“If you’re such a bowling pro, how come you don’t have your own shoes?” Scott asked.
“I do,” Charlie responded, handing them back to the attendant. “Thesearemy shoes. I just leave them here. Small town. No one’s gonna take ‘em.”
“Huh.” Scott handed his borrowed shoes back over as well. Charlie could feel his warmth at his back, the solidness of his chest. He barely resisted the urge to lean back and wrap Scott’s arms around him.
They could do that later, when it definitely wouldn’t embarrass Scott.
“Are you not gonna ask about balls?” Charlie prodded, grinning.
“I was afraid of walking into another joke,” Scott said.
“I was hoping you would. The answer is that league rules require that we all use standard balls. You should think about joining in next summer. If, uh… if you’ll still be around.”
“I will,” Scott said without a moment’s hesitation. “I’m staying put.”
Charlie’s stomach flipped over. That was exactly what he’d wanted to hear. It was early days yet, but he couldn’t help imagining a future with Scott. Scott was everything he’d been looking for.
“Well, good,” Charlie said. “Because I’m not even close to done with you yet.”
To his surprise, Scott grabbed his hand. Charlie grinned again, following him away from the counter and out into the cool air outside.
The moment they got away from the bright lights of the bowling alley, Scott turned to him, pausing in the middle of the largely-unused parking lot. “Thank you for coming out with me tonight,” he said.
“Thank you fortakingme out,” Charlie responded. “I don’t go on a lot of actual dates. This was nice.”
Scott smiled a small, shy smile, then leaned in. Charlie closed his eyes in anticipation, his breath still hitching as Scott’s lips made contact with his, his stomach swooping at the sensation.
Kissing Scott was exciting every time. He wanted to keep doing it for as long as possible.
“You need to take me back to your place,” Charlie said. He didn’t intend to push Scott if he wasn’t ready, but Scott seemed ready for this. More than ready.
Scott beamed, gripping Charlie’s hand tightly and tugging him away. “Then you better keep up.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Scott groaned as Charlie shoved two fingers inside him, his hips arching clear off the bed at the sensation. It was like nothing he’d ever felt before, but he already wanted more.
He’d been terrified when he asked to bottom, but he was really glad he had now. Charlie had fussed over him and called him brave and sweet and promised him the world, and now he was getting it.
His pulse pounded in his ears, his lungs burned as he gasped for air, every new touch knocking the wind out of him.
Charlie wasn’t just good at bowling.
Stars burst behind Scott’s eyelids as Charlie brushed against something inside him. That had to be his prostate, but he hadn’t believed it when strangers on the internet told him it was this good.
He believed them now.
“You okay there?” Charlie asked, a smirk in his voice. He knew he was good, and he knew what he was doing to Scott.
The confidence was kind of hot.
“Don’t tease me,” Scott complained, although he didn’t really mind. He was torn between wanting to slow down and wanting to go faster, his brain pulling him one way and his body the other.
His body was winning. That was probably a good thing.
“Or what?” Charlie asked, sliding his fingers further inside, pressing his thumb hard against the sensitive spot behind Scott’s balls.
“Or…”
