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I smirked. Yeah. You are my plans.
He sent me a laughing emoji, then an eggplant emoji, and I snorted. Then he sent a peach with a phone. I shook my head. Nope. You’re no booty call. You’re my world. I knew it was sappy, and I knew he was just kidding, anyway, but I never wanted him to feel like that.
I threw on my clothes as he sent back a crying emoji and a heart. I smiled, and as I passed Jeff I said, “Hey. I’m going to skip the bar tonight.”
He rolled his eyes but chuckled as he said, “Yeah, yeah, after the game you played tonight I guess you deserve it. I’m sure that was hot to watch from the stands, or whatever, and someone is probably real thirsty for Caden right about now. I mean, you were showing off in a major way.” He laughed and smacked me on the back. I laughed, too. So what if I was?
As I passed by Declan on the way out the door he called out, “You coming to the bar?”
“Nah, I have better plans,” I smirked.
Tyler appeared beside him and spoke. “Oooh, have fun tonight then, you two.” They both grinned and went back to whatever they’d been doing before I passed by, like it was no big deal, like I’d told them I was going to go meet my girlfriend somewhere. Maybe the whole thing had been blown way out of proportion in my mind, thanks to the first thing that had happened when someone other than a love interest found out I was gay. Most of the people who knew didn’t seem to bat an eye. The vision of a gun barrel was fading in my mind and being replaced with the possibility of happiness. A forever kind.
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He answered my knock still wearing my jersey and those damn booty shorts with the black sequins and the mesh stripes that showed off his ass, the ones he was wearing the first night I’d seen him pole dance. It was literally more than I could handle. His smirk turned to surprise as I pushed him backward with my body, shoving my way through the door and slamming it behind me. With no more warning, I picked him right up off the floor, letting out a primal growl. I’d never even heard myself sound like that.
He laughed a little as I carried him over to his bed, kissing and biting at his neck the whole way. I dropped him onto the mattress and started rummaging through his nightstand drawer looking for lube with one hand, as I pulled the shorts down to his knees with the other. “Damn, baby,” he whispered, but when his cock sprang free of his shorts, he couldn’t deny that he was just as excited as I was.
He reached between his mattress and the wall. “Wrong place,” he said, “You think I’d leave this where Mark could find it? He’d use it to jerk off, and I’d never have any.” He handed me the bottle of lube and I laughed. It sounded a little maniacal, so I told myself to tone it down a notch. I didn’t want to scare him.
I looked him in the eye, licking my lips. “You’re eager tonight,” he whispered, “I thought that was supposed to just be me after watching you on the ice.”
Instead of pulling his shorts all the way off of him, I left them at his knees and lubed my fingers before pulling his legs up to his chest, bent at the knees. “Well,” I replied, teasing him with a finger as his hands gripped the sheets, his eyes wide, “you put these damn shorts on, with my jersey. The jersey was already doing it for me, but you know what kind of memories these shorts bring me.” I slipped a finger inside of him and he sighed, never taking his eyes off mine. He was obviously startled by my reaction, but I was happy to find no fear in those beautiful eyes. He trusted me. He knew no matter how crazy-horny he made me, I wasn’t going to do anything if I thought he was uncomfortable with it.
“Did you enjoy the game, baby?” I asked him as I started to move my finger in and out slowly. I hit his sweet spot every time, and he gulped, his cock filling even more.
“You were so hot out there,” he said softly, with a little moan at the end, “Everyone in that arena wanted you. But here you are.”
I slipped a second finger in, moving them slowly, sliding along his prostate with every movement. I leaned forward, still holding his legs up with my other hand, and licked his ear. “Because I only wanted one person in that whole arena,” I said softly. His dick twitched.
“Caden,” he said in that breathless voice that drove me wild. Suddenly, I remembered our first time, and how I’d wondered if I could make him come with just my fingers. I felt like I could hold out a little longer than I could have then, and even though my dick was already hard, I sped my movements up a little, making sure to hit that spot every time.
One of his hands gripped his sheet, and the other reached for me. “Caden…I need…”
“Shh,” I said, nipping at his neck again, “I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you. This one’s just for you.” I felt like he deserved two orgasms that night, both for being there to cheer me on at the game, and then greeting me at the door in my jersey and those shorts. If he could put in the effort, so could I.
I sat back up and moved to brace his legs with my forearm, reaching around them to shove his shirt up. I wanted to see more of him, but I also didn’t want the jersey to get messy. He moaned, and the hand that had been reaching for me fisted in the sheets along with the other. “Caden…” his dick was leaking all over his belly and seeing the shorts binding his knees together while I held his legs up to his chest was doing me in. I was determined to wait my turn, though.
Jamie was biting his lip, trying to keep quiet. I suddenly wanted to make him not be quiet. I started moving faster, hitting his sweet spot a little harder every time. I watched as more precum leaked out over his abs and his cock gave another twitch. I looked back at his face to make sure his mind was still as into it as his body. I thought I’d maybe been a little demanding about what I wanted, and wanted to make sure he was ok with it even though it obviously wasn’t bad enough for him to give me the red light. Seeing his face, though, it was clear he was all the way into it.
Damn. Jamie was almost more than I could take. I’d never met someone who could do the things to me that he could do without even touching me. “You’re so pretty like this,” I said softly, “God, look at you. I wish you could see yourself.” I bit my own lip and let out a little moan, and he whined.
His head was pressed back into his pillow, and he’d pulled one corner of his fitted sheet completely off the bed. I refrained from smirking. I wanted to take care of him, he needed taken care of, and we were definitely headed full-speed in the right direction. I really wanted to touch his neglected dick, but I still wanted to see if I could get him off like that. I crooked my fingers a tiny bit and sped up a little bit more. “Come on, baby. I want to see you come from just my fingers. You can do it.”
“Fuck, Caden.” His cock gave another twitch.
I probably looked smug even though I was trying my best not to. I was pretty sure at that point that even though he was looking at me, he wasn’t really seeing me, anyway. “I know you can do it, baby,” I said, “Come on, Jamie. I’ve got you.” Another twitch and a tremble through his legs under my forearm. “So beautiful,” I whispered, “The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” My cock was throbbing in my pants. I talked it down, though. It could wait.
He let out another moan, a shiver running through his entire body. “There you go,” I said quietly, “You’re almost there, aren’t you? Just from my fingers. You love my fingers in your ass, don’t you, baby?”
He was so far gone. He whined again and nodded, babbled something incoherent. I couldn’t stop the smile that time. “That’s right. I know you like it. Come on, baby. Come for me.” Just a few more thrusts of my fingers and he did just that, letting out a cry as his legs stiffened under my arm and he spilled his release all over his belly. I slowed down but kept moving my fingers until his next whine was uncomfortable and he pushed weakly at my wrist.
I pulled my fingers out slowly and lowered his legs to the bed while he caught his breath. His eyes shifted to me, and I smiled, leaning over to kiss him. He kissed me back with enthusiasm, although he didn’t seem quite ready to move any other part of his body yet. I pulled back and looked at him, lying beneath me in his afterglow. I couldn’t stop the tiny smirk. “I knew I could get you off like that."
He laughed and shoved at me. “Shut up.” He reached for the button of my jeans. “Let me get you off now.”
I gently pushed his hand away, and he looked up at me, confused. “Ah, ah,” I said, “You aren’t done. That was only the first one of the night.”
