by Megan Slayer
“Whoa.” Tyler braced himself on his hands on either side of Allan’s body. He eased out of Allan’s hole.
As soon as Tyler stood, Allan missed his warmth. Allan collapsed on the bed. Damn. Cum smeared on his belly but he didn’t care. He moved the covers and shoved the comforter onto the floor. He’d wash it tomorrow. Right now he needed Tyler.
Tyler strolled back into the room. He’d ditched the condom and his cock had softened.
Allan licked his lips. How he’d passed Tyler up for so long, he wasn’t sure, but he wasn’t letting Tyler get away now. He patted the bed. “Come here.”
Tyler hesitated then stretched out beside Allan. He pressed his face into the pillows and moaned. “Your pillows smell like you. I like it.”
“I’m glad you approve.” Allan gathered Tyler in his arms and sighed. He dragged the covers over their bodies. “I’m tired, but I doubt I’ll be able to sleep. You’ve got me happy and gooey-feeling.”
“I do?” Tyler rolled onto his side and draped his arm across Allan’s belly. “I’m wiped out.”
“Sleep. We’ve got all day tomorrow to goof off, have sex and be together.” Allan closed his eyes. “More sex sounds great.”
Tyler settled but scratched his fingernails on Allan’s belly. Allan opened his eyes and stilled Tyler’s hand.
“What’s wrong?” Allan asked. “I thought you were tired.”
“I am.” Tyler paused and flattened his palm on Allan’s chest. “Remember how you said you wanted to score with me? Did you mean it?”
“Yes—no. Kind of.” He tilted his head in order to meet Tyler’s gaze. God, he had nice eyes. Up close he noticed the darker blue flecks in amongst the gray of Tyler’s eyes. “I’m a football geek. Sometimes when I talk, I use football terms. I meant I wanted to score with you in that I wanted to make you happy—you know, score points with you. But I did want to be with you. Still do. I like you, Tyler.”
“Oh.”
“You’re not convinced.” He smoothed his fingers over Tyler’s cheek. “Give us time to sink in. I’m on your side. Are you worried?”
“I’m not good at being in a relationship.” Tyler propped himself up on his elbow. “Other than Blake, this is my only go at one. I came out when I was seventeen but it wasn’t cool to be gay then. The guys were grossed out by me and the girls paid me no attention. Until I met Blake, I didn’t know how to kiss properly or how to have sex.”
“You must’ve learned fast. I loved what you did with me.” He curled his fingers under Tyler’s chin. “But I understand the lack of experience thing. Took me a full year after I came out to find a guy who wanted to be with me. They all thought I was with Kimberly. I learned how to kiss with her, but it’s different with a guy. I love kissing you.” He suppressed a chuckle. He seemed to keep saying the word ‘love’ in conjunction with Tyler. God knew it was too early in their relationship for such deep connections to be forming, but the lust ran to his core. Now that he’d had a taste of Tyler, he wanted a lot more.
“I like kissing you, too.” Tyler crawled up Allan’s body long enough to kiss him. He swiped his tongue along Allan’s bottom lip. “It’s nice to have someone on my side—someone who understands, kind of, what I’ve been through.” He paused. “If I screw up or I’m not doing something right, tell me.”
“I will, but you have nothing to worry about. Promise.” He remained still until Tyler settled again and his breathing evened out. Allan’s brain buzzed with a hundred thoughts. He wanted to know what had happened to the guy and what made him question everything. He guessed Blake had had a hand in screwing Tyler up.
Good thing Allan possessed a lot of patience. He wasn’t put off by Tyler’s issues. He’d work with his new love, because, in the few short hours they’d been together, he’d fallen hard for Tyler Leigh.
Chapter Four
Tyler opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. For a moment, he wasn’t sure where he was, then he remembered. He’d spent the night with Allan. How could he forget a hot time like that? Between hanging out at the fire, getting steamy between the sheets and Allan’s kind words, he’d had a fantastic time. Part of him couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact he was with Allan. Allan Clark! He glanced at Allan. He could leave. Just get up and sneak out, but why? If he and Allan were a couple then he should stick around.
The rules with Allan weren’t the same as with Blake. Good thing. He didn’t want to go through that kind of crap with another boyfriend. But Blake wasn’t really a boyfriend. Blake was a user and he wished he could’ve figured him out sooner.
Tyler fumbled on the floor for his bag. When he found it, he grabbed his phone. The little LED light flashed. Green meant texts. Shit. He scrubbed his hand across his face then swiped his thumb over the screen. As he’d expected, the list included a couple of emails and an update from one of his football apps, but also fourteen texts. Probably all from Blake.
Twenty-four hours ago, he would’ve hurried to check all the messages then called Blake back. He would’ve groveled and pleaded for Blake to give him another chance. Not now. He glanced over the list of texts. None were from the coach or other team members. Just Blake. He deleted the text thread then tossed the phone onto his bag. He didn’t need Blake any longer. If he wanted to continue to heal, he needed to move forward with his life and stop giving power to Blake.
He glanced at Allan again. Being with him was the best place to be. He admired Allan in sleep. Long, dark lashes, deep black eyebrows and his hair curled slightly. His lips were parted as he slept and a slight growth of five o’clock shadow darkened his cheeks and chin. The sheet covered him from the belly down. His tan nipples beaded and his chest rose and fell with each breath.
Tyler debated slipping his arm across Allan’s belly, but didn’t. He loved the way the tiny hairs formed a treasure trail down Allan’s stomach to his crotch.
“Hey, you.” Allan snorted then grasped Tyler’s hand. “How long have you been awake?”
“Not long.” Normally, he would’ve hurried out of the room or asked to leave, but he didn’t want to go. He didn’t want to return to the crummy existence he’d had under Blake’s thumb. “You were sleeping and I figured I’d let you rest.”
“I’m glad you did. I was wiped.” Allan sat up and rubbed both hands over his face. He crinkled his nose then glanced around the room. “There’s nothing like waking up after a win, great sex and lots of sleep.”
Tyler nodded. He wanted to ask so many questions but kept his mouth shut. This was new territory for him.
“You’re thinking again. What’s wrong?” Allan settled back in the sheets and folded his arms behind his head. “What’s on your mind?”
Where should he start? “Do you want me to go?” He figured he knew the answer but needed to hear the words out loud.
“No. Why would I do that?” Allan paused. “Wait. I know the answer. Blake kicked your ass out in the morning, didn’t he? No, he probably expected you to be gone and for the room to look like you’d never been there. That’s what it is.”
How’s he know so much? Tyler nodded again.
“That’s bullshit.” Allan disengaged his arms and tugged Tyler to his chest. He kissed the tip of Tyler’s nose. “I promised I won’t be like him.”
“Some people don’t like complications. He’s one of them.” Tyler fought the urge to squirm away from Allan. He’d been pushed away so many times, he wasn’t sure how to deal with the closeness.
“He’s a dick. Complication is what makes life interesting.” Allan shook his head. “So, fuck him. I don’t want you to go. We don’t have practice or classes and I want to spend the day with you. What sounds good? Food and practice kicks? You kick and I return?”
Tyler relaxed a bit. He liked the signal of a new chapter in his life. “Sundays are usually my laundry day.” The tips of his ears burned. Is this what boyfriends talk about? Laundry? “I go to Laundry 101. It’s cheaper and cleaner. Oh, and they serve breakfast until noon.” He stole
a glance at the clock. “Which is over in forty-five minutes.”
“Sounds like a plan. Get shit done then toss a few balls around.” Allan kissed him again. “We should shower first. Can’t go out in public if we’re filthy.”
“True. We’re a mess.”
“Which is why having a private bathroom is a freaking score.” Allan patted Tyler’s ass. “Up.”
Tyler scooted off the bed and stepped out of Allan’s way. He should’ve been doing something besides gawking but what was there to do?
“When I found out I had a room with my own shower…I damn near cried.” Allan twisted the knob and started the water. “I don’t have to fight anyone for time or hot water. It’s awesome.” Soon, steam billowed out of the stall. “It’s not the hottest, but it’ll do.” Allan grabbed Tyler’s hand and yanked him into the shower.
Tyler didn’t bother to hesitate. He could cover himself but he’d showered in the locker room plenty of times. Being in such tight quarters, the whole team had probably seen his bare ass at one point or another. Still, being with Allan was different.
“Don’t tell me you’re afraid of me.” Allan grinned. He stepped under the spray and his hair slicked to his forehead. Droplets decorated his eyelashes and dribbled down his nose as he grinned.
“No, not afraid. Kind of not.” Fuck. He eased forward under the water. He needed to say something intelligent. “The builders didn’t make the stalls pretty, did they?” Where the hell had that come from? Pretty shower stalls? Damn it.
“Nope. Function only.” Allan squirted soap onto a washcloth. Suds formed in his hands and slid down his forearms. “Let me.” He smoothed the cloth over Tyler’s chest.
Up close, Tyler noticed the variation of browns in Allan’s eyes. He had sexy eyes.
“We should’ve iced your knees.” Allan caressed the cloth over Tyler’s belly and sides then down to his hips. He dropped to a knee and cleaned Tyler’s legs. “They don’t look swollen, though. That’s good.”
Tyler fixed his gaze on Allan. He hadn’t thought about his knees or any other part of his body besides his cock. “They look okay.” Not that he’d checked them. “I’m fine.” Coach would kick his ass for not taking care of his body after the game.
“They do look good. No bruising or swelling.” Allan patted Tyler’s hip. “I guess hanging out with me has many benefits.” Allan rinsed Ty by inching out of the path of the spray. He curled his fingers around Tyler’s shaft and stroked. “Did you know the first time I saw you, I drooled.”
“I doubt that.” He leaned against the back of the stall. The chilly tiles helped to quell some of the fever in his body. “I’m not that great.”
“You’d be surprised. You were in your practice gear and working with the place holder. For a full minute, I didn’t see anyone but you.” He punctuated each word with a tug on Tyler’s dick.
“You’ve got my attention right now.” Holy shit. The more Allan pumped Tyler’s erection, the more he made paying attention impossible.
“I said to myself, I’m going to fuck that guy.”
Allan’s blunt words cut through Tyler’s haze. He frowned. He sure hoped he wasn’t on his way to becoming another pawn.
“Then I remembered I had a boyfriend. See, that’s what you did to me. Made me forget the guy I had waiting off field.” Allan flicked his tongue across the head of Tyler’s dick. “I’m not big on cheating, so I put those feelings and thoughts away, but I never forgot about being attracted to you.”
“Really?” His voice cracked. What the fuck? His voice hadn’t cracked since he’d been twelve. “Why—you should’ve said something.”
Allan drew circles over his lips with Tyler’s cock. “I believe life happens the way it does for a reason. I might have wanted you back then, but we weren’t supposed to get together until now. I don’t understand why that’s how it ended up being, but I’m not knocking it.” He engulfed Tyler’s erection in his mouth.
Tyler pressed his shoulders against the wall and slapped the tile surface. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been sucked off. Normally he was the one on his knees.
“Like this?” Allan asked. He wound his hand around the base of Tyler’s cock and stroked. He blinked back droplets of water from the shower head and grinned. “The creator wasn’t stingy with you.” He flicked his tongue across the blunt head of Tyler’s dick and fixed his gaze on him.
“I get by with what I’ve got.” Tyler groaned. The combination of Allan’s hand and mouth on his erection had him nearly crazy with need. His knees wobbled.
“Touch me, Ty,” Allan said between licks. “I know you’re on the edge. Show me.”
He eased his fingers over the top of Allan’s head, rubbing the short strands of hair. If he was going to be with Allan more than once, he’d need to relearn how to behave with a lover. He held on to Allan’s head, guiding him. He pumped his hips. Oh fuck, Allan felt good.
Allan bobbed his head, taking Tyler in to the root then pulling most of the way out. His humming added to Tyler’s excitement. Although he usually wasn’t in charge of anything, something about how Allan treated Tyler told him they were equals. If Tyler wanted to take his time, he could.
“Uh-huh,” Allan said around Tyler’s dick. He grasped Tyler’s thighs and gave over control to Tyler.
“Fuck,” Tyler bit out. He rolled his torso, shoving his dick in and out of Allan’s mouth. His restraint held by a thin thread. Heat swarmed in his belly and his nerve endings buzzed. He wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer. Why should he have to?
He gasped and every muscle within him tensed. “Fuck. Allan.” He curled forward. The water still stung his body, but he barely noticed. Hell, the rest of the world faded away except for Allan.
Tyler shivered. He yanked his dick from Allan’s mouth. Cum spurted onto the tile floor before sliding down the drain. A thin ribbon of white slipped across Tyler’s thigh. The climax hit him hard, forcing him to the floor. Good thing. The room seemed to spin and he wasn’t sure how long he’d have been able to remain upright anyway.
“That was hot.” Allan crawled between Tyler’s knees. “Got me hard.”
“Fuck me,” Tyler whispered. His brain warned him to go slow, but the rest of him couldn’t stop barreling forward. He wanted to be with Allan—all the way and with no regrets.
“Not right now.” Allan kissed him. He sucked Tyler’s bottom lip between his teeth and flattened his palm on Tyler’s chest. The touch sent sparks through Tyler’s system.
Confusion hit. How could Allan be so sweet but not want more from him?
“I like sex in the shower, but the water’s getting chilly and my bed is surprisingly more comfortable.” Allan wriggled his eyebrows. “I’ll dry you off.”
“You don’t have to be so nice to me.” Tyler allowed Allan to haul him to his feet. “I can take care of myself.”
“I’m sure you can.” Allan switched off the water. He grabbed a towel from the hook beside the stall. “But I like doing this stuff. I treat my date or partner or whatever with dignity.” He opened the towel and enfolded Tyler in it. “The more I see you, the more I understand your strength and fragility.” He dried Tyler’s arms and torso then moved down his legs. He took extra time drying Tyler’s dick and balls. “You don’t have to be so strong with me. There’s nothing wrong with letting your guard down.”
Tyler sighed and took the towel from Allan. “You have no idea.”
“Then clue me in.”
He hesitated. What the hell? Allan had sucked him off. The least he deserved was the truth. “I’m not good at any of this. Relationships. Sex.”
“I disagree. You were great a moment ago.” Allan grinned and allowed Tyler to dry him off.
Tyler admired the ink on Allan’s arms. Most of the ink was just designs, but there were numbers and a few letters mixed in. He wished he had the balls to be so bold.
“Hey.” Allan curled his fingers under Tyler’s chin, forcing Tyler to look him in the
eye. “I don’t understand what all Blake did to you, but I know he didn’t have the right to do it. You’re a good guy. Sexy, sweet, smart, and killer on the football field. I want you kicking my extra points any day. I mean it—you deserve whatever you want.”
He wanted to believe Allan, down to his soul he wanted to believe. “Fuck me,” he murmured. He’d grown needy since they’d been together—or maybe he always had been and hadn’t realized it. Either way, he craved Allan’s cock in his ass.
“I will.” Allan grinned. “And you’ll end up fucking me, too.” He grasped Tyler’s hand and led him into the room. He yanked Tyler against him as he collapsed onto the bed. “See, I don’t care who is leading the parade as long as I’m in it.” He rolled them both over, pinning Tyler beneath him. “Now I believe you begged me to fuck you.”
“I did.” Now they were getting somewhere.
“Show me that hot ass.” Allan scrambled off Tyler long enough to stand and rummage through the top drawer of the dresser. He held up a bottle of lube and a condom packet. “Better yet, let me do this.” He folded Tyler in half and crouched over him. “I like looking in your eyes. So sexy.”
Having Allan on top of him was pretty hot, too. Tyler grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled. He wasn’t going to need much prep. After the blow job in the bathroom, Allan had him relaxed. He grunted and flexed his asshole.
“Eager much?” Allan chuckled. He eased back long enough to rip open the condom wrapper. He sheathed himself and dribbled lube on his fingers. “I like a man who knows what he wants.”
“I want you.” He grasped the backs of his knees and held his legs to his belly. “Please?”
“I will.” Allan stared into Tyler’s eyes as he worked his fingers between Tyler’s ass cheeks. He touched Tyler’s opening, stroking the sensitive skin. “You’re ready for me, aren’t you?”
