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“Ben.” My name breaks out of him this time. “I’m close.”

“Me too. Don’t stop.”

He lets go of my wrist. I wrap both arms around him before he can put his hand anywhere else and pull his chest tight to mine.

Nolan keeps fucking me in short, hard strokes. His hand is trapped between our bodies, still moving on my cock. The pressure builds behind it, deep inside where his cock keeps hitting, until my whole body is drawn tight around him.

“Come with me,” I say.

His next thrust drives me over.

My cock jerks in his fist, come spilling hot between our stomachs. The orgasm rips through my hips and keeps going, every pulse squeezing Nolan inside me until I can’t breathe. I hold him tighter and hear him swear against my mouth.

Then his body locks over mine.

His cock pulses deep inside me as he comes. Nolan’s face drops into my neck. I feel every broken thrust, each one pulling another wave of pleasure through my body while his fingers tighten around my cock.

We stop moving at the same time.

All I can hear is both of us trying to breathe. My legs remain locked behind Nolan with my arms around his back. His full weight is on me, and his cock is still inside me.

I don’t let go.

Nolan lifts his head. His hair is damp at the temples, and his eyes move over my face like he’s checking for something.

I’m not ready to talk. I pull him down and kiss him instead.

He comes willingly. His hand slides behind my neck and stays there while I hold him against me.

27

NOLAN

I feel like a king. A king who fucked Ben Pope.

He’s still in my bed while I stand in the kitchen waiting for coffee, and every time I think about him waking up there, I grin at absolutely nothing. I should probably stop before he comes out and sees me looking this pleased with myself.

The coffee finishes dripping. I take down two mugs and pour his first, because I’ve learned that Ben wants coffee before food and doesn’t want anything sweet in it. He’s going to need it. We fell asleep late, and sometime after that he woke me up by pulling my hand onto his cock.

My body is tired in all the best places. Ben is probably going to feel last night every time he sits down today, and I’m a good enough person that I won’t bring it up during practice unless he annoys me.

I don’t know what today looks like after that. We didn’t talk when we finished. Ben pulled me down and held me until we fell asleep again, which was more than enough while it was happening. It still feels like enough with his coffee in my hand and his clothes mixed into mine in the bedroom.

I look at the clock on the stove and lose some of the grin. We need to get moving if we’re going to shower, change, and make it to practice on time. Ben has clothes here now, although we’ve never discussed that. A shirt got left behind, then socks, then the pair of sweats I washed and put in my dresser instead of handing them back.

We can get ready here and drive in together. Guys on the team carpool all the time. Nobody will care, and if Bobby makes a joke, I’ll tell him Ben needed a ride.

Unless Ben decides arriving in the same car is too dangerous and does something deranged like call an Uber from my condo while I’m leaving for the exact same place.

I hear him in the hall before I see him. His steps are slower than usual, which makes the grin come back.

Ben walks into the kitchen completely naked.

I forget about the clock.

His hair is standing up on one side, and there’s a crease from my pillow across his cheek. Faint bruises mark the insides of his thighs where I held him open. He moves carefully for the first few steps, but he doesn’t look unhappy about it. Mostly he looks loose and sleepy and thoroughly satisfied with himself.

Then he sees me staring. His cock gives an interested twitch.