If anyone had asked him a month ago if he’d be willing to wear not just a football jersey, but hisboyfriend’sfootball jersey, Ramsey would’ve told them they were absolutely fucking crazy. But then back in June, when he’d first met Nate, he hadn’t ever imagined willingly watching a whole football game without bitching the whole goddamn time. But now he was not only willing to do it, he was analyzing the play and texting Nate a whole string of comments during the game.
When Brody had texted him, asking if he was interested in watching with him, he’d said yes, despite how much crap his friend was going to give him.
“You don’t have to wear it,” Nate said hurriedly, and Ramsey realized he’d been standing here staring at the fabric for too long, a weird mix of incredulity and happiness swirling through him.
He was not only doing this, he washappydoing this.
“I want to wear it,” Ramsey said and then pulled his T-shirt off. “I better check the sizing.”
“Well, you usually wear something underneath, the fabric’s scratchy. That’s an authentic game jersey—I would have given you one of mine, that I’ve worn, but you’re smaller than me—”
“Nathaniel,” Ramsey interrupted as he tugged the jersey over his head. Sure enough it fit great. And at least the color would look fucking killer on him.
Nate’s pupils had already dilated though. Probably imagining what Ramsey looked like from the rear, Nate’s name and number on his back.
Nate’s gaze jerked up. “What?”
“I think we need to workshop this outfit,” he suggested, pushing the waistband of his sweatpants down until fabric pooled at his ankles.
Sure enough, Nate’s jaw dropped as Ramsey stepped out of his sweatpants, now clad only in Nate’s jersey and his briefs.
“Don’t move,” Nate said, voice dipping low and roughening. “I’m taking a mental picture for every lonely night in my future.”
“Oh baby, they aren’t going to be any lonely nights.” Ramsey had still been turning over the geographical problem over and over in his head, and even if he was based in Toronto, the hockey and the football schedules were going to be tough to navigate.
If Ramsey was doing this—and it sure seemed like he was doing it, thattheywere doing it—he wasn’t going to let physical distance fuck them over.
“No? So you’re never going to go anywhere else to play hockey?” Nate teased.
He seemed unconcerned, which was fine. Ramsey could be concerned for both of them. That was generally how it worked, anyway.
“Funny you’d assume that we wouldn’t still be having sex. It’s called FaceTime sex, baby.”
Nate shot him a hot look as he rounded the island. It was easy for Ramsey to melt into his touch. Easiest thing in the world. Slightly harder but even more rewarding for Ramsey to jump onto the counter, wind his arms and legs around Nate’s powerful body. Lean in and murmur into his ear as Nate’s mouth found the sensitive curve of his neck. “No need for FaceTime sex right now, though.”
Nate didn’t need any other instruction. He picked Ramsey up and less than thirty seconds later, Nate was depositing him on the bed and stripping his shirt off.
But when Ramsey’s hands went to the hem of the jersey to tug it off, Nate stopped him with a dark, intent look.
“No,” he said. “You’re keeping that on.”
Ramsey couldn’t help but tease. “Am I though? You said it, it’s kind of scratchy—”
Nate silenced him with a hard, hot kiss. Pressing Ramsey into the bed in exactly the way he’d wanted. Nate’s tongue in Ramsey’s mouth, stroking his insistently, hands smoothing over the fabric of the jersey, like Ramsey might still be tempted to take it off.
But anything that got Nate this hot, his cock a burning hot line against his bare thigh, was worth it in Ramsey’s book.
He’d always imagined that sex so many times with the same person might get boring, but so far, it was actually even better each and every time. Different too. Sometimes it was heartfelt. Sometimes quiet and intimate. Sometimes hot and sexy. Sometimes playful, and Ramsey experienced laughing through sex for the first time.
How could he get bored when there were so many varieties, and Nate seemed determined to try it every way?
Nate pulled back, Ramsey still tasting him on his tongue. “What do you want, baby?” he murmured. “Didn’t you say something about big plans?”
Oh yeah, he had. The jersey had distracted him, but Ramsey was adaptable, and the jersey actually added a fun, sexy wrinkle.
“Nathaniel, I want you to fuck me. In your jersey.” Ramsey fluttered his eyelashes. “How does that sound?”
Nate’s jaw dropped and he leaned in, kissing him again. Hot and wet and perfect, his mouth saying without words just what he thought of that idea.
