Confidential Moments: A M/M Sports romance

by Laura John

  “Do we seriously have to keep talking about this?” she bites out, shooting me daggers from her eyes. If looks could kill, I’d be ten feet under.

  “Yes, but first, we can eat. I’m dying to see what you made.”

  “It’s my take on a parmesan risotto with steak au poivre,” she says, grabbing two plates and placing them on the table.

  “Aren’t you eating?” Xavier asks, and she shakes her head.

  “Nope, I want to see your reaction, so I’m going to stare at you awkwardly while you eat. So you better like it.”

  I start laughing and grab Xavier’s hand to pull him towards the table.

  “She’s weird, and she’s probably made this dish so many times to make it perfect that she’s sick of eating it.”

  Meadow nods. “He’s not wrong. I’ve been eating this for a week. And it better be a hit because steak is not fucking cheap.”

  Xavier laughs and we sit down to eat.

  “I am so glad I was able to leave the stadium early tonight to eat this amazing food,” Xavier says after eating a bite and moaning.

  I try to discreetly adjust myself—the moan going straight to my crotch—but of course Meadow notices and smirks at me.

  Why did I think having her here was a good idea? Oh right, because she’s my best friend and she should meet my new boyfriend. That still sounds weird, but I kind of like it.

  “So, Meadow, tell me about you. I know Mason wants to talk about your recent man, but I want to get to know you, so I’ll let you off the hook with that story for now.”

  She smiles at him, then looks at me. “I like this one already. Well… I’m a teacher, and I love it,” she starts, turning her attention back to Xavier, “but it’s not my real passion. Mason is helping me open a restaurant this summer, and I’m both excited and nervous about it. And as you heard earlier, I have horrible taste in men.”

  I wince at her words, and of course, she notices and places her hand on mine.

  “You are not one of them, Mason. I know you think because I fell in love with you that you are a horrible person, but that’s not true. You are a kind and slightly broken soul. You weren’t purposefully trying to mislead me. You wanted to love me, you wanted to change, to be someone else, but it’s not possible. If I hadn’t been with you, I never would have met my best friend.”

  I give her hand a squeeze and nod. My chest is almost hurting with the amount of love I feel from her right now.

  “You guys are too cute. I don’t have a best friend like that. I have my teammates and a really good friend back home, but you guys have a connection that is next level. Not everyone gets that.”

  I smile at him. It’s true. I am so lucky to have Meadow in my life.

  I love that he understands our connection—another thing that is making me fall even more for him.

  “I’m sure you will find your life partner who isn’t a douche one day. Don’t give up.” He encourages her, and her back straightens a bit more.

  “You’re right. I won’t let the assholes get me down. I’m sure I will find the one, eventually. Kind of like you two.”

  I roll my eyes. “Meadow, this is, like, our second date. I wouldn’t say that we are soul mates or something.”

  Xavier chuckles. “Come on, Mason, don’t you just want to get married tomorrow?”

  He’s fighting back a laugh by biting his lip, but eventually fails and lets out a full belly laugh. Meadow joins in and I can’t help but laugh too.

  “We don’t know what this is, but we are both willing to give it a try, right?” He stares into my eyes, and I nod.

  “I’m all in.”

  Meadow squeals and Xavier smiles. Holy shit, is this really my life? My celebrity crush is my boyfriend, and we are talking about a full future together. How the hell did I get so lucky? And why did I wait so long to let myself feel this kind of happiness?

  “Who’s ready for Pictionary?” Meadow says with an evil smile, and I shake my head.

  “You wanted to get to know Meadow, so here’s a tip: she’s evil, and if you think that either of us is overly competitive, then just wait until you play a game with her. She might make you cry.”

  Meadow giggles. “He isn’t wrong. I like to win. And I’m amazing at drawing.”

  Xavier smiles. “I was the Pictionary champ of my family. Bring it on!”

  “That was not a pig,” I yell, and Xavier and Meadow high-five.

  “Don’t knock my drawings,” Meadow says, crossing her arms. “Just because you are losing doesn’t mean my artistic talents are lacking.”

  “I got it right away,” Xavier tells her, sucking up. “I think you are amazingly talented.”

  I roll my eyes. “Okay, this closeness needs to stop. You are my boyfriend,” I point at Xavier, “and you,” I point at Meadow, “are my best friend.” I’m joking and I hope they realize that.

  Meadow laughs and moves to sit in my lap, wrapping her arms around me in a tight hug. “I love you to the moon and back. No one will replace you.” She kisses my cheek and I laugh.

  “I know, I just like giving you guys a hard time. It’s actually nice seeing you get along so well.” I turn to look at Xavier, and he doesn’t look jealous of Meadow. He just has a look of understanding on his face. “No offense, but if you guys hated each other, I might not have been able to date you.”

  “I get that. You don’t give up family for anything.” He stands and reaches for his coat. “Well, it’s late and I should probably get home. I know you have tomorrow off, but I have to work, and if I don’t get my beauty sleep, Coach will be pissed.”

  I place Meadow on the couch and stand to follow Xavier out.

  “Are you sure you don’t want to spend the night?” I ask, grabbing at the collar of his shirt and kissing his cheek.

  He sighs out a breath and places his hands on my face, bringing his lips to mine.

  “I’d fucking love to, but it’s already my bedtime, and if I stay, I won’t be getting any sleep.” The look of lust in his eyes right now confirms that he is telling the truth, and my pants grow uncomfortably tighter.

  I nod, and he kisses me again.

  “Another time, I promise. Come over to my place tomorrow night, since I’m leaving for a week the day after. We can say our proper see-you-laters.”

  I don’t want him to go, but I know he has to, so I give him another kiss and reluctantly close the door behind him.

  “He’s amazing,” Meadow beams when I get back.

  “Yeah, I kind of like him. Every time we hang out, I learn something new about him. He never hides anything. He’s always open and honest and encourages me to be the same with him.”

  Fuck, I’m totally falling for him.

  She grabs my hand and smiles. “I’m so happy for you. I know you guys are at the beginning of dating, but I hope things work out for you. And if they don’t, I hope that you realize just how special you are and that you deserve to be loved.”

  “It feels liberating to be dating a man. No longer pushing my feelings aside, and just accepting me for me. Why did I push this off for so long?”

  “Because you weren’t ready. You also have to be prepared that things aren’t always going to be easy. There are still people out there who won’t accept you, but you don’t need that kind of negativity. Just surround yourself with the people who love you and forget everyone else.”

  “I’m still nervous about work,” I admit, hanging my head.

  “And that’s okay. Things aren’t going to be different for you overnight. You are still going to have anxiety and nerves, but hopefully, with the support of your friends, family, and Xavier, we can get you through the hard times.”

  “I’m still sorry for everything I put you through,” I tell her. Since her confession earlier about always falling for unattainable men, I can’t help but feel like crap.

  “How many times do I have to tell you, it’s not your fault? You weren’t doing it to purposefully mislead me. You are not an asshole, and
I love you. But even if you were straight, I think we are better off as friends.”

  “I’ll try to believe it, but it’s hard. I broke your heart.”

  She shakes her head. “No, you didn’t. You broke your own heart. You were just trying to fix something that isn’t broken. So, conversation over, let’s move on. Now… Know any sexy single men?”

  I laugh and shake my head. “Not off the top of my head, but I’ll ask Xavier. Do you like baseball players? They have the best butts.”

  She laughs, and we go back to an ease that we always share.

  “You seem happier. Did you get the man?” Johnny asks as he jogs next to me, clearing the lactic acid from our muscles.

  “Yeah, he’s giving me another chance. I really like him,” I admit, and I can’t help but smile as I think about him.

  “I’m happy for you. I can’t wait to meet him when you’re ready to bring him around other people.”

  I nod and feel guilty that I can’t tell him it’s his brother-in-law yet.

  “Soon, I hope.”

  After stretching and an hour back and forth between a cold tub and hot tub, I make my way home.

  I really can’t wait to see Mason again and spend the night with him. Thankfully, it’s a travel day tomorrow so I can be up late participating in some super-hot bedroom activities. Involving a particularly sexy-as-fuck lawyer. Hell yes!

  “Hey, sexy thing,” I tell Mason as I lean in for a kiss. “I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of kissing you.”

  He smiles and removes his jacket, hanging it in my closet.

  I like that a lot because it means he’s planning on staying.

  He is wearing gray sweatpants tonight, and I’m trying to figure out if he’s sexier in a suit, jeans, or those fucking sweats.

  As he steps up to me, I get a whiff of this scent that makes my head spin. “I hope you don’t mind that I packed a bag for tonight. We didn’t really discuss it, but since you leave tomorrow, I want to spend as much time with you as possible,” he tells me in a husky voice that goes straight to my dick.

  I grab him by the hips and pull him snug to me. “Good idea, because I’m not letting you go tonight. You are mine until I hop on that plane. You’re still mine then, too, but we’ll have to get creative with our sexy times.” I wink at him before smashing my lips to his.

  “Oh, I’m excited for creative sexy times.” He laughs between kisses.

  I reluctantly pull away, remembering I have something on the stove.

  “Come on. I’m making us dessert. I was having a sweet craving, so this is my version of dessert that still sticks to my diet plan, kind of.”

  I pull Mason to the kitchen, not letting go of his hand.

  “Oh my God, that smells amazing,” he says, taking a large sniff.

  I push him towards the stove and stand behind him, one hand on his hip, the other giving the apples a quick stir.

  “It tastes just like apple pie,” I whisper into his ear, and he shivers a little in my arms. “I’m kind of regretting making this now because I want you so bad.” I nip at his ear and he moans.

  “Well, at least we’ll be able to work off this dessert,” he says, his voice low, and I know he’s probably fighting the urge to take me to my room because I feel the exact same way.

  “Let’s eat this quick so that I can devour you next.”

  “You are the best dirty-talker ever,” he says, leaning into me.

  “I’ll show you dirty,” I tell him, my voice low and full of lust.

  I move him so I can dish us up two bowls of the cinnamon apples.

  “This is so good,” Mason moans after he takes a bite. The sound travels straight to my dick, making me want to fuck him right here.

  “Please stop moaning, or we are so not going to be finishing this.”

  He chuckles and nods. “I’ll stop because these are so good, and I’m greedy and want to eat it all.”

  I laugh. “My mom taught me how to make them. She was always looking for treats that were healthy-ish and not too expensive. These became a favorite of mine.”

  “I’ll have to thank her when I meet her,” he says with ease.

  In the past I would have balked at someone talking about meeting my family, since I never wanted anything serious, but the thought of Mason meeting them feels right.

  “Would you like to meet her?” I ask, knowing I’m being forward.

  He smiles and nods. “How ‘bout we start with my family when you get back next week. You already know them, but telling them you’re my boyfriend will be different... I was going to take holidays in July. Don’t you have some games in Cali during that time?”

  “I love that idea,” I tell him and lean over to give him a gentle kiss.

  I hope we aren’t moving too fast, but July is still two months away, and as dumb as this sounds, I feel like he could be the one. I know they say, “you know when you know,” and I really think I know.

  No relationship in the past has ever felt like this. Mason consumes my every thought, and he’s all I ever want. When I’m lying alone, I want him with me. When I have exciting news, he’s the one I want to call first. When he’s actually with me, all I want is more of him.

  Glancing over at him, I see the way he licks his lips, savoring the taste of the cinnamon. He lets out another moan and I’m fucking done.

  “Hurry up and finish your apples. I’m hungry for you, and I don’t want to wait anymore.” I tell him, setting my bowl down.

  He quickly puts his bowl down and I push him down on the couch, smashing my lips to his.

  I run my hands up and down his sides, sliding his shirt up and feeling his hot skin, touching each of his abs. God, I want to run my tongue over them. I grind my hips into his. I can feel that we are both hard as rocks.

  “I want you to take me tonight,” I whisper, moving to give kisses to his neck.

  Mason makes a little gasp at my forward words. It makes my already hard cock throb.

  “I want to know what your huge cock feels like thrusting into me, filling me,” I continue with the dirty talk. I nip at his neck, and he lets out a moan.

  “That feels good,” he tells me. The tone of his voice goes up an octave as I slide my hand over his bulge.

  I sit up on my knees and pull my shirt off. Mason’s eyes darken and his hands move to touch my abs.

  “Tell your trainer that he is doing an amazing job of making your body a work of art.”

  I can’t help but let out a girlish giggle as his fingers tickle my sides. Heat rushes to my cheeks since that doesn’t ever happen.

  “I’ll make sure and tell him that my boyfriend appreciates all the exercises he makes me do.”

  Mason’s face softens at my words, and I kind of want him to fuck me on my couch, but the bedroom is probably a better location.

  “Come on, let’s go to my room,” I say. I pull his hand, taking a moment to let my eyes roam his body.

  Mason’s eyes darken as I bite my lip, and he slowly gets up, following me to the room.

  Once we are inside, I pull his shirt off and try to go to my knees, but he stops me.

  “You are always taking care of me, and you are so damn good at it, but let me take care of you tonight,” he says, getting to his knees instead. My breath catches at the sight. I know I’m the first man he’s been with and it makes me a bit emotional seeing his willingness to want to do this.

  Slowly he pulls down my gray sweats and boxers, allowing my cock to spring forward. He slowly takes his time running his hands down my legs. The sensation is almost too much to take. I’ve never almost come from a fucking stroke on my leg. Did I turn into a teenager all of a sudden?

  “I’m sorry if I’m not good at this, but I want to try,” he whispers and licks me from root to tip.

  He takes me into his mouth and uses his hand to make up some of the difference.

  He’s slow, but his suction is perfect. He explores my cock, learning how to please me. His left hand comes up to
massage my balls as he continues to suck and stroke my cock with his right hand and mouth.

  “For a first-timer, you’re really good,” I say, between my teeth.

  Slowly, he starts to speed up, bobbing back and forth, sucking and slurping. The pace is so perfect and the sight of his lips around my cock so sexy, I know I’m about to lose it.

  “I’m going to come…” I stutter. “If you don’t want to swallow, pull back now,” I tell him, my voice hoarse. But he doesn’t stop.

  “Fuck,” I hiss as I empty my load into his mouth. He swallows it all.

  He pulls back and his face looks unsure… vulnerable. Where has my cocky lawyer from a moment ago gone?

  “That was the best fucking blow job of my life,” I tell him, pulling him to his feet and kissing him. The taste of my come lingers on his tongue. I need him naked. Now!

  Once I remove his sweatpants and boxers, I grab his cock and start to stroke.

  “Are you ready to fuck me?” I ask, ready to feel his giant cock inside of me.

  “I’ve been thinking about fucking you from the day that I met you. I know it’s dirty to fantasize about a client, but you had me turned inside out. Now get your glorious ass on that bed so you can be my first, again.”

  I smile at him. There’s my assertive man. I love him being bossy and telling me exactly what he wants. I may have just come, but my dick is starting to harden again.

  Slowly, I climb onto the bed, keeping my eyes connected with his. “I don’t want you to take me from behind. I want to see your face when you come.”

  He bites his lip, and I can tell he’s getting nervous again.

  “Don’t worry, I’ll help you.” I reach for his hand and pull him towards me. “The lube and condoms are in here.” I open the drawer and show him what I have. “Explore my body; do whatever you are comfortable with. Nothing you do will turn me off. Just being with you makes me hard as fuck.” I grab my already growing erection to show him I mean business.

  He leans forward and kisses me. He pushes me onto the bed and climbs on top of me. Our dicks press together, and we stay like that for a few minutes, exploring each other’s bodies with our hands while our tongues thrust and dance together. This moment feels so fucking right.