“Oh, God,” he whispered as he raced to the end. “I’m coming. Oh, God!”
He shoved in hard and stayed put. Liam squeezed tight, and Coury sucked in a breath. Recovering enough, he moved again, this time fast and deep. He continued until his body stopped spasming. The intensity left him gulping air, and his heart still pounded in his chest.
“Don’t move,” Liam said. He fisted his cock and jerked himself with long, steady strokes.
From Liam’s breathing, Coury knew he was close. A few seconds later, his cock erupted, the first volley leaving a trail of white come from Liam’s forehead to his abs. Coury twitched every time Liam clenched.
Coury leaned forward and kissed Liam’s come-covered lips. “You’re so hot.”
Wrapping his legs around Coury’s torso, Liam kept them connected. “That was amazing. You feel so good inside me.”
Eventually, Coury eased back. He grabbed the end of the condom and slowly pulled out. Tying off the end, he tossed it aside while Liam used some tissues to clean up. Finally, Coury lay back down next to Liam.
Liam snuggled in; Coury slipped his arm under and around the warm body pressed against his. They still had a problem, but they’d talk tomorrow. If they were both going to be hurt, Coury wanted to enjoy the time they had so he’d never forget.
Chapter Eighteen
Coury
The light breeze Coury had ignored during practice forced him to zip up his sweatshirt now that the sun was nearly gone. He should have been listening to his coach, but he spent more brain power wondering if Liam was cold waiting for him in the bleachers. Hopefully he’d dressed warm enough.
“See you all tomorrow,” Coach Brophy said.
Coury slung his glove into his bag and slid the bat into the compartment underneath. Luke was still talking to Tom, their first baseman. Either he wrapped that up, or Coury’d leave without him. He looked at Liam, smiled, and held up a finger.
He and Luke made eye contact. “We’ll talk more tomorrow, but I doubt I’ll change my mind.”
“Sure.” Tom shrugged in a way that said it was more important than he tried to pass off. “See you guys.”
Coury waved lazily. “Liam’s waiting,” he said to Luke.
Luke packed quickly, doing a bad job of hiding a smirk.
Shaking his head, Coury slung his bag over his shoulder. “Go ahead. Call me dick whipped.”
“Nope.” Luke hooked the straps of his carrier and nodded toward Liam. “I know how it feels when your guy watches. I’m happy for you.”
“Thanks. It is nice.”
Liam clanked down the aluminum steps and waited for them. He smiled and kept his gaze on Coury. “Hey. You looked good.”
“I looked good or my throwing looked good?”
Liam rolled his eyes. “Considering I wouldn’t know good pitching from bad, my comment referred to you. And your ass in those pants.”
“La la la. Not listening.” Luke covered his ears.
“Really?” Coury gave him the stink eye. “You and Nico can be all Hallmark Christmas movie twenty-four seven when I’m there, but a hot guy can’t comment on my butt?”
Luke turned to Liam. “I think he snuck in he thinks you’re hot.”
“He’s good like that.” Liam leaned in for a quick kiss.
Laughing, Luke started walking.
Coury grabbed Liam’s hand. It had been weird the first time, but the guys had seen Luke and Nico kiss enough that it passed quickly.
“Can you believe Tom?” Luke asked.
