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“And the day is still young,” Jack said. “I hope you have supplies.”
Ed smirked and put a hand on Jack’s chest, nuzzling into this neck. “I have. I just didn’t know what… side… you like.”
Laughing, Jack rolled over and faced Ed. “Metaphorically, I’m mostly a top but like to bottom too.”
“That’s a metaphor?”
“Direct and to the point.” He winked. “Fine, I’m usually a quarterback who likes to pass to his tight ends. But I could easily be a receiver if the right person was passing. How about you?”
“I did tell you I was a tight end. But have been known to try my hand passing.”
“Perfect. No label for either of us.” Jack leaned forward and kissed the tip of Ed’s nose.
Ed ran his fingers lower and traced imaginary patterns just above Jack’s pubic hair. Jack had remained semihard, but these ministrations had him fully erect in seconds. “You need to let me catch first. I’ll be way too sensitive to handle you otherwise.”
Jack reached over and stroked Ed’s already hard again cock. “No problem—” His alarm sounded from the puddle of his clothes on the floor. “Okay, slight problem.”
Ed laughed and helped Jack locate his phone. “Marcus’s game?”
“Yeah. I promised to pick up Brittany too.” Jack shoved on his clothes.
“Where is he playing?”
“Jenkin’s Field on Fifth. I’ll need a few hours. Damn, I wish I didn’t have to leave you.” Wish you’d come out with me. Meet my friends. Call me your boyfriend.
Ed handed Jack his keys and wallet. “Yeah, I…. We have the rest of the weekend.”
“Uh-huh.” Jack nodded but didn’t look at him. “I’ll see you back here later, then.”
* * *
Jack couldn’t get rid of the slight disappointment as he picked up Brittany and made their way to Marcus’s game. He’d had an amazing time with Ed—that was enough.
It was.
Brittany flicked his ear. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”
He shrugged. “Who do you reckon will win?”
“Don’t let Marcus hear you ask that.”
He snorted. “You’re right. His team is the best, anyway.”
The parking lot was full, and finding a free space became a pain in the ass.
“There,” Brittany said, pointing down the line. “Behind the banged up Toyota.”
Jack slowed, trying to locate the free spot—
A familiar truck caught his eye, and Jack stepped on the brake, jerking them in their seats.
Brittany choked on a curse. “Past the Toyota.”
Jack gripped the wheel as he stared into the truck. That was definitely Ed hunched in the driver’s seat.
Jack’s throat tightened, and butterflies filled his belly. Ed had come to the game.
He fought the temptation to jump out of his Jeep and scramble into the truck. It’d only been an hour since he’d left Ed, but it felt like a week.
“Where did that goofy smile come from?” Brittany asked.
Jack released his foot on the brake and drove to the other end of the parking lot. Ed had come without telling Jack for a reason. Jack would let Ed figure this out on his own.
After they’d parked and found a free bench inside, Jack pulled out his phone, bouncing it on his knee as he waited for it to chime. The game started and Jack scoured the crowd, looking for Ed. Was he sitting somewhere else, debating how close he could get with all these fraternity boys around? Was he still in his car, fighting the panic to get out? Or had he given up and driven home?
“What the fuck?” Brittany screamed, just one in a chorus of Harrison fans. “Blatant foul that was, and he let it slide?”
Jack made more of an effort to focus on the game. Marcus flew across the field, all deft moves and quick reflexes. The ref kept picking on him, and Marcus looked like he struggled not to lose his shit.
His phone buzzed against his thigh, and Jack almost dropped it in his hurry to check it. He sucked in a breath at Ed’s name on the screen and swiped to read.
Ed: Enjoying the game?
Jack frowned at the screen, trying to figure out what that meant. Had Ed left, then?
Another message came in.
Ed: ’cause it doesn’t look like you are.
Jack’s heart hammered, and he snapped his head around. Ed was walking up the aisle, thumbing his phone. He looked up, and this time their gazes caught.
A nervous smile quirked at the edges of Ed’s mouth. He pressed something on his phone, and Jack’s buzzed again.
Ed: Can I sit with you?
Jack had purposely left enough room to shuffle over in case Ed found him, and he happily shoved his butt across the bench. Brittany raised a brow at him. “That’s cozier than I’m used to from you.”
He rolled his eyes, but there was nothing able to stop him grinning like an idiot. “Ed’s here,” he said under his breath. “Keep it easy, right?”
Brittany perked up, following Jack’s gaze to Ed approaching. She whistled low. “Damn, Jack. That’s a fine-looking man.”
