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Mikey’s hand came up to cup the side of my neck. “You could always come with me.”
These words hadn’t been tested. They were raw and real, but they were also impossible. “I can’t.” They were the hardest words I’ve ever said.
“I’m sorry,” I added in a near whisper.
He shot me a smile as fake as a dollar-store Santa. “Nope. Of course you can’t. I’m sorry for asking. I didn’t really mean it. You have football. I know how important it is to you. Giving it up for… this… would be ridiculous.”
Every cell in my body begged me to disagree with him, to tell him I didn’t want football if I couldn’t have him, too. But it wasn’t that easy. Football was everything. It had been everything for as long as I could remember. Football was how my father and I communicated, how I proved my worth to the world, how I made my friends and family proud. It was how I convinced myself that I was a hard worker, that I had dedication, drive, and commitment.
“Not ridiculous,” I finally said. “Just not… realistic. Not right now. But maybe we can figure out a way to make it work.”
“Maybe we can,” he said, leaning in to kiss me again.
By the time we finished our long stay at first base, I was itching to steal second.
“Take off your clothes,” I urged, moving onto my knees on the carpet in front of the sofa. “Want to suck you off.”
Mikey scrambled out of his shirt and jeans, revealing a tight little pair of navy-and-orange striped briefs. I chuckled. “I didn’t know you had Rigger undies. You’re full of surprises.”
“Santa brought them in my stocking last year. I’m not sure Santa knows any other colors besides navy and orange, to be honest.” He shucked the briefs down and dangled them by a finger before flinging them across the room with abandon. I was fully on board with his “fuck it” attitude, and my dick was beginning to think there was entirely too much chitchatting going on.
I sucked on the tip of his dick and watched for his reaction. His eyes rolled back in his head as he groaned and reached his fingers into my hair. “Holy fuck, you’re good at that,” he said on an inhale.
I pressed my palm against his bare stomach and pressed him back into the sofa while I moved my mouth up and down on his hard shaft. He was a mix of clean and musky, and I wanted to lick and suck him all over.
I pushed his knees up until his feet rested against the edge of the sofa cushion. My tongue continued teasing his dick while I reached blindly under the sofa for the bottle of lube we’d left there the night before after Sam had left. He’d come over to watch a Fast and Furious movie which meant I’d sat there watching hard, sexy bodies on screen for two hours while Mikey squirmed against my side. As soon as Sam had left, I’d pretty much gone feral all over Mikey’s person before fucking him loudly into the floor on his hands and knees.
I glanced down at his hole to see if it was still abused from the night before. As soon as I caught a glimpse of it behind his sac, I felt my dick scream against my blue jeans. Fucking pants.
The button was impossible to pop open while I was also trying to find the lube, so I gave up on my search, ripped opened my jeans, and then pushed Mikey’s knees to his chest to get a better look at his hole. It squeezed tight when I yanked him forward until his ass was also at the edge of the cushion. Mikey made a nervous, squeaky sound before covering his eyes with his hands. Streaks of flushed pink peeked out from behind his arms, all down his neck and onto his chest.
I told him how sexy he was, how much he drove me out of my mind with need, and then I leaned in and ran my tongue along his rim. The noise he made was carnal and raw, desperate. But he didn’t beg. I could tell he wasn’t completely comfortable with this yet, so I took my time, interspersing licks and teasing nips between words of wonder and appreciation.
When I opened him up farther with my tongue, he finally broke. “Please. Oh fucking god, that feels good. Don’t stop.” His words became slurred the more I sucked him with my mouth and jacked him with my hand. When I finally found the lube and pressed slick fingers inside him, he mumbled something about wanting to rim me, too, show me how good it felt.
Before he could finish his thought, I must have hit just the right spot because he cried out and came all over my hand and his front. Fuck, he was stunning. I could watch him take his pleasure all day, every day and still be happy.
