Eli
When Ash kisses me,I pull him closer to me, relishing in the feel of his body on top of mine. We’re both breathing hard and I’m glad to see that Ash is just as affected as I am by this experience. His face and chest are flushed, freckles stark against his skin. He’sfucking beautiful.
He kneels before me and wraps my legs around his waist, kissing up a trail from my chest to my lips.
“Why did you stop?” I ask.
“You felt too good, needed to make it last,” he chuckles in my ear.
I tighten my legs around his waist and his cock rubs against me, making me moan. Ash reaches down and lines himself up with me, pushing my legs up so that my knees hit my chest. The new angle is so intense that it makes me grip the sheets, my arms shaking, my breathing hard.
Ash is patient again, taking things slow until I’m ready and asking for more. When I’m certain I can take more, I move my legs back around his waist and pull him against me. I kiss him as he moves deeper inside and I claw at his back, needing him closer.
“Fuck, you feel so good,pretty boy,” he says against my lips.
“Go harder, I can take it.”
“Stop saying things like that or I’m gonna come right now.”
I laugh and bite his lip, digging my heels into his ass and guiding him to move faster, harder, deeper. Ash places a hand next to my head and leans up on it, picking up the pace, his other hand reaching down and pumping me. My whole body tenses and I come with Ash’s name on my lips and his cock deep inside me.
When I come down from my high, Ash pulls out, takes off the condom, and before he can come all over me, I move further down the bed and take him in my mouth, gripping the rest of him.
I suck the head of his cock, hollowing my cheeks and he shakes and bows over me as he comes. I swallow every drop and then we collapse together in a spent heap.
My hands move all over his body, tracing the freckles on his shoulder. He looks down at me with so much love in his eyes that I can’t help but get choked up.
“I love you.” My lips find the tattoo over his heart and press there. Ash’s fingers rake through my hair and he kisses me. I want nothing more than to stay in this moment forever, to wake up slowly and make love to him in the morning. But I know I can’t.
“I love everything about you, Eli,” he says, eyes bouncing all over my face, like he’s committing me to memory.
THIRTY-FIVE
ASH
Eli leavesearly in the morning and the whole place feels empty without him. Last night left us both vulnerable and raw. After showering together and packing up Eli’s stuff, we had a long conversation about what our relationship is going to look like. We’ll text as much as we can and video chat most nights when our schedules align and we’re not too tired from playing. We’ll try to visit if we end up having a day off at the same time. It’ll be messy and hard at times, and we both need to accept that, but it will be worth it. I’m sure of it.
Somehow I manage to pull myself out of bed, tidy up the apartment and hit the gym to clear my head. I take it easy with a set of squats, lifting, and cardio and think about the road ahead. I have no doubts left about our relationship, not after last night. While it’s going to drive me crazy being away from Eli for long periods at a time, we’re going to make it work.
As I’m on my way to Robbie’s house to meet them and Jordan for dinner, I get a call from work. I hit the answer button on my steering wheel.
“Hello?”
“Meyers, you’re gearing up for tonight.”
“We don’t play tonight,” I say, confused.
Coach sighs and I can picture him shaking his head at me. “You need to be in Detroit like an hour ago, preferably. Get your ass over there right now and we’ll have a crew member bring your gear straight to the arena.”
I smile as his words sink in. They’re calling me up. “Yes, sir, I’ll leave right now.”
“Good.” He pauses for a beat and says, “Kick some ass, kid. You earned this.” Then he hangs up.
My cheeks hurt from smiling like an idiot and I pull into the nearest gas station and call Robbie while I fill up the car.
“Hey, you won’t believe what I just found out!” I yell out excitedly.
“Must be good news,” he deadpans.
