He looks down, searching around for where it might have fallen. “It’s dirty,” he says, then looks down at himself. His jeans are pushed down his thighs, cock lolling out, half hard and wet with lube and cum. The front of his shirt is drenched and he’s all sweaty and flushed, looking thoroughly wrecked.
After realizing the state he’s in, Luc notices we aren’t moving anymore. I’m not sure how long ago we arrived at the hotel. Cory is likely standing somewhere nearby, waiting patiently for us to finish what’s obviously happening in here. Not that he hasn’t been witness to worse, but I’m a different person than I used to be, and I know Luc will probably be embarrassed.
I should probably text the guys to make themselves scarce until I can get him in my room and cleaned up. He willnotwant to meet everyone like this. I already explained that he’s not much of a people-person and that they shouldn’t grill him or anything, so they already know he’s a bit shy.
“We’re here,” he says.
“It’s okay, there’s no rush. There are probably some antibacterial wipes in here somewhere, or you can just fill me up again once we get upstairs,” I suggest, a smile tugging at my lips. I don’t want him to think I’m teasing or making fun of him. The sight of him like this makes the butterflies I always get around him do backflips, and his cock isn’t the only one trying to twitch back to life at the thought of him breeding me like a show dog in heat.
We straighten ourselves up the best we can. I slip on the sweatpants I wore on the way to the airport and shove my feet into slides. Luc ends up taking his t-shirt off and using it to wipe me down, and then the leather seats. He puts his jacket on to hide his bare chest, zipping it up to his throat, then puts the balled-up t-shirt in his pocket.
When we finally open the door and step out of the vehicle, Cory is nowhere to be seen. The basement entrance is deserted aside from us. I open my phone to a text.
Cory: Mr. Martín’s bags are in your room, and I’ve taken the liberty of asking Mr. Lester to distract the others in the rec room until you give the all clear.
ME: You’re the best.
He responds by liking the text, and nothing else. Double bonuses this year, I think.
“Come on, baby. Let’s get you upstairs and in the shower so you can stuff me full of your cum again.”
It’s nearly an hour before I pull Luc out of the bedroom. His palm is warm against mine, and he looks composed, but I can tell by the way his jaw ticks that he’s considering how many escape routes there might be to get out of this.
“I told you, it’s going to be fine.” I squeeze his hand both in comfort and in warning. I’m not letting him run away. “They already love you.”
He doesn’t say anything, just follows me down the hall, giving me a side-eye that says he’s humoring me for now, but I should be on alert.
I’d meant to warn him that my bandmates would be here. We usually share the penthouse suite. I’d only requested my own so we could be alone on our first date, but now I really want the most important people in my life to meet each other. The next time we have a break that coincides, like maybe Thanksgiving, I want to take him home to meet my mom.
It wasn’t intentional to surprise him with meeting the guys. In my defense, the moment he slipped into the car, I lost the capacity to think past getting as close to him as humanly possible. Once we arrived, it felt like getting him relaxed before springing anything new on him was the right move. Plus, we had to talk about what happened in the car so I could reassure him that I’m negative and not sleeping with anyone else.
The rec room is loud when we step in. Music, laughter, and the clack of pool balls fill the space. This suite is bigger than the one I had in Dallas. It has five bedrooms, a full kitchen, formaldining and living rooms, a screening room, and this rec room. It’s an open space with a fully stocked wet bar along one wall, pool and poker tables, plus a large, plush sectional surrounding a wall-sized television. Opposite the bar is a stunning view of Seattle at night.
“Well, look who finally decided to join us,” Will drawls, leaning one hip against the pool table. He gives us a slow once-over, a smirk tugging at his lips. “I worried you might stay in there forever.”
Luc stiffens. I cut Will a sharp look, reminding him to be nice.
He raises his hands in mock defense, grinning mischievously. “I’m just kidding.”
Ari doesn’t say anything, and remains sitting on the edge of a bar chair with a wide, appreciative smile that makes my skin itch. I know he’d never make a pass at someone he knows I’m serious about, and I made it very clear just how serious I was when I discussed bringing Luc here during his bye-week, but I still don’t like his eyes on him like that. I glare at him until he drops his eyes, still grinning like the cat who ate Tweety Bird.
Naz, bless him, saves the night from getting too awkward before it even starts. He pushes up from his seat at the bar, crosses the room with a light, easy smile, and offers his hand to Luc. “It’s good to finally meet you,” he says. “We were starting to wonder if Jesse was making shit up.”
Luc chuckles, shoulders relaxing a little. The tension leaks out of me all at once, chest loosening as I watch the two most important men in my life get to know each other for the first time. The other two, once they’ve met their quota of bullshit, join in on the easy conversation. The guys thank him forcontributing to the fundraiser. Thanks to his donation sparking a chain reaction among his NFL friends, we raised almost double what we did last year. Over four hundred thousand dollars was distributed among several local and national LGBTQ+ organizations.
Luc’s cheeks flush, insisting that it was his friend AJ who set the chain of donations in motion. He even admits to them that his was supposed to be an anonymous donation, but that AJ and a couple other close teammates were watching the live-stream of the concert at a bar together and saw Luc’s name flash across the screen.
“I, uh, kind of have a complex about publicity. I’m a very private person, so they knew something was off, and all decided on the spot to donate right away so it would look like a team effort. AJ and Dez would have donated anyway, but I’m not sure about the others. It worked out for the best.”
The guys laugh at Luc’s blunder and cut glances at me over his shy demeanor. Ari puts a hand up to shield his face and mouths, “OMG he is precious!”
“I know right?!” I mouth back.
Naz is the only one who seems to temper his excitement, and I can tell he’s deep in thought about something. He still worries about Luc not being open about his sexuality.
I squeeze Luc from the side and whisper in his ear, “Do you want anything to drink?” He shakes his head, and I kiss his cheek before walking over to the bar to pour us both sparkling waters. Naz follows me.
“Alright, Naz, out with it. Lay it on me.”
