Chapter 21
CALLUM
We took a break from going through our statements to give Grandpa and Jos an abbreviated version of the truth that left a bunch of things out.
We told them Shoemark wanted me to throw a future game, and had been arrested, full stop.
Nothing about the past, or the process we’d taken to get there.
Jos took the explanation at face value, yawning his way up to bed.
Grandpa had given me a look that said he knew I was leaving a shit-ton out, but he didn’t challenge me.
He was tucked away in Zeke’s ground-floor mother-in-law suite, since the GREC cops had obtained a warrant to search Uncle Wayne’s room and common spaces in Grandpa’s house.
The gaming cops were really hot under the collar about Shoemark, not even willing to leave the search till morning. I wondered what he’d done. Wasn’t sure I wanted to know, since it made me anxious after the fact.
Two a.m. had come and gone before we were finished answering questions. Once the cops had all left, finally, Zeke and I climbed the stairs to his room, avoiding the Mr. Yuck step with an exchange of glances.
Zeke looked over at me as he locked the bedroom door. “I hate to say it, but my enthusiasm for suit porn has worn off.”
“Oh.” I stopped with my hands on my jacket buttons.
I should’ve been exhausted, between the game and all the excitement, but something still buzzed under my skin.
I’d been hoping sex would take the edge off.
But Zeke had a right not to be in the mood.
“Sure. We should get some sleep. Or I could use my old bedroom—”
“Hush.” Zeke grabbed my tie, pulled me down, and kissed me. “I just said suit porn. I want you naked in a bed with me, plain and simple. Is that okay?”
“Very okay.” I returned to taking off my jacket and shirt, then my slacks, slinging them over his chair at random. Wrinkles would be the cleaners’ problem.
Zeke had worn jeans and a sweatshirt, so he was naked first. I paused with my briefs still on to look him over.
Damn, the man was just… perfect. Not in a porn way.
I worked with professional athletes and saw more abs in the showers than any gay porno.
Zeke wasn’t ripped like that, but he carried solid muscle with a casual confidence that was sexy as hell.
Dark curls furred Zeke’s chest, even thicker than my ginger pelt, and his dick rose out of neatly trimmed pubes.
The tufts of hair under his arms made me want to shove my face in there and take a deep breath.
He’d been half-hard when he stripped, but now, watching me watch him, his dick began rising, erect and eager.
I grinned. “Fuck, I like that just looking at me makes you hard.”
“Take off those briefs and show me yours.”
“Ooh, show and tell.” Truthfully, I was a bit behind him, but dragging the elastic of my waistband down my shaft helped speed things up. I tossed my underwear on the chair and jacked myself a couple of times, my eyes on Zeke.
He stripped the covers down the bed in one fast move. “Come over here.”
I ignored the bed to go to Zeke and plaster myself against him. He kissed me, his hands gripping my ass, his chest warm against mine. “Hey, there,” he murmured. “Bed?”
“Sure.”
We lay down together, face-to-face, and he ran his hands over me, shoulders, arms, pecs, stomach. I caught one of those wandering hands and nipped his thumb. “What do you want?”
“Whatever you do. Do you want to lie back and let me take care of you? I’d fuck you, even, if you’re into that?”
“I don’t usually,” I said, which was more diplomatic than fuck, no. I’d bottomed, twice, and it was not for me. Felt weird as hell. “Can I top you?”
“I haven’t prepped.”
“I’m not prissy about it, if you’re good to go.”
“Then absolutely. I’d love that.”
The buzz that had been running through me gathered as heat in my groin. My cock jerked happily. “Great.”
“How do you want me?”
I’d already had Zeke’s fine ass more than once by now, but always from behind. That view was hot as hell, but tonight… “On your back?”
Zeke met my gaze and smiled. Something warm and welcoming built in his eyes, until I had to duck my head, feeling more naked than when I’d stripped off my underwear. He rolled to his back and raised his knees, sliding his feet apart. “All yours.”
I climbed over to get between his legs, but I had to start by kissing him, collapsed down over him, my mouth on his, my body mashing him into the mattress. He wrapped his legs around my hips and kissed me back. After a long, wild, passionate time, I heard him murmur, “Hey. Hey, Callum.”
The sound of his voice brought me back to realize I’d been clinging to him and grinding down like I wanted to merge us together, while I basically ate his face. I pushed up on my arms to look at him.
His lips were reddened, his chin damp, his jaw a little chafed from my stubble. He raised a hand to my cheek. “Are you okay? Not that I’m complaining, but wow, you seem a bit intense.” He stroked my lower lip with his thumb.
“I love you,” I said. Then panic gripped me. Too much. Too soon. I froze.
“I love you too,” he told me. “Every hot-headed, red-furred, open-hearted, brilliant inch of you.” He held my gaze, his eyes steady and warm, till I had to believe him. I relaxed, slumping over him, and he kissed my temple. “Yeah. There you are. You still want to fuck me, or just make out?”
“I love you,” I repeated, “and I plan to give you all of my brilliant inches.”
He chuckled. “Big talk. Do it.” Reaching awkwardly into the bedside drawer, he snagged the lube and passed it to me.
“Can I prep you now?”
“Please.” He spread his legs farther apart as I scooted down the bed.
I flicked open the bottle cap, squirted a glob of lube on my palm, and paused to scrunch forward and bury my face in his belly, then lower. His sweat and musk filled my senses. He stroked my hair, and I inhaled deeply, then sat back. “Gonna make you feel so good.”
“Already do.” He stuffed another pillow under his shoulders so he could see me better.
I gave his cock one long, lubed glide of my fist, then slipped my fingers behind his balls and into the shadows of his crack. Working by touch, I found the tight furl of his asshole and rubbed it with a fingertip.
“Mmm,” he said. “Wait. Pillow.” He worked one under his hips, tilting his ass up toward me.
Now, when he planted his feet wide, I got a hell of a view. Zeke Evans splayed out for me, thighs and belly, cock and balls and hole all on display. Nothing polished, nothing sculpted, all real muscles and hair and male body parts.
“If I’d seen a picture of this as a teen,” I said, “I’d have sprained my wrist jerking off.”
Zeke chuckled. “Is that your way of saying I’m hot?”
“Like fire.”
His hole glistened from the lube I’d worked down there, but now I had room, I added more, swirling my fingers over his pucker and around his balls, up his cock and back down.
His chest heaved in a rapid breath. “Quit teasing and get in me.”
Some other time, I’d tease him till he couldn’t stand any more, but tonight, it was late, and I wanted him too much to go slowly. I pushed one finger in deep. He took it easily, and when I crooked my finger and stroked the right spot, he grunted and a thread of precum dripped from his slit.
“Yeah, there.” He curled his hips higher for me. “Fuck me. I like a bit of a burn.”
I pulled my finger out, scooped a bunch of lube, and went back with two long enough to slick him up, then knelt higher. “Condom?”
“Dig one out of the box.” He pointed into the drawer.
“I thought you were Mr. Prepared Scout.” I leaned over him, my dick tracing damp, sticky trails across his belly.
He reached between us as I fumbled with the box and wrapped his hand around my shaft, stroking slowly.
“Got it.” I extracted a condom and sat back, shuddering at how good it felt to pull myself through his tight grip and out.
One rip of the condom wrapper, and I sheathed my cock without fumbling, despite lubey fingers.
I added more slick to the condom, then braced a hand on his thigh and guided myself with the other.
We both grunted as my cockhead breached his tight ass. Hot pressure clamped down on me. I pushed in an inch, one more. “Unclench,” I suggested, working against the vise of his inner muscles.
Zeke huffed a breath. “Pull out a sec, change the angle.”
I sat back and he messed with the pillow under his hips, folding it. I watched his thigh muscles bunch, his softened dick refill and harden, his hands as he positioned his ass… “It’s so fucking hot, watching you give yourself to me.”
“Fuck me then, babe.”
I got in position, eased myself to his opening, and sank deep, drawing a groan from Zeke. “Hell, yeah.” I eased back an inch, then pushed forward, slow and steady and hard.
Zeke panted as I sheathed myself to the hilt inside him, my pubes against his ass.
There I paused, looking down at the sight of my cock plunged all the way inside Zeke Evans, his hole straining tight around me. “Look at you.”
Zeke gave a breathless laugh. “I’m not doing crunches to stare at my asshole. Fuck me good, cowboy.”
“Just for that.” I grabbed his hips and eased halfway out, thrust home hard.
“Ah! Yeah.”
Again… Again… I tried to keep the rhythm slow and even, the motions deep, but Zeke writhed and groaned, grabbing for his dick as I fucked him.
He jacked himself, his jaw dropped open, face flushed.
Watching him lit up my insides like a firecracker.
Things got fast and hard and messy, and to hell with slow.
I fucked him over and over, holding him still while I drove every hot, hard inch of me up inside him.
Now, and now, and faster, harder, nownownow— “Tell me you’re close,” I begged, sweat damp on my face. “God, tell me.”
“So close. Don’t stop. Don’t aah…!” Spunk shot from Zeke’s cock and dripped through his fingers, turning the pumping of his hand to a slurping, liquidy—
“Jesus!” I jammed myself into Zeke so hard I was halfway to his throat and came deep inside him, shaken and blinded by the force of that pleasure, clinging to his hips to keep myself anchored in space.
“Oh God.” Aftershocks shuddered through me.
I sucked air between clenched teeth, teetering on that perfect high, every nerve on fire.
Then the pleasure ebbed, slipping down bit by bit into a warm, mellow, comfortable place.
I sagged forward and Zeke caught me, guiding me down against him as his legs slipped away from my hips. His cum was sticky between us, but I was too far gone to care. I laid my head on his shoulder, turning just enough to kiss his bare skin. “Fuck, that was good.”
“Yeah.” He cupped my head against him. “So good.”
“Someone once told me ‘I love you’ doesn’t mean anything if you say it during sex.”
Zeke stiffened under me. “Is that what you believe?”
“No!” I bit his shoulder where I’d kissed it, hard enough to leave a red mark. “I really meant it. I don’t want you to think I was just fucking around.”
“Ah.” He relaxed again. “I meant it too.”
“I’m not sure I’m ready to be fully out-out.” Although honestly, I’d been most worried about management finding out and putting a checkmark in the “points against” column. Coach knew, so management would too. The public could get fucked. “Or maybe I am.”
“Shh.” Zeke kissed my hair. “No rush. You have time to think it through.”
“And Smith. What happens next?”
“Jesus. You just fucked me into a puddle of goo. Literally and figuratively. Can we clean up and sleep and worry about it tomorrow?” He wrapped his arms around me, huffing a breath as my dick slipped out of him.
I needed to deal with the condom, and get us a cloth and clean us up, and yeah, sleep would’ve been good.
But for a long time, I lay there, clinging to Zeke, the two of us smooshed into a sticky, melded blob, while the boundaries where I ended and he began were wonderfully obliterated.
I’d never planned to let anyone get close to me, but Zeke was deep under my skin and in my heart, and I loved it. And him.