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Tommy’s eyes roll as soon as he spots me bounding towards him. He’s wearing one of his sweaters and some ridiculously expensive jeans. His shoulder length hair is somehow perfect and casual all at once, and his skin doesn’t have a single flaw, as per usual. His green eyes are painted with a thin brown swoop of eyeliner that makes them bigger. Tommy’s a model, and just by looking at him, it’s obvious.
“I’m fine,” he sighs, folding his arms over his chest. “I’ve been called way worse than your girlfriend before, you over dramatic goof.”
Not around me he hasn’t.
“I’m allowed to check on you,” I grumble, taking the empty seat at his side, ignoring the crowd around us. Changing the subject, I tell him, “Tonight’s the night, you know?”
He chuckles. “I know, you’ve told me countless times.”
“I’m actually doing it,” I add, as if he doesn’t know.
“I know,” he repeats. “Are you nervous?”
I give him a puzzled look. After a beat, we both erupt into a fit of laughter. Liam Hawkins doesn’t getnervous.
“I’ll drive you home,” I offer. “I’d say you could come over, but… you know.”
Tommy snorts. “Yeah, I know.” He lowers his voice, moving closer for privacy. “He’ll love it, you know? You’re perfect for him, and you’ll make him see it. And then in a year, I’ll be your flower boy at your big fancy wedding.”
I lower my voice as well. “Flower boy? You’re my goddamn best man, Tommy.”
He smirks. “I know that too. I just wanted to hear you say it.”
I shake my head, grinning like an idiot. “Let’s get out of here, man.”
He’s more than happy to agree.
Chapter 2
Liam
Jonathan is already home when I pull into the driveway. With the college being so close, neither of us thought that putting me in the dorms would have any purpose. So we live together, like a couple of strangely put-together roommates. It works though, and it will work even better after tonight. After I make Jonathan fully aware of just how close wereallyare. And how close we will continue to be. God, it’s going to be beautiful.
Jumping out of my Jeep and locking it behind me, I hustle into the house to get clean. I’m going to have Jonathan melting for me, and I can’t do that smelling like a dugout. Well, I probably could, but I don’t want to.
Judging by the empty rooms as I head for the stairs, Jonathan is already in his bedroom, probably doing what I’m about to do. I’ll have to try not to think about him getting all soapy and wet while I do the same. I refuse to get off by my own hand today, I’m saving every drop of cum for him. I’m going to paint him with it.
It’s difficult to keep him out of my mind, but I manage to ignore my dick and wash up. Throwing on a short pair of swim trunks, I head downstairs with wet brown hair dangling between my eyes. Jonathan is in the kitchen, fidgeting with the blender when he spots me. Dressed in casual jeans and a white t-shirt, he can’t hide the way his eyes widen and then flicker down my body, absorbing all of the exposed skin I’ve put on display for him. I smirk, watching him whip his head back to the smoothie ingredients on the counter in front of him. He’s too easy.
“Dinner?” I question casually. “Not exactly a game day meal, coach.”
He sighs and shakes his head, throwing some fruit into the glass cylinder. “Not dinner. It’s only 3pm. I have steak for later.”
Looks like I’ll need to move my plans up a bit then. Sounds good to me. I have no problem working up more of an appetite beforehand.
Ugly crushing noises sound until the concoction is made and he’s sliding me a glass. “Going for a swim?” he asks, nodding to my suit.
“Yeah.” I shrug, taking a sip of the strawberry protein blend he’s made. “You going to come out too?”
“Gotta answer a couple of emails,” he tells me, looking toward his laptop. It’s sitting on the counter that faces toward our back window. The window that offers a perfect view of the pool.Oh this is just too good to be true.
“Have fun with that,” I say, chugging the rest of the drink. Dropping the glass into the sink after rinsing it out, I head for the back door.
My feet hit the cement patio, and I stretch my arms above my head, waiting to feel his eyes on my back. When the familiar touch of his gaze hits me, I thumb the band of my shorts. They tumble to the floor, and my head rolls casually, giving him a minute to ogle my bare body from behind. I know he’s shocked, probably telling himself to look away. I’ve never swam naked to his knowledge, not in the daylight and on full display with such a close distance separating us.
First time for everything though, isn’t there?
I take a short dip in the pool, purposely gliding around the top of the water, knowing that he won’t look away. He can’t bring himself to. Forgoing a towel, I lift myself from the in-ground structure. My cock bobs with the movement of my body, and salt water drips down every inch of me.
