Page 83 of Tough Guy and the Show Off

I’ve already fallen.

“I’m gonna come, Beau. Should I pull out?” he gasps.

“You better not,” I growl, using my grip on his ass to pull him deeper again, desperate to feel the heat of his release shooting deep inside me, filling me up and spilling out when he’s finished.

The heat in my stomach pulses and tightens along with my balls.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” I grunt. “It’s no wonder I⁠—”

All my senses shoot to the intensity building between my legs. My balls clench and my cock is so hard I feel lightheaded. I’m so close… I won’t last.

“Your cum is gonna be inside me, Trav,” I whine, my cock jerking and twitching.

“Jesus, Beau. I can’t take it.”

“Yeah, you fucking can. You’re a god, Trav.”

“Uuunnnf.” His brow creases as his pace stutters. He grunts through his release and I reach between us, stroking myself wildly.

It only takes a couple of seconds for me to join him. I throw my head back, moaning as wave after wave crashes into me, my release painting Travis’s stomach and chest, spurting so hard that my vision gets blurry. It goes on and on until I’m exhausted and gasping for breath.

Trav collapses on top of me and I wrap my arms around him. It’s harder to breathe, but I don’t care. I want him right where he is.

We both shiver when his cock softens and slips out of me, then he chuckles.

“Jesus, that was so fucking hot.”

“Intense. I’ve never come that hard in my life.”

“Same.” Trav kisses my neck before rolling off of me onto his side. “It felt good?”

“Better than good. Fucking life-changing. You?”

“Life-changing about covers it.”

We stare at each other for several minutes, saying nothing, but words aren’t necessary. Tomorrow morning is gonna suck.

How do I say goodbye to him again?

THIRTY-FOUR

SHOW

I clench my eyes closed a little harder, hoping that if I ignore the morning light streaming in through Beau’s bedroom windows it’ll somehow make it go away and it can still be last night instead. And, fuck, last night was… everything. I’m going to be replaying the sound of Beau’s moans and the feeling of his hard body moving underneath me as we both fell apart for the rest of my life.

His body is still pressed up against mine, just like it has been all night, wrapped around me from behind, his chest rising and falling in a slow, soothing rhythm against my back. I want this so bad—to just stay here with Beau, to wake up with him every morning and go to sleep with him every night, to do our workouts together and watch episodes of Sin City Cars at night. I want to cook dinner together and plan our off time together. I want a life with Beau, and I fucking hate that I have to wait until we both retire for it to start.

“You’re thinking way too hard for whatever time it is,” he mumbles in a sleep rough voice, tightening his arms around me and nuzzling the nape of my neck. The soft hairs of his beard tickle my skin and my cock twitches lazily at the warm feeling of his mouth against me.

“Just the same shit I’ve been thinking about since you got traded.”

He makes a grumbling sound of understanding in his throat, but doesn’t comment on it. What is there to say? It’s not like there’s anything we can do other than learn to deal with it.

“What time is it, actually?” he asks after a few seconds of loaded silence. “Do we have time for breakfast before you have to get back to the hotel to catch the team bus?”

I reluctantly pry my eyes open. The bottle of lube is still sitting on the nightstand as a pleasant reminder of what we did last night, and our clothes are scattered all over the floor. I grab my phone and check the time.

“We’ve got a little while. Enough for breakfast, anyway.” Not enough time for anything else, not as much as either of us want, but I think that goes without saying at this point.