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“Well, yeah. I wasn’t going to jerk off on my teammate’s couch.”

“Jesus Christ,” Nolan said on a half laugh, half groan. He dropped his forehead onto Eli’s sternum again. “What am I going to do with you, Eli?”

“Blow me, hopefully.”

Nolan pushed himself onto his knees and unzipped Eli’s jeans. “Got any other pointless stories you want to share with me?”

“Sure. I was in Ottawa on a short trip with some friends once, and we were going to fly to Toronto for the next leg of our trip, but we ended up renting a car instead.”

Nolan laughed again. He hadn’t expected to have this much fun having sex with Eli, but he should have. Eli was too smart for his own good and wicked intelligent, but he also knew when to take things seriously and when to let go and have fun.

Nolan pulled the jeans off Eli’s legs, leaving him in boxer briefs, a very hard erection, the scar on his knee from his fall off a scooter in San Francisco that he’d once told Nolan about, and a lot of freckles. They weren’t confined to his upper body, and at some point in the next few hours, when Nolan’s brain wasn’t so fuzzy with lust, he was going to spend time mapping them.

“Tell me another one,” he said.

Eli’s chuckle was more of a pant as Nolan lowered the underwear to his thighs. “Um . . .” Eli gulped.

So did Nolan. Eli’s erection was thick and red and a bead of precome pearled at the tip.

Nolan gently ran his fingertips over it just to see what would happen.

“Fuck,” Eli said on a harsh breath. “Don’t tease me.”

“I would never,” Nolan murmured, ducking down until he was eye level with Eli’s crotch. “Tell me another story.”

“Fuck. Um . . .” A beautiful flush crept up Eli’s chest. “I once crashed my bike into a cow. Hurt like a son of a bitch.”

Nolan licked up the underside of Eli’s cock, then took him into his mouth.

“Oh, fuck, Nole. Fuck. I lost my wallet in the Mississippi River when I was seventeen,” Eli said unprompted.

Nolan pulled off him. “How’d you manage that?”

“I’m still not sure. Christ, Nolan, suck me, will you? Or fuck me. Or both.” A pause, then, “Not at the same time, obviously.”

“Obviously,” Nolan repeated, laughing. He crawled back up Eli’s body and kissed him.

In a quick move, Eli flipped them over and grinned down at him. He rose onto his knees, then rolled off the couch with “Don’t go anywhere” tossed over his shoulder as he raced upstairs.

There were freckles on his ass. Nolan let out a laugh and scrubbed both hands over his face.

Eli returned thirty seconds later with lube and a condom, which he raised in the air as though they were the Stanley Cup of carnal supplies.

Nolan raised an eyebrow. “Good thinking.”

“I know.” Eli crawled back over to him, his erection jutting out proudly. He waggled the lube . . . and his eyebrows. “Gonna put it to good use?”

Nolan grabbed it, heaved himself to sitting, and tumbled a laughing Eli onto his back. “You know, I think I can see the merits of this mountain-sized couch now.”

“Right?”

A few minutes later, seated deep inside Eli’s body, Nolan forgot about couches and random stories with no point that somehow revealed more than Eli no doubt thought.

So maybe they had a point after all, even if Eli didn’t know it.

“God, yes,” Eli cried beneath him with his head thrown back.

He was gorgeous with the heightened color darkening his skin and his mouth open as he panted. Nolan wanted to watch him come, but bolts of lightning traveled up and down his spine, and he couldn’t hold himself up. He tucked his face in Eli’s neck and pumped his hips, aiming for Eli’s gland.