Page 77 of Tough Guy and the Show Off

“What?”

“Telling me you want me to fuck you during a game. Way to fuck with my head.”

“I meant it.”

His breath catches. “I was hoping you did.”

“I think about it a lot. Do you?”

He nods. “All the time. Remember when I put my fingers in you?”

“Stupid question.”

“I think about that when I jerk it, and what it would feel like if it was my dick instead.”

“We’re both gonna find out.”

“Have you, um, put anything else in there besides fingers?”

I shake my head. “No. I thought about it after watching a video where this guy was fucking himself with a dildo, but I haven’t had time to focus on buying anything.”

“Dude, you gotta make time and then make me a video.”

I glance at him, lingering a second too long before forcing my gaze back to the traffic. My body simmers with desire from his proximity, and even though he’s hot off a hockey game, he still smells so comforting and familiar to me.

This is my Trav.

“I can do that.”

“Fuck.” He rubs his dick through his pants. “Jesus, Beau. You turn me on so much.”

I take his hand and put it over my swelling cock. “Same.”

“Drive faster.”

I chuckle. “At least the traffic is marginally better here than Boston.”

“No Boston slander.”

“It’s not slander if it’s true.”

Trav chuckles, dragging a hand through his hair. “It was a mistake not taking a shower.”

“We’ll be at my place in less than ten minutes.”

“Okay.” He turns his head to look out the passenger window as we pass some of the nicer townhomes. “I guess it’s a nice-looking city.”

“It is. In some ways, it even feels like Boston. The architecture, I mean. Nothing else.”

“How’s the food?”

“Good. Deep-dish pizza takes some getting used to, but the sausage and peppers out here are legit. Oh, and Italian beef sandwiches—amazing.”

He nods, still staring out the window. “Weather’s shit.”

I’d point out that the weather in Boston is equally shit, but I can tell he’s in his feelings so I stay quiet and finish the drive.

When I pull into my building’s parking garage, his mood brightens up a little. “Here we are.”