Jace gave in and adjusted his cock in his shorts. He was so hard he had to stick his hand inside the waistband to fully adjust himself. His prick vehemently protested, but he wasn’t going to beg Colt to do him. Right? After reweighing that option, Jace finally turned back to the bed, eyeing the swim trunks. Colt was right; the bright floral print did suit him.
Chapter 4
The ocean churned just feet away from where they sat. The brightness of the full moon reflected perfectly on the breaking waves causing the whitecaps to shimmer as they rolled toward the island. Colt reached over to refill Jace’s wine glass as he’d done countless times over the last few hours, keeping them outside, enjoying each other’s company. At least, he hoped Jace enjoyed this as much as he did.
A small radio played in the background. The station was some sort of sultry island music, local to the area. The tiki torch flames danced in the cool tropical breeze casting soft shadows across the small patio table. In Colt’s mind, it whispered romance, exactly what he tried to accomplish.
All in all, Colt was proud of the time he’d spent in preparing for tonight. He really thought he’d pulled off a very seductive kind of scene. It was what he wanted most for tonight, to show Jace just how much he meant. As he placed the wine bottle back in the ice bucket, he weighed his options and decided neither of them was quite ready to give up their front row seats to nature’s very own moonlit performance. They both seemed to enjoy the evening.
Colt had given up stealing sideways glances at Jace hours ago. Now he was outright staring. Nothing in the beauty of their tropical paradise held the allure of the beautiful man sitting next to him. Jace could have easily been on the cover of any fashion magazine across the country. He had those boy next door meets surfer guy good looks. His sunny blond hair and tanned six pack cut abs turned Colt on like nothing else ever had before. Jace was made for turning heads at the beach or anywhere for that matter. From the moment Colt found out about this place, he’d wanted Jace right here with him.
“Wanna swim again?” Colt asked, taking Jace’s hand. They sat side by side at the table, facing the ocean.
“I’m fine right here. Unless you want to,” Jace said, his chest bare, one leg crossed over his knee, and he had no problem easily entwining their fingers together as if it was the most natural thing to do. Colt liked Jace’s easy familiarity.
“Nah, I’m good here, too,” Colt said, finally sitting back, casting his stare out into the ocean. They swam earlier tonight, ate a huge crab and fish dinner, and drank a lot of beer and wine. Colt felt good, and he hoped Jace did too.
“Who was supposed to be here with you this week?” Jace asked out of the blue, his eyes remaining focused on the ocean. Colt looked over at him, watched him closely. The question was the first personal thing they’d said since they had been back out on the beach.
“No one, I was coming alone,” Colt replied.
“But they gave you two tickets?” Jace shot back. Not necessarily an accusation, still just a question.
“I had the ticket my agent gave me, and I bought yours. They offered to buy another ticket when they told me about this place, but I didn’t have anybody to bring. I almost didn’t come,” Colt said.
“You bought my ticket? I thought you said you had an extra ticket available,” Jace asked, his eyes locked on Colt’s. Jace tensed, straightening up in his chair as he started to stand.
“No, sit back. Relax like you were. I bought the ticket because I thought we could come down here, get away from everyone, and get to know each other. It’s not a big deal,” Colt confessed quickly. As he spoke, he reached out and pushed Jace back into the seat. No way did he want Jace bowed up tight. They were relaxed. He needed them relaxed.
“That was expensive,” Jace said, alarm in his voice.
“Money’s one problem I don’t seem to have right now. I have one hell of a credit line all of a sudden. Jace, please sit back. It’s the best money I’ve spent.” Jace didn’t listen to him. He could see Jace ticking off numbers in his head, trying to figure out how much the trip probably cost and if there was any way he could pay him back. Colt knew from all the years of watching Jace, he took every extra side job thrown his way. Colt hadn’t ever heard of Jace taking handouts. If he couldn’t pay, he didn’t do it. “Really, Jace, sit back… I wanted you to come with me.”
“Why?” Jace asked, sounding defensive.
“Do you ask all your dates why they spend time with you?” Colt questioned, trying for mischievous, but Jace just stared at him. Maybe Colt should have ended this evening a few minutes ago. The tension between them was building. Not terrible, but there nonetheless, and Jace finally seemed bolder after the alcohol, asking questions and wanting some answers.
“Man, really, relax. I wanted you here with me so I arranged it. I just feel like I’ve wasted a lot of time wanting you and doing nothing about it,” Colt said. He forced his eyes away, starring out over the moonlit ocean. His fingers tightened around Jace’s, and he could feel Jace’s eyes still on him.
“You’re the star of our team. You’re the player most sought after by the NFL. You’re gonna be a first round draft pick, and you want me to believe you’ve been harboring some kind of true feelings for me, for apparently a long time?” Jace challenged Colt with every word he spoke. He got it; he’d have asked these same questions way before now.
“Pretty much sums it up,” Colt replied, a sly grin on his face. He still hadn’t looked over at Jace, but lifted their joined hands, bringing Jace’s knuckles up for a kiss. “Actually, you’re dead on.”
“I don’t believe it,” Jace countered after a minute and finally relaxed back in his seat, staring straight ahead. Colt liked that much better, because now he could go back to being the watcher. “I can get you might be into fucking guys now and then. I like it, so why wouldn’t you, but not the rest. And why me? I don’t understand. I’m a cheerleader on scholarship, and you’re, well, you. Nah, I can’t see it at all.”
Jace drained his wine glass.
“The first time I saw you was August of ’99. We were at the stadium. It was the first community pep rally, before school even started. You tumbled across the whole field, doing all those twisty things. Your hair was shorter, you weren’t as muscular, and I think you’ve gotten taller. You were stunning. The most beautiful guy I had ever seen. I got so hard watching you I had to walk around with my hands in my pockets, trying to hide my hard-on. The first chance I got, I went to the bathroom and jacked off. What else do you want to know?” Colt asked.
Jace turned to Colt, staring at him, not speaking, but clearly taking in his every word.
“In 2001, your dad died. You were gone for like two weeks,” Colt started, but Jace cut him off.
“Don’t tell me you were the one that sent that iPod to me.”
“I did. I confess it was from me. I felt so bad for you. You worked so hard all the time. You always had that old Walkman with the big head phones covering your ears. Let’s see, you take on every community commitment the school offers. Your grade point average is like right at a three point nine. You—”
“How do you know that?” Jace asked. The accusation was gone, but the curiosity wasn’t.
“Jace, you wear a size twelve shoe. You eat fruit and yogurt every morning for breakfast. You hate the tags in the back of your T-shirts; you always cut them out. You chew the caps to your pens. You love Creed. You…” Colt was on a roll and could go on forever. He was an encyclopedia of knowledge when it came to Jace Montgomery.
“Okay, that’s enough,” Jace said, lifting a hand to stop Colt in mid-sentence.
“I think that might be my favorite look. It’s the same look you gave me when I hit on you in the locker room,” Colt chuckled.
“I don’t even know what to say to that.” Jace fidgeted, uncrossing his leg, and then crossing them again. He wasn’t necessarily relaxed, but he wasn’t about to bolt either. Colt took the chance and refilled Jace’s wine glass. He poured the la
st of their second bottle into Jace’s glass before setting the empty bottle on the table beside him. Colt pulled another bottle out of the cooler and popped the cork.
His big plan for the night was to bottom. He wanted Jace to top him. He hadn’t said anything, but hoped Jace would be his first. Overall, Colt decided he probably needed to be a little more relaxed and maybe be somewhat drunk to pull it off. He didn’t know what to expect. He’d only had the tip of Jace’s finger breach him for an instant when they were making out in the locker room. He took a long drink straight from the third bottle.
“You could tell me you thought about me too, even if it’s not true,” Colt said, and took another long swig, completely abandoning his glass. Colt worried he might have freaked Jace out with his sad attempt at humor, falling short once again, because Jace hadn’t laughed at his joke.
“I did think about you. Who doesn’t? You’re like TLU’s golden child. Everyone wants to know you,” Jace said as he took a sip from his refilled wine glass. “Does your dad know about this?”
“Hell no!” Colt choked out, quickly lowering the bottle, almost spewing the wine in his mouth all over Jace when he answered. “Fuck no, he can’t ever know. I’m never ever gonna be old enough for him to find out I like dick. Can you imagine that? I’d cause him to have a coronary right there on the field.”
“He’s intense,” Jace agreed.
Intense was a huge understatement in describing his father, Larry Michaels. He was an ex-professional football player who had ridden Colt’s ass his entire life. He pushed Colt to excel in everything he did, especially football, and if he failed, hell rained down on his head so hard Child Protective Services had Colt’s father on speed dial.
“Ya think? No, he can’t ever know. My parents aren’t anything like yours. My father’s orchestrated my whole football career for pretty much my entire life. He’s done all this for my future. He handles all the contacts and got the agents looking at me; he’s my manager. He controls my life. No way would it ever be a good idea to clue him in on how much I like hot blond cheerleaders of the same sex.” Colt took a big swig from the bottle after thinking about his father.
“So you’re gay?” Jace asked, mercifully getting off the subject of his dad.
“I think so. I’ve lusted after you forever. I think about you when I’m trying to get off. Is that saying too much?” Finally, the drunk started to settle in.
“No, you don’t. Really?” Jace sounded shocked.
“You know, I’ve seen you in the locker room over the years. It’s not hard to draw that image up when needed,” Colt teased, taking another long drink from the bottle.
“I jack off to you, too,” Jace blurted, a shy grin on his face. Colt watched as Jace’s body physically relaxed after his confession.
“Finally! You haven’t given me much back in the way of encouragement, but what you just said, that made my day,” Colt declared, his grin firmly back in place.
“Whatever! You’re Colton Michaels. Your girlfriend’s gonna be the next Miss America.”
“I told you, she’s not my girlfriend,” Colt protested, lifting the bottle to his lips, taking another guzzle, close to draining it now.
“Sure fooled me.”
“Nah, I really can’t tell you more, but let’s just say, her and I, we have a lot in common,” Colt said, waggling his eyebrows.
“No fucking way! You all need to quit hiding. If everyone would quit hiding and just be who they are, I wouldn’t have to be called a fucking fag every single day of my life,” Jace shot back with absolutely no malice. He grinned, tightening his hand around Colt’s.
“I’m not as strong as you. I wished I were, but I’m not. I’m not sure at this point if I ever will be.” Colt gave up and turned his seat toward Jace, facing him now. He placed the makeshift wine bucket on the table, keeping what was left of the bottle close by. “Let me tell you what I am sure of, what I want. I want you to fuck me tonight. I want you inside me. It’s my first time, but I know I liked your finger in my ass when we made out in the locker room. How do you feel about that?”
Jace grinned and rose from the chair, lifting Colt’s hand to help him up. Their thighs brushed against one another as he stood. “You’re finally speaking my language.”
Chapter 5
“I need a couple minutes,” Colt said as they entered the bungalow’s master bedroom. Jace’s nerves were back in full force, and if he was any judge, he figured Colt’s were too. The man had downed the last bottle of wine by himself in less than thirty minutes. Yeah, Colt was nervous, which made Jace that much more anxious.
“We don’t have to do this,” Jace said. Colt attempted to pull his hand free from Jace’s hold, but he held on tight, keeping them in place. “I don’t mind being on bottom. I love the feeling of you inside me.”
“No, I just need a minute, that’s all. I’ve thought about this night for a long time. I want this, and I want it with you.” Colt kissed Jace’s lips, a smile spread across his face. “I plan on doing this often. Just be gentle with me, or not. Whatever.” And with that, Colt gave a devilish smirk, winked, and turned on his heel, not bothering to look back as he stepped inside the bathroom.
“Pour us some more wine,” Colt called out as the door slammed shut behind him.
Jace stood in the middle of the room. The candles were there, unlit. He supposed they were there for a reason, so he found the lighter and began to light each one. It took some time, there had to be twenty-five candles placed around the room. Jace paused before lighting the last one, looking up in the dresser mirror to see his blond hair in a windblown mess. He took a second to straighten his haphazard hair before lighting the final candle.
About the same time, he heard the commode flush and the sink faucet turn off, but Colt didn’t come out. Jace stood in the middle of the bedroom, looking around. He spotted the bottle of wine Colt left chilling in the stew pot by the bed. The bottle sat in cold water now, the ice in the makeshift bucket completely melted. He didn’t think Colt would care as he plucked the bottle from the water and uncorked it, pouring two glasses. Colt still hadn’t come out of the bathroom.
Jace looked down at himself. His swim trunks were dry, he thought he looked fine, but then he lifted an arm and took a quick sniff. Yeah, he could use a quick shower. On a whim, he grabbed his duffel and searched the house for another bathroom. He found a partial bath off the living room. No shower, but he could sponge bathe, maybe do a quick sink wash of his hair. A yawn slipped out, causing Jace to fish out his phone. Two in the morning, Kauai time, seven in the morning, Texas time. He’d been up twenty-four hours, and he switched the water to cold to help wake him up.
Jace managed everything pretty quickly. He shaved, washed his hair, cleaned his body, paying close attention to his ass, and warred with himself the entire time as to whether he should put on a clean pair of swim trunks. He loved that Colt had bought him these trunks.
As he debated, his mind slipped to the one thing he hadn’t let himself consider since their time in the locker room. What in the hell was happening between them? This was like a whirlwind spinning completely out of control, making it hard to keep up. Yet somewhere tonight, Jace’s heart connected, and he hadn’t stopped it.
Jace stood at the mirror, looking at his reflection, his swim trunks in hand, and he finally yielded to the thoughts crossing his mind. Colt Michaels was in the other room, waiting for him to come fuck him. Never in a million years would he have seen that coming. The nagging doubt of a very well-planned practical joke didn’t hold much weight anymore. Colt really seemed into him. Colton Michaels for God’s sake! Surreal didn’t begin to describe this moment.
For nothing more than a shield, Jace tugged fresh swim trucks on before he cleaned up his mess in the bathroom. By his estimation, he’d been in there about fifteen minutes. It was time to get back, face this night, and see where he and Colt were really headed in all of this.
All the lights were off in the house. Only the lit ca
ndles flickering out into the hall guided him to their room. He paused outside the bedroom door and listened. He could hear Colt breathing and maybe drinking. Drinking from the open wine bottle, if the sloshing he heard was anything to go by. Jace grinned at Colt’s need for liquid courage.
Jace forced himself forward, rounded the corner, and stopped in the doorway. Colt was lying sprawled out in the middle of the bed, completely nude. Damn! His wet dream came true. Colt’s muscular arms were propped behind his head, and he was staring intently at the ceiling, obviously lost in thought. Colt’s legs were open, his left leg bent and dropped to the side, giving Jace a great view of his balls and flaccid cock.
Every one of Jace fantasies had Colt hung and apparently he didn’t get it wrong. He never got the chance to gawk during the time they’d spent together in the locker room. Honestly, he couldn’t remember most of what happened because he had been in such a state of blissful shock, before he spent the rest of his time bent over, hanging on for dear life.
“Why are you dressed?” Colt asked, looking over with a skittish smile. He propped up on an elbow when he noticed Jace in the doorway. His dark hair looked damp from a shower. Jace’s cock swelled at the breathtaking sight of Colt staring up at him. Something flashed in Colt’s eyes and his face began to cloud. “Are you having second thoughts?”
Colt was an open book, all his emotions showing right there on his face. This Colt was so different from the self-assured, cocky guy he’d watched from afar. He clearly had two very different personalities, and Jace was drawn to both.
“I wasn’t sure if you needed more time,” Jace responded to the first question, ignoring the second. He slipped his thumbs under his waistband, sliding his swim trucks down until they dropped to the floor. He stepped forward glad to see the approving smile spreading across Colt’s upturned face as he lay fully back on the bed. Jace licked his lips, watching Colt’s cock stir to life. Colt tracked his movements as he padded naked across the room toward the bed. Jace climbed slowly on the mattress until he lay on his side, propped up on his elbow, facing Colt.
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