Page 96 of The Waiting Game
It was nothing new. They’d never been shy about their bodies. But Jonah’s awareness of Felix’s body kept changing and growing.
He kept it out of the locker room the best he could. Most days it was something he vaguely noticed, then mentally put aside. He’d never get anything done if he spent all his time thinking about Felix naked.
But now that Felix had hesitantly confessed that maybe he wasn’t a hundred percent straight, Jonah couldn’t stop thinking about anything else. He still had no idea what that wiggle room was.
Was he two percent interested in men? Ten percent? And what did that even mean? Did it matter? And did that vague percentage of interest include Jonah in any way?
What had Felix thought about tonight when he stroked his cock? Whitney? Some other beautiful woman? Or had he thought about a man?
Had Felix wondered what it would feel like to touch a cock? To kiss and feel stubble? Had he pictured someone faceless or someone specific?
Had he ever thought of Jonah?
Breath catching in his throat, Jonah shifted on the bed, uncomfortably aware that his own dick was plumping up.
“You want anything from room service?” he asked, his voice coming out rougher than he intended.
“Uhh, maybe. What do they have?” Felix tugged sweatpants on over his boxer briefs.
“I’m not sure. I haven’t looked.”
“Well, what good are you?” Felix teased. He swiped the towel that had been hanging around his neck through his hair, then disappeared into the bathroom.
Through the open doorway, Jonah could see him hang his towels, then rub some product in his palms, working it through his hair, scrunching it in.
So vain, Jonah thought fondly. They weren’t going out. Were only hanging out in their hotel room and watching movies.
What a ridiculous man.
“Are you going to grab the menu or just check me out?” Felix called out, meeting Jonah’s gaze in the mirror.
Jonah made a garbled noise, unable to even come up with a coherent answer to that. Instead, he went in search of the room service menu.
Jonah scanned through their offerings. “Are we carb-loading tonight?” he asked.
Felix scoffed like he considered that a ridiculous question. This time of year, they both struggled to keep weight on and while they tried to follow the recommendations from the team’s nutritionist and not eat complete junk food all of the time like they had in college, they trusted their bodies to tell them what they needed.
“Hey, have you ever noticed how few pasta dishes are on menus anymore?” Jonah asked as he considered their options.
“It’s tragic. Fuck the keto diet.”
Jonah flinched in surprise as Felix stepped close. His skin was still warm from the shower, radiating heat against Jonah’s back.
Jonah had the overwhelming urge to press against him and let his head fall back against Felix’s shoulder. Jonah was just a couple of inches shorter than Felix, the perfect height for Felix to wrap his hands around Jonah’s waist and slide lower.
“So what sounds good?” Felix asked, breath warm against the side of Jonah’s neck.
Jonah bit his tongue to keep from describing exactly what he’d imagined.
The menu. Surely Felix was talking about the menu.
“Uh, I was thinking steak and fries. Side of mac n cheese. That grain bowl looks good too though,” Jonah mused, though his throat was tight.
Felix pressed closer. “Ohh, yeah it does. Split the crab cake appetizer?”
“Sure. Dessert?”
“I could take it or leave it.”
