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  Wade didn’t say much, but he never lost his excited grin. He released Heath’s hand and dug something out of his wallet to present to the security guard as they neared the gates. The guy gave Wade a wide, welcoming smile and told him to have a great time. Wade maneuvered around the area, like he knew what he was doing. Heath couldn’t help but be impressed. Finally they pulled up next to a nondescript black sedan. Though, the guy leaning on the hood, while punching furiously on his cell phone, looked like he’d just stepped out of a photoshoot for GQ.

  Wade opened his door and got out, so Heath did the same even though he still hadn’t clued him into what they were doing.

  GQ Man slid his phone into his pocket when Wade rounded the hood. They shook hands vigorously before the man started slapping Wade on the back and kidding with him good-naturedly. Not one to hang back, Heath stepped forward until he reached Wade’s side, although he was cognizant to keep some distance between them. Just like he’d been doing all day long.

  “Mr. Green—” Wade started.

  Mr. Green cut him off with a mock-groan and a shake of his head, looking up at Wade as he chastised, “Wade, how many times do I have to tell you? Call me Matt, please. I promise you’re not being disrespectful.”

  “Yes, sir,” Wade agreed, to which Matt shook his head again. “Matt, this is a friend of mine from school, Heath Taylor. He’s the photographer who shot Boyd Savage for our upcoming feature.”

  Matt reached forward and shook Heath’s hand. “Matt Green, Wade’s manager. Nice to meet you.”

  They made a little small talk, during which Heath was happy to note he got good vibes from Wade’s manager.

  “You ready for the grand tour?” Matt asked Heath after a few minutes.

  “Sure,” he answered, and they made their way into the stadium. Matt escorted them to the press box, the various lounges, the Commissioner’s Club Field, the Coaches Club, and the interview rooms all the while chatting amiably about what they were seeing and how things worked around there. He told Wade how many tickets he would get and how to secure them for his family and friends.

  Before long, they were standing at the end of the tunnel that exited out onto the field. Heath wasn’t into sports, but he’d attended various games over the years, even shot the games at Penn State. However, this was unlike anything he’d ever seen in person. Matt told them to take their time before making himself comfortable against the wall, phone in hand once again.

  Wade led the way out onto the field and headed directly to the fifty yard line. They both gazed up at the towering stands surrounding them.

  “These things always look so small on TV. How many did Matt say it seated again?”

  “Just over eighty-two thousand,” Wade answered, his voice rough.

  Heath turned his attention back to Wade, letting his eyes wander over the future star attraction. “You ready for all that, big guy?”

  “Born ready,” Wade drawled. “Doesn’t mean I’m not nervous as anything.”

  Heath laughed. “You’ll do great, Wade.”

  “Yeah?” He squinted down at Heath, his blue eyes shimmering in the afternoon sun.

  “Yeah,” Heath whispered before clearing his throat and taking a couple of steps back. His manager seemed cool, but this was not the time nor place to lean in and steal a kiss.

  Wade was quiet another moment before he began speaking with reverence, “I know to a lot of people it seems like a silly game little boys play, but for me, it’s always been more. The adrenaline, the rush, the physical and mental demands of pushing yourself to be number one, besting your opponents … all of it coalesces into something larger than you. It becomes larger than the game—a brotherhood of sorts where you find yourself, lose yourself, and fight to come out on top together.

  “I know what I’ve given up to get myself here. And now, I know what I’m giving up this year to fulfill my dream. But, I have to give it a shot. If I can’t have both eventually … well, I’ve already told you, I’ll walk away with my held high and find a new dream.”

  Heath had to push his hands into his back pockets to keep himself from reaching for Wade, but nothing could stop him from expressing what he said next. “What if you didn’t have to give me up?”

  “You don’t know what you’re saying. You don’t know how hard that will be. And I would never ask that of you.”

  “You didn’t ask.”

  Wade’s eyes glinted with passion, regret, and a whole host of other emotions as he released a deep breath. “Heath, do you have any idea how hard it’s been not to touch you today? Not to hold your hand while we waiting on our food? Not to lean in and give you a quick kiss every time you said something adorable? Not to tell Matt who you are to me? Not to tackle you to the ground right here, right now and kiss the life out of you because no one has ever offered me anything like what you’re offering me?”

  Heath infused steel into his spin as Wade’s fury of words lashed through him like a whip. He couldn’t speak even though he agreed with how hard holding back had been, so he just pinched his lips together and nodded.

  “Now, imagine having to do that for an entire year,” Wade said sadly and strode off the field.

  Chapter 9

  The ride back to the hotel was thick with tension. Heath knew he had screwed up. Not that Wade was angry with him exactly, but they’d agreed to take this weekend for what it was—a stolen moment in time—no more, no less. No regrets. And Heath had fucked it up by asking for more. He missed Wade’s hands on him. While they couldn’t do that in public, Wade hadn’t kept his hands off of him on the drive down. Now, Wade white-knuckled the steering wheel and kept to himself, and Heath hated it.

  He had one more night with him, and no way was that night gonna suck. Well, suck in a bad way. He shifted in his seat and placed his hand on Wade’s thigh. “So, if I played football what position do you think I would play?” Heath blurted.

  “Um … wide receiver,” Wade laughed.

  “Presumptuous, aren’t we?” Heath teased.

  Wade blushed and turned smiling eyes on him. “I didn’t even consider how that sounded. I picked that ’cause they’re usually the cockiest guys on the field.”

  “Compliments will get you everywhere,” Heath singsonged. “No, I think I’d play … what’s he called? The guy who gets your hands on his ass almost every play?”

  “Center,” Wade choked.

  “Yeah, center. That’d be hot. Speaking of, please tell me the locker room is as homoerotic as I’ve imagined it to be.”

  Wade shook his head. “Sorry to disappoint you, but no.”

  “You don’t ever get turned-on in the shower room with all those big muscles and tight ends on display?” he taunted.

  “Nope, do my job. Get in. Get out. You know?”

  “That’s so disappointing.” Heath waited a beat, sensing he’d relieved some of the tension, but he still needed to address the rainbow-colored elephant in the car. “I meant what I said earlier, but I didn’t mean to ruin our time together.”

  Wade’s hand came to rest over his before he squeezed it gently. “You didn’t ruin anything. I’m sorry I got … pensive.”

  “Oh, pensive,” Heath drawled. “My football player is such a wordsmith.”

  Wade had just pulled back into valet. He shifted the car into park and turned toward Heath, giving him a look that was filled with so much desire, Heath nearly shook. “Your football player?” he whispered.

  “For tonight anyway.”

  To say they rushed through dinner and getting themselves ready for bed would be a vast understatement. Heath could barely remember what he ate. He barely remembered what they talked about. He barely remember coming up to the room.

  All of that rushing for this.

  Wade on top of him.

  Wade making love to his mouth.

  Wade running his hand over his cock.

  Wade worshiping his body with his words, his mouth, his hands.

  Heath trailed his hands a
cross Wade’s back. Sliding his leg from around Wade’s hip, he used it to nudge Wade to shift over and onto his back. He placed one hand on his torso and scooted his body to lie between Wade’s legs. He grinned up at him, and then buried his face in Wade’s blonde bush. Wade gasped and rested his hands on Heath’s shoulders. He had already tasted Wade this morning, but he was hungry for that cock regardless, so he lifted his head and engulfed the hard length in one movement.

  “Heath,” Wade gasped, moving his hands to fist Heath’s hair.

  Heath bobbed his head, hollowing his cheeks and sucking like his life depended on it. He hummed low in his throat when Wade thrust himself further into his throat. Fuck, it was so good. He didn’t think it was possible before, but he was relatively sure he could come just from sucking this man’s dick. But, he wanted to come while Wade was buried inside him. Heath loved to be fucked just as much as he loved to be the one doing the fucking, and even though Wade might be new to sex, the man had natural top written all over him.

  Heath released Wade with a pop and rolled off of him to reach for a condom and the lube. He’d never been anyone’s first, and he was absently wondering how best to instruct Wade how to open him up when he felt the bed shift and glanced down to see Wade on his knees and bent over his dick. He didn’t have a second to brace himself, so he teetered on the edge of the bed when Wade’s hot mouth wrapped around his cock.

  “Whoa, there, big guy,” Heath breathed, bracing one foot against the floor.

  Wade popped off, looked him at him with hooded eyes. “Needed to taste you,” he explained before giving his attention and his mouth over to Heath’s leaking cock.

  He swiped his tongue over the wet head and then teased his slit before sucking the head into his mouth. His hand came up to grasp the base as he jacked it slowly. What he lacked in technique, he certainly made up for with his enthusiasm, as Heath was seconds away from shooting his load into that delicious mouth.

  Cupping the lightly stubbled jaw, Heath eased Wade off of him. Breathing hard, Wade threw himself back on the bed. Heath chuckled and turned his attention to getting the desired supplies again. He had to open the box and rip off one of the packets since he’d forgotten to that in their haste to reconnect after a long day of denying themselves. He took an extra second to rip open the foil. When he faced the bed again, he was surprised to see Wade lying on his stomach.

  Heath stretched out beside him, dropping the supplies as he did. “Wade, you okay? What are you doing?” he asked, confusion lacing his words.

  Wade’s eyelids sprang open. “Just saving time. I want you inside me. Now.” He sent his point further home when he spread his legs wide open.

  Swallowing hard, Heath searched for something to say. Wade had put himself in an incredibly vulnerable position without even really knowing what he was in for. The amount of trust that displayed overwhelmed Heath.

  “You don’t want to?” Wade asked, since Heath had failed to say anything.

  “No, no, I want to,” he stammered. “I just … are you sure?”

  Wade leaned up on his elbows and kissed Heath chastely. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” He plopped back down on his stomach. “I trust you. You’ll take good care of me.”

  “I will,” he promised.

  “I know.”

  Heath stared at the strong, tan back stretched out beautifully just for him. He skated his fingertips down his spine. Wade Truman was untouched—the knowledge rushed Heath’s brain and dizzied him. His desire was a tangible thing that crawled and ached and keened. Mine, he thought. A fierce possessive streak staggered him. A snarky gay boy from Pittsburgh didn’t do caveman. He wanted to be done by caveman. But, Heath had never wanted anything more than Wade—his Southern gentleman fantasy come to life. “Mine,” he rasped as Wade’s flesh pebbled under hand. “Mine,” he growled.

  “Yours,” Wade answered.

  Heath leaned down and devoured Wade’s mouth before sitting back up and pouring a generous amount of lube onto his fingers. He ran them between Wade’s cheeks, brushing over his hole. He felt Wade shiver under him. “This is going to feel amazing, but the best thing you can do is relax.”

  “Yeah, okay,” Wade agreed. Heath felt his taut muscles go slack. Wade was an excellent student.

  Heath ran a digit through the slick and then teased Wade’s pucker. When Wade whimpered, he did it again.

  “You need to get me ready, not drive me insane,” Wade snapped playfully.

  “That’s half the fun,” Heath smiled.

  “Says you.”

  Heath tormented Wade for a few more seconds before suggesting Wade lie on his back. He wanted to watch Wade’s face. For one, he wanted to see him lose his mind with pleasure. Two, he could make sure he read Wade right and didn’t cause him any unnecessary pain.

  When he had Wade stretched out before him, Heath kneeled between Wade’s legs, folded one of them at the knee, and wasted no time working the tip of one finger inside of Wade.

  “Remember to breathe and kind of bear down,” Heath reminded him as he slipped his finger in deeper. Fuck, he was tight. And hot. And as always, addictive.

  Once he had Wade’s muscle relaxed, Heath poured some more lube on his hand and sank a second finger inside him. Wade grunted a little, but then he pushed his ass down until Heath’s fingers disappeared inside him completely. Heath licked his lips at the enticing sight. He glanced back up to see Wade’s features relaxed and lost in pleasure, so he wiggled the digits and scissored them.

  Wade’s eyelids flew open. “Oh, yeah. Heath,” he drawled as Heath repeated the motion before working them in and almost all the way out again and again.

  “Have I ever told you how sexy it is to hear my name on your lips?” Heath asked.

  Wade shook his head and bit his lip.

  “So sexy. I love how you emphasize the he in Heath. Makes me hot every time.” He glanced back down to watch his fingers disappear and reappear, fucking in and out of him in earnest now. “Yeah, Wade. Fuck my fingers,” he groaned.

  Wade moaned and ground his ass against his hand. Heath stilled him by removing his fingers almost all the way. “Am I ready? I feel ready.”

  “Almost,” Heath grinned, pushing his fingers back in and curling them in search of—Wade hummed in pleasure—yep, bingo.

  “Wade meet your prostate.” He skimmed his fingers over the gland before pressing gently.

  Wade laughed and grunted, “Gonna come, Heath.”

  Heath took his warning seriously, remembering exactly how hyper-sensitive his was that first time he’d found it, and withdrew his fingers from his ass. He wiped the extra lube off on the sheet, grabbed the condom, and sheathed his hard cock in seconds. He coated his dick in lube and stretched out on his back beside Wade. Wade gazed at him, a question on his lips.

  “It’ll be easier your first time if you’re able to set the pace.” He winked at Wade. “Besides, I really want you to ride me.”

  ***

  Wade nodded, nerves and anticipation vying for top billing. Heath lay on his back before him, offering himself to Wade, and the thought was humbling and almost completely overwhelming. He sat up and straddled Heath. Not able to resist bending low and stealing one more kiss from the beautiful man below him.

  Heath grasped his rigid cock and held it up for Wade to slide down onto. Wade reached back and lined it up with his hungry, needy hole. All in the span of two days, he’d held Heath in his hand, loved him with his mouth, and now he was about to have him inside him. He couldn’t wait any longer.

  He braced his hands on Heath’s hips and lowered himself onto Heath. Heath’s hands came up to rest on his thighs. He felt the head breach his tight inner muscle and paused to let himself get accustomed to the pinch and the burn before pressing down a little more. Heath slid in further, and Wade forced his body to relax and accept even more of Heath. A twinge of pain had him stopping again for a second. Then, he pushed past that and sank the rest of the way down onto Hea
th’s cock until he felt his coarse hair scraping against his ass. His skin prickled and beads of sweat soon followed. Wade’s entire body vibrated with the need to move, but he still needed a moment.

  Heath’s eyes never left his as he worked to get used to the hard cock in his ass. They shone with a myriad of emotions, and Wade imagined his looked much the same.

  “You good?” Heath finally asked.

  Wade shifted his weight and blew out a deep breath. Oh, yeah. He was good. “Feels so good, Heath. Can’t believe you’re inside of me.”

  “Mmm … me either, Wade. You feel incredible. So hot and tight.” Heath wrapped his hand around Wade’s cock and stroked it gently, bringing it back to life. “Move when you’re ready.”

  And he was ready. Wade rocked himself back and forth, slowly at first then rapidly gained his rhythm.

  “Raise yourself up. Don’t come off completely, and then—”

  Heath couldn’t finish his thought since Wade had figured out what to do. He followed Heath’s instructions before impaling himself on Heath and rotating his hips.

  “And a bottom is born every day,” Heath grunted, grinning like a loon and looking at Wade like he was incredible. And he felt incredible. So full. Full of Heath. Full of love for Heath.

  Wade raised and lowered himself some more, circling his hips on every downward thrust. Heath kept up a steady movement on his cock. Then Heath moved his other hand to his balls and gently squeezed. Wade whimpered and grunted, knowing he was about to shoot.

  He used all his muscles to work himself on Heath’s delicious dick, but he needed more, needed Heath deeper. He shifted his hands behind him to brace himself against Heath’s thighs.

  “Want you to move, Heath.”

  “Move?” he questioned innocently, barely shimming his hips.

  “Yeah,” he encouraged. “More.” He closed his eyes. His head dropped back.

  “Tell me what you really want, Wade.”

  “Mmm … c’mon,” he begged.

  “Say it, Wade. You know you want to. And I know I want to see you come undone.”