“You’re a good man, Theo Paul O’Keefe.”
I close my eyes. That shouldn’t be hard to hear. My first instinct shouldn’t be to shove him off and get the hell out of here. But where would I go, and I don’t really want to leave.
I’m not ready to hear what he has to say.
“I’m sorry your family let you down. I’m sorry my bio-father is a garbage human,” he says with sincerity, but then he shushes me when I try to say he doesn’t have to apologize. “Someone owes you an apology, and it’s not coming from the people who should say it, but I’m telling you, you deserve it.” His legs slide down to bracket mine, giving me most of his weight.
“You’ve tried your entire life to get basic respect and care. You haven’t given up, and I’m blown away by you.” Jamal rests his chin on my chest. “Do you know how amazing you are? No joke.”
“Stop,” I whisper. Jamal means well, but it’s bullshit, and I can’t listen to it.
“No.” His fingers card through my hair. “It’s my new mission to tell you every single day that not only are you an outstanding hockey player but a solid dude. I plan to tell you and show you.” His smile lights up his translucent aqua eyes.
“Show me, huh?” I’m not one for words, but I’ll take his attention.
Jamal fake-checks the watch he’s not wearing. “We still have time until the nightly news starts. And we should log into our medical portals. We should start our PrEP prescriptions tomorrow.”
That gets my attention; we’ve been waiting for our results. But he doesn’t move so I can reach my phone. He pretends he doesn’t notice my frustration as he rolls so his back is on my chest and he holds his phone up.
“The page is taking forever to load.” He reaches back and messes with my hair. “You don’t want your results?”
The way his leg is bent and ready, he expects me to dump him on the floor. I roll the other way so he smacks into the wall, and his phone flies out of his hand.
“Oh, we’re fighting dirty now?” Jamal hooks his leg around mine and, in some ninja acrobatic move, lands on top of me and steals my phone out of my pocket. “What will you do to get this back?” He waves my phone over his head.
“Nothing.” I grip his neck and bring our mouths together in a slow, passionate kiss. Jamal melts into me, and I link my legs around his ass. He immediately lets his guard down, and I snatch my phone. “I play dirty to win.” I hitch my hips up to grind on him.
“If this is losing, sign me up.” He kisses me while his arm flails around in search of his phone.
I release him. “Hurry up,” I tease, and open my email with the portal info. Jamal finds his phone and does the same.
I’ve been a monk since the start of the season until Jamal, so I expect negative results. But seeing them provides relief that takes the air out of my lungs. I hold my phone up so he can see and wait for him.
“You know what this means?” He takes my phone and places both of them on the nightstand.
“No idea.” I stretch my neck to give him better access to my throat.
Jamal trails kisses along my jaw, sucks my Adam’s apple, and licks my collarbone.
“It means you are going to do as I say and let me fill your gorgeous ass with my cum. And if you’re a very good boy, we’ll get you a plug so it all stays inside you.” He unbuttons my shirt, spreading it open to pinch my nipples. “You never answered my question about breath play.” He sucks my nipple in his mouth.
“Umm.” My back arches off the bed. “I’m up for it.” If he’s not concerned about his parents, I won’t stop him. “Do you have a lock on your door?”
“Nope.” He licks down my happy trail to unfasten my pants. “But they won’t come in without knocking. What type of air constriction have you done?”
My mind can’t keep a coherent thought in my head. He wants to fuck me with no lock on the door, in his parents’ house, without a condom.
“Lots of experience, a little, or none?” Jamal nuzzles my cock through my briefs before he yanks them down.
With his expectant gaze, it’s my turn to talk, but I don’t remember the questions.
He crawls up my body, licking and kissing as he goes. “Here’s what we’re doing tonight. You like being told what to do, so you don’t have to do anything. Relax and do what I say. Can you do that for me?”
I nod, happy my brain and body are on the same page.
“I did some research, but we should do it together.” Jamal strips and his muscles flex as he leans over to where he dropped his bag on the floor and retrieves lube.
I raise an eyebrow.
