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“Hot. Humid. Seven under,” I reply. “No you.”

His smiling face gives me gooey feelings. “You’re sticking to the clubhouse and hotel, staying together, right? I don’t want to worry about you two.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I snicker.

“Brat,” he laughs. “At least the press and internet have moved on. Anyone bothering you?”

I shake my head. “A few snide remarks in the locker room, nothing I haven’t heard before.”

I hear Caleb’s bedroom door close. I started getting us a suite in July so he could retreat when Gavin and I video call.

“How’s Memphis?” I ask. “Qualified for the playoffs, pretty damned cool.” It also keeps us apart, but I will not whine. Much.

“I’m currently in the top thirty,” he replies.

“That’ll get you into the next one,” I yawn.

“You need some sleep, TJ. I’m not going to keep you up late tonight.”

I stifle another yawn. Fuck, I’m tired. “No dirty jerk offs tonight? How am I going to get to sleep? You’re not here to wrap around me, I need something.” Ok, so I am whining.

He chuckles and leans back against his pillows. “Alright, be good for me and show me your cock,” he rumbles, his voice dropping low.

Another reason to have a suite. Video sex. I prop the phone on the bedside table and shimmy out of my boxer briefs, cock already hardening.

“Oh, baby, I want to suck that cock,” he croons, and I see his big dick on my phone, his fist already stroking.

“Oh, fuck, I want that,” I groan as I spit in my hand and wrap it around myself. I stroke down, smearing pre-cum, matching Gavin’s pace. His free hand strums a thumb over his nipple and I copy the motion, jerking a gasp as it shoots a bolt right down to my cock.

“Mm, I’m remembering that pretty mouth around me,” he groans.

I knew he liked that view.

“My lips puffy and kissing that cock head?” I ask in a gasp.

“Yeahhhh,” he answers. “So hot.”

“I want your mouth on my hole again,” I groan. “Crazy good. Tongue fucking me.”

“Liked that, huh?” he grins. “I’ll do it again, don’t you worry.”

He’s moving faster and I feel the buildup in the base of my cock.

“Did you bring your toy, baby,” he asks and I stutter to a stop, mouth open, unable to answer him.

“TJ, I asked you a question,” he chides.

“Just the dildo,” my mouth says. Fucking traitor.

“Mm, I’m going to want to see that toy tomorrow,” he says on a gasp. “Be a good boy and stroke yourself, TJ. I want to see you cum.”

Oh, fuck. I stroke, matching his pace, shaking with arousal and now anticipation.

I'm running on maybe five hours of sleep and I don’t even care. I’m tired in the good way, the kind that comes from a body well-used and a heart still buzzing from last night. It hasn’t cost me anything on the range this morning, my swing is loose and easy in a way it sometimes isn’t until at least the back nine.

“You’re grinning like an idiot,” Caleb observes, handing me my driver on the first tee. “Care to share with the class?”

“Nope.”