Chapter Twenty-Seven #2
“Not gonna lose me,” Kip said. Shit, Scott must have said that out loud.
Kip rose off his knees and climbed onto his lap, causing Scott to topple backward. Kip fell on top of him and kissed him. “Can’t believe you told your teammates,” he said. “And you told them about me?”
“Yup. Showed them a picture, even.”
“Shit. Really?”
“Mm. Wanted to make ’em jealous.”
Kip laughed and his nose wrinkled—it was so cute. Scott kissed him.
He rolled over, flipping them both so Kip was on his back. He kissed his way down Kip’s body, lingering at all his favorite spots.
Kip watched him, grinning, with his hands behind his head. “So what’s next?” he asked playfully.
“I’m going to fuck you,” Scott said, matter-of-factly.
“So soon?”
“Mm… Just give me a minute.” He kissed Kip’s belly, and Kip giggled.
“Your beard tickles,” he said. “I like it, though. It’s sexy.”
“Does it make me look like a hot lumberjack?”
“You remember that?” Kip laughed. “Man, I was trying to be smooth. Didn’t actually think there was a chance with you, but I had to at least let you know that I might be interested.”
“It worked,” Scott said, crawling back up to meet Kip’s lips. “Couldn’t stop thinking about you after you said that.”
“Glad I said it, then.”
They kissed and it was sweet and tender.
“I think it might be your turn,” Scott murmured.
“Mm. Yes, please.”
Scott reached for the lube that he kept in his nightstand and shuffled down the bed. He wrapped a slicked-up hand around Kip’s cock and stroked him as he watched his face change. The flirty little grin melted into a slack-jawed, blissful expression.
“I wanted you from the moment I laid eyes on you, you know that?” Scott said wistfully.
“Really? Wasn’t I asleep or something?”
“I thought you said you weren’t sleeping? Just resting your eyes?”
“I wasn’t. I, ah, just closed my eyes for a second. But I opened them, and I didn’t know who you were. Just thought you were really fucking hot.”
“And when you found out who I was, what did you think?”
“That there was no way I had a chance with you.”
Scott slicked up his fingers and started to gently work Kip open. Kip gasped at the first press of Scott’s fingers against his hole.
“When I came back the second time,” Scott said, “I thought maybe… I thought I caught you looking at me.”
“You definitely did.”
“And the third time,” Scott said, slowly pushing a finger inside, “when you were alone… I came up with a dumb excuse to stay. I don’t even know why. I just wanted to look at you.”
“God,” Kip said, his body squirming on the mattress. “Should have sat in your lap right then and kissed you.”
Scott’s stomach flipped, imagining it.
“What would you have done,” Kip asked, “if I had done that?”
“I don’t know. I would have been so…shocked. I don’t think I would have been very smooth. But…”
“But?”
“I’ll bet I would have kissed you back. At least for a second. I wouldn’t have been able to help it.”
“And then?”
“Then I probably would have run out of there.”
Kip closed his eyes and sighed as Scott added a second finger. “You would have come back.”
“Yeah,” Scott said softly. “I would have.”
“You invited me to that game. I still wouldn’t let myself believe that I had a shot with you.”
“I loved seeing you in the crowd.”
“I was fucking obsessed with you for a couple of weeks there,” Kip confessed. “I, uh… I jerked off a few times. Thinking of you.”
Fuck. Scott’s dick started to fill again. “What did you think about?”
“Imagined what it would be like to—” His words were cut off when Scott curled his fingers to stroke his prostate. “Ah, fuck. So good, Scott.”
“This what you imagined?” Scott asked, bolder as he became more aroused. “Or was it what I’m about to do? Burying myself inside you, fucking you as hard as I want because you can take it?”
“Yes.” Kip’s voice was high and wild. “Imagined you fucking me against a wall. Fuck, maybe at work. I don’t know. Just wanted to feel how strong you are.”
Scott sucked in a breath. “I thought of you too. On the road, when I didn’t even really know you. I wanted your dick in my mouth. I imagined what you’d sound like when you came. I imagined kissing your beautiful mouth. I wanted so much… Fuck. Okay.”
He opened a condom and got himself ready, then grabbed one of Kip’s legs and put his ankle on his shoulder and entered him as quickly as he dared.
Kip cried out, arched his back, and reached out for him. Scott leaned forward enough that Kip could touch his face and shoulders. Then he pulled back and rammed back into him.
“Yes! God, please,” Kip cried. “Just like that, sweetheart. So good.”
Scott fucked him hard and fast, and Kip gazed at him with so much love in his eyes.
“So good, Scott,” Kip said again. “So fucking good. Love you so much.”
Tears prickled Scott’s eyes, which was ridiculous. He felt so good and Kip was so wonderful and he was so happy…
“Touch yourself,” he said, slowing down a little. “Show me what you used to do when you thought about me.”
Kip grinned and started stroking himself. “Still do, sweetheart,” he said. “Can’t tell you how many times this week I did this.”
“Yeah,” Scott breathed.
“I wanna come,” Kip said, head rolling back on the pillow. “I’m so close.”
“Wanna see it. Gonna fuck you right through it.”
“Yes, oh fuck. Yeah, Scott. Fuck, I’m—”
“Come for me, baby. Come on. Show me.”
“Ah! Ah, fuck,” Kip cried, trembling and clenching around Scott’s dick. He slowed his hand as he came. The white strands fell on his stomach. Then Scott sped up his thrusts, suddenly desperate to come.
Kip was still clenching hard around him, and Scott was right on the edge, so fucking close. Just needed that push…
“Come on me, Hunter. Come on. Mess me up.”
Scott growled and pulled out and tore off the condom, barely in time to let his own release fall over Kip.
“Oh my god,” he panted, staring at the mess they’d both made on Kip’s stomach. “So fucking hot, Kip. I love you.”
“I love you. You’re amazing. Come here.” Kip pulled him down and kissed him.
They got cleaned up, and Scott made good on his promise to himself to cuddle Kip to death.
Kip settled into Scott’s arms and rested his head on his chest.
“You’re so comfy,” Kip murmured.
“Move in with me,” Scott blurted out. Oh god. He hadn’t meant to say that at all. Not so soon.
“What?”
“Move in with me,” he said again. “I want you to live here, not just stay over. I want this to be our home.”
Kip lifted his head. “You serious?”
“Yes.”
He didn’t say anything for a minute.
“Please,” Scott said, bracing himself for Kip’s rejection.
“Okay,” Kip said softly.
Scott beamed. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. I… Are you sure, though?”
“I’m very sure. I want to share everything with you, Kip. I want to do this for real.”
“All right then.”
Scott was giddy. “I can’t wait! I’ll set up one of the spare rooms as an office for you so you can study and do your work. I’ll get some bookshelves installed. How soon can you move in?”
Kip laughed. “I don’t know. Anytime, I guess. It’s not like I have much stuff to move.”
“We can decorate the place. Together. It’s always been kind of sparse.”
“I’d love that.”
The more Scott thought about it, the more excited he got. “We could have people over,” he said quietly. “Friends. I’ve never… I don’t really do that ever.”
“We could,” Kip agreed. “That would be nice.” He shifted so he was propped up on an elbow, looking up at Scott. “You sure you’re ready for what’s next?”
“Yes,” Scott said. “Are you?”
“Absolutely,” Kip said.