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Our sighs carried our thin, high-pitched voices, and everything in me was shaking and thundering.

All of these sensations were new to me. Even if they were familiar, they were so different now that my body didn’t know how to process them.

I didn’t realize what it was until halfway through it, but my dick was shooting ribbons of white cum across the floor while my hole pulsed at the same pace.

Cum trickled over Tyler’s hand when I looked down. It slicked my dick as he jerked me without stopping. And when I shuddered and groaned, Tyler pushed me a few inches away, just enough to pull his dick out of me.

I closed up instantly, the warmth of friction traveling through me and the absence of his thickness in me as obvious as if it had belonged there my entire life.

I heard the snap of rubber as Tyler quickly peeled the condom off. His words were hurried. “Lie on your back, baby?” he whispered in haste, and I did. My dick still throbbed once or twice as tingles ran through my feet and toes. I lay flat on my back, and Tyler knelt between my legs, stroking his big dick while I watched.

He was so crazy beautiful that it felt surreal. The dim lamplights in the room made his skin glow with perspiration and his hair was tousled with the sweat that drenched it. His muscles bunched as he stroked himself with his left hand until he froze in one position, his eyes fixed on my face, his mouth open but no sounds coming from his throat. A heartbeat later, hot splashes of cum landed on my torso and my crotch.

He jerked himself again gently and more of his passion spilled over my body.

He collapsed on top of me in the next instant and I wrapped my arms tightly around his body.

We didn’t say a word then. What was there to say? What it felt like was nothing I could ever say with words, but I held him tightly to let him know. And I knew that he understood it. He was the only one who understood me so fully.

As we caught our breaths, Tyler rolled to the side. Both our bodies were filthy with sweat, cum, and paint, but neither of us minded that. We were glowing with heat and radiating joy at this new discovery. No, it wasn’t scary. It wasn’t uncomfortable or painful. It was precisely what I would have wanted if I had known how to want it.

And when Tyler kissed me, I knew he felt the same way. “Feeling good?” he whispered over my lips.

“Mm,” I was already dozing off with the laziness that drenched me after sex. “I feel better than I can tell you.”

“Really?” he asked, his tone teasing as if we were agreeing that his dick was magical.

I smiled. “You just wait until I pound your ass, baby.” I looked at him and found only a tiny trace of worry creasing his face, but he was clearly interested in finding out what it felt like.

“You make it sound like a threat,” he teased.

“You’ll know when you feel it,” I mused in a softer voice. It took me a moment to open my eyes again after I half-blinked and nearly fell asleep. “Let’s shower together.”

As we sat up, Tyler looked around us and then scanned my body. “Let’s find out if this paint washes off.”

Horror passed through me before a nervous wave of laughter erupted from my chest. But I didn’t really worry about it. So far, everything seemed to be working out just fine.

Chapter Thirteen

SEBASTIAN

If I had expected to wake up the next morning a changed man, I was wrong. What happened instead was a slow dive into the greatest days of my life. Spring winds took the last memory of winter away. Cherry trees blossomed, grass grew taller and greener, and flower beds around campus were rich brown with soft dirt feeding the newly planted flowers. Sunshine arrived at Northwood and a winning streak filled the Titans with optimism. It was almost too easy to believe that nothing could ever be wrong again.

Tyler was never too far from me. As it had become a custom years earlier, whenever we traveled out of town for a game, he and I shared a hotel room. For the first stretch of time that I had stopped measuring, Tyler and I were incapable of taking our hands off of one another. Doe-eyed looks were hard to conceal in bars and locker rooms, so we didn’t linger for too long with the crowd. We had only just discovered some wonderful things we could do to one another and our bodies screamed that we were running out of time. It took us weeks to remember that it wasn’t the case. But before we learned that lesson, we were in a constant hurry to be on our own. And that earned us a few noteworthy looks from our teammates.

Some of them had gone through a similar period. Beckett and Caden, just last year, had begun missing group parties. Avery, who had been lowkey seeing the enemy captain, the notorious Blizzard Breaker, Grayson Reed, had acted in a similar manner. And Sawyer, who was comfortably deep into a relationship that promised to last a lifetime, was scanning the tables in bars with significant looks between all the couples and suspected couples. The number of single guys around us was dwindling. Jordan seemed wholly uninterested in people whatsoever; Asher was leaving the house but never spending the night away; Paxton, Kieran, and Phoenix kept their cards close to their chests.

The hotel rooms we were assigned usually came with two single beds, but only one of the beds ever got used. Neither Tyler nor I minded narrow sleeping spaces. Even as boys, we had always had a way to make room for each other. Only now, we learned that wrapping our arms around one another was a great space-saving method.

We flirted with the idea of swapping roles since the first time he topped me. Tyler wasn’t completely sure if he should try it and it was a feeling I recognized and remembered all too well. However, it was me who was more reluctant to change the things that worked. Just now, for a while, I lived for bottoming. Having my best friend and official boyfriend wrap his arms around me and hold me down, enter me, fill me, and bite the back of my neck while throbbing inside of me was immeasurably better than anything I had done in my life.

Tyler’s interest was growing, of course, the longer he saw the kind of pleasure I was experiencing from my role. He floated the idea as something that was obligatory in an undefined future. “Perhaps,” he’d said. Or, “One of these days.”

I wasn’t going to press him on it. Each new day proved to me that we weren’t actually running out of time. We didn’t need to hurry and get to everything now. The more we found quiet corners in the shadows to kiss one another, the clearer it was that a lifetime of these kisses lay ahead.

So as days turned into weeks, we started returning to the old normal. Tyler would kick my ass at the soccer table one night and I would kick his the next. Then we’d take it to our room and resettle the score privately. And the more time we spent returning to the society of the team house, the stronger my bond with Tyler felt. It was the opposite of what I’d expected would happen. Somehow, with the two of us being surrounded by friends, it felt like a silvery wire of connection glowed between our hearts, marking us as a unit the very same way it marked Beckett and Caden.

New habits entered our lives. Kissing Tyler when leaving the room was something I did by instinct. Leaving otherwise seemed unimaginable. And it was the impulse that I had to remind myself of when we were surrounded by other people. Taking his hand at random was a reflex, not a conscious decision on my part.