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  Heath pinched his lips together like he had to stop himself from asking anymore questions.

  “Ask me again, Heath.”

  He didn’t hesitate to ask again, “Why now?”

  “I had to come out to you in time.”

  “Out in time, Wade? What do you mean?”

  Wade let go of Heath’s hand and shifted his hand to cradle Heath’s jaw. He smoothed his palm over the flesh that was softer and paler against his own. “I was scared, Heath. So scared. Scared I would leave this room never knowing how sweet it would be to kiss you. Never knowing how warm you felt under my hand. Never knowing for myself the little noises you’d make when you’re turned-on. And if those kisses are all I’ll ever get of you—if you’re done with me—I’ll treasure them. I won’t regret them … even though I’m still lying here, hoping for more … asking you for more.”

  Chapter 7

  Heath wasn’t done with Wade. Not by any means. But, instead of the desperate touching and mutual grinding session they had begun with, Heath craved more. Something more … intimate. Something to show Wade how much he treasured him … how amazing he thought he was that he’d trusted him and wanted him when Wade had never trusted or wanted anyone enough to allow himself to be kissed, to be touched.

  “Flip over and lie on your stomach, Wade,” Heath said, his voice turning raspy. Wade complied at once, folding his arms under the pillow he’d rested his head on. He faced Heath, his gaze sure. Heath hopped up from the bed, hungry to get his hands on Wade, yet wanting to take it slow. Digging around in his bag, he nearly gave a shout of relief when his hand landed on the new bottle of lube. Then he searched a little more and unearthed a box of condoms. He wasn’t ready to go there just yet, but when the moment arose later, he didn’t want to put a damper on it by having to stop and rifle through his bag. He walked over to the nightstand and slid open the drawer. Wade’s head turned, and he eyed him curiously as Heath dropped the box into the drawer before shutting it.

  “I see you come prepared,” Wade drawled.

  He didn’t want to give Wade a lecture on the responsibilities associated with gay sex right now. He’d rather show him, and when they parted ways, Heath would make sure to impress upon him all the finer details. Even if the implications of that kind of talk would kill him. So, instead he shot him a lascivious grin and quipped, “Never good to come unprepared.”

  Wade chuckled but then grunted and ground his hips into the sheet a little.

  Heath waved the bottle of lube at him and waggled his brows. “We’re not going there just yet, Wade. Do you trust me?”

  “Yes.”

  “Let me make you feel good, ’k?”

  “If you make me feel any better than I do now, Heath, we’re definitely going there.”

  “Oh, he’s eager. I like that,” he grinned and winked at the gorgeous man before him. “Just relax for now.”

  Wade nodded and closed his eyes. Heath watched as his taut muscles relaxed against the white sheets. It was then he noticed that, in their rolling around, the duvet had been kicked to the end of the bed. Heath contemplated his next move. He was of the same mind as Wade, he wanted unfettered access to all that deliciously tanned skin. And he wanted to feel it with his own. Heath tossed the lube on the bed and moved to stand behind Wade before stripping off his pants and boxer briefs. Even though Wade couldn’t see him, he’d never felt so exposed in his life. Heath crawled over Wade’s body, rested his butt against that high, tight ass, and sat on his heels. Bracing himself on his outstretched arms, he arched his body over the other man’s, not yet wanting to clue him into the fact that he was naked, and kissed a path starting at his neck that continued all the way down to the base of his spine. Wade let out a deep sigh, and Heath smiled against his skin.

  Heath sat back up and let his hands roam over the contours of Wade’s back. “I didn’t miss the part where you said ‘out to me.’ Does that mean you plan on still hiding this part of yourself?”

  Wade tensed under him again. “That’s the other part I didn’t want you hating me for.”

  “Told you,” Heath murmured as he massaged Wade’s neck with his fingertips. “Could never hate you. So relax.”

  Wade released a deep breath and sank back into the mattress. “I want one year, Heath,” he confided wistfully. “One year to live my dream as a professional football player. Then I’m coming out. Let the chips fall where they may.” Wade groaned when Heath’s hands rubbed his shoulder blades, so Heath lingered there, giving the man a little more of what he needed. “But, I’ve decided to tell my family at Christmas when they come up for a visit. I think they will be okay. A little shocked maybe. Maybe not. It’s not like I’ve been with girls, and I’ve been open about supporting gay rights, so they may already suspect. Anyway, I want them to get used to the idea before I go public. I’ll tell my teammates and coaches too before I announce it so, hopefully, they’ll have gotten to know me and have my back so I can keep playing.”

  Heath had to bite his tongue to keep from spewing the negative thoughts that sprang to mind. Their world may be improving by leaps and bounds on the subject of sexuality and accepting differences, but he didn’t have any illusions about that change infiltrating professional sports, especially football, anytime soon.

  Though, he couldn’t see anyone turning on Wade once they got to know him. Knew how honest and forthright he was. Hell, maybe Wade, with his wholesome face and open demeanor, would be the one to spearhead that change. Heath stifled a laugh at the thought of Wade’s optimism rubbing off on him already. And if he could accomplish that no small feat, he could totally see Wade winning over his fans and fellow footballers.

  “Hmm …” Heath hummed as he grappled for the lube. “Before today, I probably would have judged you for that, but after really listening to Boyd’s story, it made me realize that everyone deserves the right to tell their own stories in their own way. And, I need to respect that. Besides, it’s not as if you’ve been hooking up with random guys and treating people like shit in an effort to cover your ass.” He unscrewed the top and peeled the little piece of foil off before he poured a generous amount across Wade’s back.

  Wade jerked a little. “Cold,” he gasped. He set the bottle on the nightstand for easy access.

  “I’ll warm you up. Promise.”

  “So … you didn’t seem all that shocked when I first told you. Was I that obvious?” Wade mumbled, as Heath began kneading his back.

  Heath snickered.

  “What?”

  “Oh, Wade,” Heath tsked. “I was surprised, but definitely not shocked.”

  “Yeah, why not?”

  “’Cause gay guys think everyone is gay, but they’re all just too afraid to admit it.”

  They both laughed at that.

  Spreading his hands wide, Heath worked the makeshift massage oil into the small muscles of Wade’s lower back. God, he was so beautiful, he mused. It was a thought he couldn’t keep to himself though.

  Wade gave a low rumble of laughter. “I think you got that backward. You’re the beautiful one. That was my first thought when I saw you, and not much has changed on that front.”

  Heath nearly cooed at the compliment. He knew he wasn’t a bad looking guy, but the fact that Wade thought he was beautiful actually did make him feel beautiful. Heath worked on his back for a while. The room was quiet and still other than Wade’s soft sighs and the slick sound of his hands running over Wade’s hot body.

  “You know,” Heath began, his voice sounding loud in the silence, “when you told your story earlier, about realizing you were into boys, you didn’t mention struggling with it on a personal level. Was is that easy for you to accept? I mean, knowing where you grew up and your background, you have to have grown up religious. I don’t mean to stereotype again,” he added quickly. “But—”

  “No, no,” Wade cut him off. Heath sent a silent thanks for helping him extract his foot from his mouth once again. “You’re right. I grew up in church—chur
ch on Sunday morning, Sunday night, Wednesday night, and all the random functions in between. My church isn’t one of those fire and brimstone places though. They focus on love and acceptance of our fellow man, even going so far as to preach on seeing past each other’s differences to find common ground and peace. That doesn’t mean I fooled myself into believing they would approve of this difference, but like I said, I was taught to love myself and others, especially at home, so I just … did.”

  And Heath was grateful for that. Seeing someone as unique and incredible as Wade hating himself for loving something or someone he thought he shouldn’t would be a tragedy. “I’m glad to hear that, Wade. Self-acceptance is huge, even if you need time to work out the other stuff.”

  Heath had reached Wade’s massive arms, so he rubbed the contours of his biceps and then his triceps before making his way to his lightly haired, thick forearms. He needed to lean over to get them good, so he took a deep breath and draped himself over Wade. When his hard, naked cock touched the small of Wade’s back, they both gasped.

  “O—oh,” Wade stuttered. “You.” He took another deep breath. “You were naked this whole time.”

  Heath groaned against Wade’s ear before he licked and sucked at it. “I love how husky your voice sounds when you’re turned-on.” Heath threaded his fingers with Wade’s and dipped his hips, driving his rock hard dick against Wade’s slick skin. “Fuck, that feels good,” he uttered.

  “Mmm … Heath, I want to feel you. All over.”

  Wade’s desire was palpable, and it fueled Heath’s own need. So, Heath released his hands and scooted down the bed, quickly grasping the elastic band of Wade’s pants and underwear. “Lift,” he commanded. Wade pulled himself up on his forearms and did as he was told. In Heath’s impatience to feel Wade, he totally forgot he would actually see him naked for the first time too. So, once he worked Wade’s clothes off, he stilled and stared at the perfect specimen of man before him.

  Someone no other had ever seen like this before.

  Someone who trusted him, Heath, with his secrets and his desires.

  Someone who had been longing for him just as Heath had longed.

  As those thoughts hit him in rapid succession, Heath closed his eyes and reveled in the heady feeling.

  “You okay?” Wade asked without moving.

  “Ye—yeah.” Now he was the one stammering. He wanted to confess to Wade how much this meant to him. Assure him that he wasn’t just a hookup. That he had feelings for him. Deep, strong feelings. Ones that he almost buckled under the weight of. But, it was those very things that kept him from speaking. He didn’t know if he was strong enough to admit all that yet.

  Heath climbed back up on top of Wade, forcing him to lie flat again. He made quick work of coating them both with more lube. Resuming his position from before, he linked their hands together, wanting to feel every part of Wade against his own. God, wanting Wade to become a part of him. “You’re so hot, Wade.” Heath ground his hips into Wade and the underside of his cock wedged itself against Wade’s cleft. Wade hissed and raised his head to look over his shoulder. Heath crushed his mouth to Wade’s.

  Pressed.

  Sucked.

  Licked.

  Lost himself in Wade.

  Heath’s every muscle was primed and pumping into and against Wade. His cock was an almost steady stream of precum, making the slide even more dangerous. And all Heath could think was that it was overwhelming, yet somehow, it still wasn’t enough.

  Wade finally broke their kiss. “Wanna see you,” he cried.

  Heath bussed his lips one more time, released his hands, and kneeled up over Wade. Wade didn’t waste any time. He flipped over, his eyes zeroing in on Heath’s dick. “Dang,” he breathed. Heath threw back his head in laughter. One day soon, he would get this man to let loose with a curse word or two. Heath let his laughter die out and licked his throbbing lips as Wade sat up and gazed freely on his body. Then his hands were following his eyes. “You have an incredible body. So soft.” His fingertips ghosted over the skin inside in his hip bones. “Yet, so hard,” he added with a wicked glint in his eye and a squeeze of Heath’s cock.

  Heath’s mouth dropped a little at Wade’s sudden show of brazenness. He liked it. Wade’s curious hands slipped around to his ass, soothing the heated skin with his palms before he clutched them in his strong hold and pulled Heath down onto his thighs.

  Heath caught himself against Wade’s chest, but Wade didn’t stop adjusting him until he had Heath’s legs wrapped his waist and his arms draped around his shoulders. Wade kept one hand on his ass and threaded the other through Heath’s hair, bringing him in for another kiss. He licked at Heath’s lips, like a cat lapped up his favorite cream. Then his tongue was pushing in, twisting and tangling with his own.

  Wade wrapped his arm around Heath’s waist, swooping him further onto his lap until their torsos melded and their cocks met. Wade’s eyes flew open, and he froze in the middle of ravaging Heath’s mouth. Wade pulled his mouth from Heath’s and shifted slightly to look down between them.

  Heath tilted his forehead against Wade’s, their sweat blending where their overheated skin met, their warm, rapid breaths mingling between their chests. Gazing down at the sight of their cocks aligned and weeping against one another forced the air from Heath’s lungs. He’d never seen anything so incredible. Wade’s dick was fucking beautiful too. Long. Thick. With a huge mushroom head. He got a little dizzy thinking about that beast entering him. But, if he taught Wade how to get him ready … Wade would use that thick cock to make him feel incredible. An inferno suddenly engulfed him from the inside out. His asshole clenched in anticipation, making his own cock twitch against Wade’s. That seemed to break the spell because Wade chose that moment to reach out and fist Heath’s rigid, pulsing length in his hand.

  “Yes,” Heath hissed. Wade jacked Heath slowly at first. Then he grew in confidence and his strokes became surer and faster. Finally when he started twisting and working the head, Heath knew he was about to blow.

  Wade whimpered when Heath mirrored his hold on his cock, their hands working one other. Neither of them uttering a word. Neither of them looking away.

  “Want to try something?” Heath asked, knowing he was only seconds away and needing to feel Wade against him again.

  Wade merely nodded against his forehead before they released each other. Heath tightened his arm against Wade’s back that was slick with lube and sweat. He breathed deeply, trying to infuse his whole being with Wade’s scent. He needed to memorize it.

  Heath got sidetracked as he followed his wayward thoughts and licked at Wade’s glistening neck. He was placing pecking kisses against the tasty flesh when Wade groaned and cleared his throat. “I’m close,” he murmured against Heath’s temple.

  “Watch this,” Heath bragged and changed directions once again. “Hold on tight,” he advised Wade, who immediately renewed his hold around Heath’s waist. They propped their foreheads against each other’s once again.

  Reaching between them, Heath grasped their drenched cocks in one hand as he pistoned his hips, creating a slow grind of one dick against the other. The coarse hair on Wade’s thighs scraped against his ass. Heath felt Wade’s breath catch, and then he was breathing rapidly as Heath angled just right to run his cockhead directly against Wade’s frenulum.

  “Ah … Oh, Heath. Yes, please. More,” he demanded.

  “Work them with me, Wade.”

  His hand flew from Heath’s hip to work in tandem with Heath’s. And before they knew it, Wade pushed up with his hips, grunted, and spurted long streams of hot cum over their cocks and stomachs. The salty essence of Wade hit Heath like a mating call, triggering his own release. He ground himself hard against Wade, shouted, and didn’t stop mumbling the string of profanity-laced praises for Wade’s manhood, Wade’s hotness, Wade’s very existence.

  Then he collapsed in a hot, sweaty, cum-laden mess onto, quite possibly, the most magnificent person in the world
.

  After the world stopped spinning at warp speed and they caught their breath, Wade asked, “What the heck was that?” Wonder underlying his question.

  Heath laughed.

  Wade laughed.

  Heath slid across Wade’s chest from the mutual rumble.

  Wade tightened his arms around him, and it felt so damn good.

  “Um … did you like it?”

  Wade dropped a kiss on the top of Heath’s head. “Oh, yeah.”

  “Good. So, that little gem among maneuvers goes by a variety of names … frotting, Ivy League Rub, Princeton First-Year … take your pick.”

  “Princeton First-Year?”

  “Mmm … too tired to give you the long, illustrious history on that one. Remind me later.”

  Wade laughed lightly and another quiet moment passed. One hand travelled down Heath’s back to caress his ass. “We should probably clean up before we’re permanently stuck together.”

  Heath barely heard him through the dream-like fog engulfing his brain. He tested his limbs, found them in slow but working order, and shifted to slide off Wade.

  Wade patted Heath’s hip and groaned as he exited the bed. Heath’s head lolled to the side, and he pried open one eyelid so he could watch that gorgeous ass leave the room. He wasn’t disappointed, and apparently his cock wasn’t as sleepy as the rest of him, since it stirred and twitched at the memory of sliding against those sweet cheeks.

  Heath must have dozed off because suddenly he heard his name as though it was being called from far away and Wade was leaning over him clad in only his boxer briefs. Wade reached out and tipped his chin back with his fingertips and feathered sweet, mint-laced kisses across his lips.

  “Not that I’m not enjoying seeing you covered in our cum and smelling myself on you,” he murmured huskily, “but you wanna shower?”

  Heath stretched, sighed, and scratched absently at his stomach. He liked the way Wade thought, but yeah, that needed to go. “Yep, dirty minded boy, I do.” Wade offered him a hand and pulled him to his feet. Then, he did the sweetest thing that, if anyone else had tried to do, would have had him balking and scoffing.