“How’s your head?” Concern pitched his voice low as we unlocked our room.
“Okay. Probably a good thing I took the painkiller before the movie. It’s shifted the headache that was forming.” It was a huge relief. While it was far from a full-on game, on the court I’d played hard. And not once had my head hurt, nor had I gone dizzy.
The looming headache a little while after was more likely a combination of the exertion, on top of a fitful night’s sleep, and the stress of what had happened with Sutton and me catching up.
I kicked off my shoes, Sutton doing the same. “Letting you know now that my codependency is going to be in full swing, and after last night sleeping alone, I have no desire for that to happen again.”
He nodded. “I have no issues with that.”
I grinned and paused to watch him tug off his T-shirt. The expanse of skin on display made my mouth water. Spending time kissing and tasting his skin had become one of my favorite ways to relax while having the added bonus of making us both horny.
Sutton tugged his cell out and focused on the screen. “I missed a text from Max.”
“Everything okay?” We’d already caught each other up about what had happened since yesterday afternoon, right alongside heated kisses when we sneaked away and grabbed some time to ourselves before dinner with my dad. There’d been heartfelt apologies.
“Yeah. He’s just about to board his flight. Said there’s some footage of earlier that’s going viral. Apparently the hashtag #jayton is exploding or something.”
I snorted. “How’d you feel about Jayton and not Sutden or Galden.” I scrunched my nose at both alternatives. “Well, apart from them sounding awful?”
“You before me… you on top… it has certain merits.”
I’d been tugging my own tee off when he spoke. I tore it off quickly, eyes wide and my cock twitching. “As in merits about me fucking you?”
Sutton tilted his head back and looked at the ceiling. I was sure there was an eye roll in there too. “And they say romance is dead.”
I grinned, stalked toward where he sat on the bed, and clambered onto his lap. He latched on to my ass and held me tightly. “You need me to romance you first? Will that make me getting inside you happen faster?” I tilted forward and rubbed against him.
A soft grunt escaped him before he said, “If romance means your mouth on me beforehand, then that’s a hell yes.”
Staring into his eyes, I looked for any uncertainty. Seeing none, I leaned forward and pressed a light kiss on his mouth. “Did you work out the prep stuff?”
Light pink spread across his cheeks. “I think so, or at least a quick version of it. Will that be okay?”
I nodded immediately. “Yeah, definitely.” I was rock-hard already. “And we’ll take it slow, yeah?”
“Okay. Give my fifteen, okay?”
Only the knowledge that we’d soon be having penetrative sex for the first time got me to move. Sitting on his lap, his erection firm and pressing against my butt, was a comfortable place to be.
Sutton stood and rummaged around in his bag for the anal douche we’d bought before leaving Minnesota. Both of us had experimented with it, just like we’d already experimented with the basics of fingers and searching for the prostate, which holy fucking orgasm… why hadn’t we been doing this since we were old enough to suck each other off?
I figured good things came to those who waited. It was what I reminded myself while Sutton prepped himself.
Rather than using the time to simply play with my dick, I got the lube, grabbed a couple of condoms, and threw some of our clothes into the wardrobe to straighten the room up. I even turned off the light and switched on the bedside lamps. I also put some music on.
Sutton had gotten wonderfully vocal the few times I’d brushed against his prostate—so much more than when he came from me sucking or jacking him off—so I figured at least a little sound may cover some of the noise.
The room in a little better order and looking surprisingly cozy for a basic room, I stripped, thankful I’d already had a shower after the game, so I didn’t stink.
I then lay on the bed to wait for him, my stomach fizzing with nerves, but the best kind. I wanted this, him so fucking badly that just the thought of being buried inside him made my cock pulse. I should have jacked off after the game. Though I don’t think the rest of the guys would have appreciated the fact. I chuckled at the thought.
The bathroom door opened, and gloriously naked, Sutton stepped out of the room, closing the door behind him. My dick twitched in anticipation as I took him in. By the time I made eye contact with him, he had a brow quirked high at me, and I grinned. “You’re so fucking sexy.” And he seriously was. My mind still boggled that it had taken me so long to notice him this way.
Making his way toward me, he angled his head a little, gaze raking my body, pretty much the same way I’d done to him. His focus turned to the supplies on the bedside, and the slightest of pinks was just visible in his cheeks. A second later, his Adam’s apple bobbed.
By the time he reached the mattress, I was on my knees and dragging him down. Patience wasn’t a virtue I needed. Not when I craved his mouth on mine more than I needed anything else.
Once he was on top, I wrapped my legs around him, our mouths fused, tongues tasting, and soft groans spilling between the hottest of kisses. “On your back,” I garbled. “I wanna suck you off.”
