I scoff and try to sit up. He tries to hold me down, but I have at least fifty pounds of muscle on him. It doesn’t take a whole lot of effort to pick him up and throw him on the bed.
“Goddamn,” he says, and I look back to see him staring up at me, eyes wide and hungry. “Is it wrong that I liked that?”
I have to look away to keep from laughing, and walk over to the closet, where the clothes I arrived in are all cleaned and pressed. Jesse sent them out to be laundered yesterday morning–I washed my underwear in the sink first, because the idea of sending my dry cum-crusted underwear to someone else to clean was mortifying. And we spent the whole day naked or in robes anyway.
Before I head into the bathroom, I turn around and look Jesse in the eye.
“It’s not about being outed, okay. Who I choose to sleep with isn’t something I broadcast, but it isn’t something I go out of my way to hide, either. And that goes for any gender.” I clear my throat. “What I care about is my privacy. I don’t like crowds, or answering questions, or having attention pointed at me. I never have. The only reason I joined the draft was to help my family, and I’ve stayed because I love football and my team, and I’ve found a comfortable balance there.”
“We can keep you out of the public eye.”
“Maybe.” I look towards the door, wanting to mention what the whole incident this morning made me feel, but I know I need to put my big boy panties on and get over it. I don’t want to cause Jesse more stress.
Jesse climbs off the bed and comes over to hug me around my waist. I wrap my arms around him and kiss the side of his forehead.
“Come on,” he says, taking my hand. “Let’s go get you cleaned off.”
As soon as we’re under the shower spray, Jesse drops to his knees. It takes almost no time at all for him to suck my soul through my dick. Then he stands up, flips me around, and spits my cum between my cheeks before using them as a cock sleeve. He licks up my spine and bites my shoulder to muffle his groan as he shoots all over my ass and thighs.
After taking another minute to wash his hair and body, he kisses me, then steps out, leaving me still trembling in the shower.
Once I’m dressed and feel like I’ve gathered enough of my dignity, I open the bedroom door. I can hear Jesse arguing with Blake about me, and my face heats all over again. I just need to get out of here.
Walking out into the main living space, I’m surprised how many people there are bustling around. None of them pay me much mind. The smell of Jesse’s clove cigarette hits me before their hushed voices do. Blake and Jesse are still arguing, albeit in quieter voices, on the balcony while Jesse smokes. I catch his eye, and he winks, holding up a finger to say he’ll be with me in a minute.
It’s not until he’s stalking back towards me, popping a piece of his candy into his mouth, that I notice Jesse is wearing nothing but tight, black boxer briefs.Around all these people. Like it’s nothing.Meanwhile, I have to avert my eyes in case anyone who missed the first show gets a second chance.
“He’s kind of hard to look at, right?” A small voice beside me says.
I look down–literally, he’s at least a foot shorter than me–to see that perky little guy from before. Emmy?
He answers my raised eyebrow with a huff of laughter. “He’s just so hot. It’s like looking directly at the sun.”
He’s not wrong, but I don’t appreciate hearing it from someone else. Specifically, someone who gets to spend a lot more time with him. Not to mention he’s cute and rather pretty.
“I’m Emerson, but everyone here calls me Emmy.” He reaches out a hand, knuckles up like I’m supposed to kiss them.
I shake the proffered hand awkwardly. “I’m Luc–”
“Luc Martín, #14, defensive back for the Shreveport Cyclones. I know who you are,” he says cheerfully.
I raise an eyebrow.
“What? Twinks can’t watch football?”
I laugh and try to relax. He can’t know how off-putting I find being recognized, especially in this situation, but he’s very friendly, asking me if I’d like anything to eat or drink, which I politely decline, even though I’m ravenously hungry.
“I’m going to be getting on my way here in just a minute,” I say, eyes locked on Jesse, who was interrupted on his way over to me.
When he gets to me, his hand cups my elbow. “Are you sure I can’t persuade you to stay a little longer?” He says in a low voice only for me, although I have a feeling the pretty little one is listening.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I whisper back, trying to look anywhere but at him. The problem is, no matter where I look, I’m reminded of the things we did all over this hotel suite.
“And why is that?” Jesse drawls, and I’m pretty sure he knows what I’m thinking about when his eyes land on the end of the dining room table. There’s a blonde woman sitting in the exact chair he pulled up to make a meal out of my ass, a stack of what looks like scrapbooks on the table where I was bent over. I’m pretty sure I can still see a stain on the ornate rug beneath the table.
Jesse grins salaciously, confirming my suspicions. He leans in, breath caressing over my ear. “Do you have any idea what it does to me when you get all red like that?”
Without thinking, I let my eyes drop to his bulge, which is definitely even more noticeable than it was before.
