“Morning.”
Nate chuckled as I got myself extra comfortable between his thighs. He peered over his shoulder at me. “You doing all right there?”
I nodded, my gaze connecting with his before I tugged the sheet off and leaned my chest away a little. The view as I looked down, my cock snug and totally content, was a hell of a way to wake and get the day started. “I am now,” I muttered gruffly, moving my hips just so, groaning when the sensitive head knocked against his balls, gifting me with his breathy moan. “Best way ever to start the day,” I panted, my gentle thrusts continuing. The urge to grab the lube was intense; the rub could be so much sweeter with a smooth glide, but that would require disconnecting.
No chance that was happening.
“Pretty fucking perfect if you ask me.” The tease pushed back against me.
My gaze whipped to his, and I smirked at the desire reflected in his dark brown eyes. Somehow my thrusts didn’t falter, but when he made a show of licking his fingers and shifting his hand out of view, my steady rhythm stuttered. As soon as I saw his arm move, his muscles strain, I went to town, rutting against him, careless of the dry friction.
Instead, my focus was on the way his thighs and the crease of his ass gripped my cock. On the way, his small grunts ramped me up. Until finally, and even quicker than last night, my balls drew high, my spine tingled, and after two frantic juts of my hips, I released between his legs with a raspy moan.
The whole of my body shuddered, and I quickly pressed close, looping my arm around Nate. His mouth sought out mine, our tongues clumsily tangling as I reached for his dick. Finding purchase, I spread my fingers over his and helped jack him off.
Nate’s grunts were loud and wild, and I eased back out of the kiss, wanting to watch him unravel.
He didn’t disappoint.
With a couple more jerks, Nate gasped, his eyes slamming closed, pink touching his cheeks. Warmth spilled onto our joined hands.
“Fuck.” I tugged him back. “Want to taste you so bad.”
Startled as I nudged him to his back, Nate gazed at me through half-closed lids, his mouth gaping. His mouth fell open even wider when I licked his shaft, lapping up the taste of him.
“Fuck, I’m sensitive,” he grumbled as I wrapped my lips around his softening dick.
I grinned but slowed down. When I did so, a happy sigh spilled from Nate. Finishing with a final lick to his stomach, I peered up. “Not quite clean. A shower’s needed.”
“Your spunk is in crevices I didn’t know existed,” he sassed, and my laugh tumbled free. “Not sure I can feel my legs yet, though.”
My laughter settled and morphed into a broad smile, and I hummed in approval.
Nate quirked his brow at me. “Why do I get the feeling the thought of me numb and fuck-fogged makes you far too happy?”
“Fuck-fogged? Nice. I like making you fuck-fogged. It should be on my to-do list every day possible.”
The gaze Nate sent my way was all soft and full of question. “Every day, huh?”
I shrugged, aware my cheeks heated. “Shower, food, then I think we need to figure this out.” Determination drove my words.
“Thisoutas in our future and what you said yesterday?” While Nate’s words were clear, curiosity sparked in his eyes. I also felt the slight tremble of his limbs. I didn’t need to ask why that was. We were in this together, both filled with as much love as uncertainty.
Tired of second-guessing and of letting my heart play second fiddle, I bobbed my head. “About our future and making us work, yeah.”
When he smiled, a slight shimmer forming in his eyes, my heart leaped so fucking high that not even a buzzer beater could have made me feel so ecstatic or sure I was doing the right thing.
It didn’t take long to wash up and prepare breakfast from the bunch of food I’d brought with us yesterday.
Having eaten fruit, cheese, and bread, we took our second mugs of coffee out onto Nate’s back porch. While he had neighbors, there were plenty of trees and bushes around to give us complete privacy.
“I’m just going to come out and say all the shit floating around in my mind, okay?”
Despite the gentle smile of reassurance Nate directed my way, he was on edge. Since I’d been a mess of overthinking, I didn’t for a moment expect I’d be the only one.
“Okay,” he answered. He released a steady breath and indicated for me to continue.
Amongst the quiet rustle of the leaves in the trees, I focused on being as open and as honest with him as I could. If I couldn’t manage that, I didn’t deserve Nate. A spark of certainty flickered to life as I said, “I’m not yet ready to share with the League, the media, that I’m gay, nor that I’m in love with my best friend.”
