Chapter 21
CHAPTER
TWENTY-ONE
They barely made it through the door before Chester was unbuttoning Garrett’s shirt. Chester smoothed his palms across the curve of his pecs and raked his nails over his nipples. His skin was hot, and his muscles hard. And from the moment Chester had seen him with his teammates on his security monitor in his office, he’d have done anything to get his hands on him. He didn’t care what they did.
Only that they were together. Naked.
Garrett sucked in a breath, dragging Chester’s hips closer. Their lips met and clashed as if air was no longer important. He nipped at Garrett’s jaw and kissed along his neck, tasting the dip between his collarbones and lower as he knelt, undoing Garrett’s belt and pants and shoving them down.
Garrett’s cock sprung free, and Chester caught it on his tongue. He licked around the head before taking him deeper. Garrett muttered a curse as his fingers slid through Chester’s hair, but he didn’t grip and take control. Chester glanced up and was unsurprised to find him watching. He drew back enough, so the head rested on his lower lip, then he flicked his tongue over the slit before standing back up.
Garrett wrapped his hand around the back of Chester’s neck and kissed him hard. Chester groaned, his heart beating hard. All he wanted to do was grind up against Garrett. Keep him up against the wall. But bits of metal from zips and buckles kept catching on his skin.
If they didn’t head upstairs now, they’d never make it. He pulled away. “Come on.” He grabbed Garrett’s hand and led him upstairs. Once through the bedroom door, Garrett kicked off his shoes and shed his pants and underwear. Even in the ambient light, with the deeper shadows, he was hot as fuck. Every curve was a valley Chester wanted to explore.
That he needed to taste.
He had his own shirt off before Garrett had his hands on him again and was pulling him close, alternating between grinding against him and tugging on his pants. Between the two of them, he got undressed, though it took twice as long as it should’ve.
He backed Garrett up against the bed, until he sat, which Garrett took as an invitation to suck on his dick… and delightful as that was, that wasn’t the plan for tonight.
Garrett released his cock with a last lick, looking up at him expectantly. For a couple of heartbeats, Chester wasn’t sure if he wanted to do the fucking or be fucked because both were so tempting.
He gave Garrett a little push until he tipped backward and lay on his back, spread before him. He moved over him, kissing and licking. Wrapping his fingers around Garrett’s thick cock, he gave it a stroke.
Garrett lifted his hips. “Are you going to tease me all night?”
“As fun as that would be, I want you.”
“You can have me. I’m here at your mercy.” His fingers pressed into Chester’s glutes as if to draw him closer.
Chester gave in with a smile. He rocked his hips, dragging his cock against Garrett’s belly. “Is that what you want?”
Garrett closed his eyes. His teeth pressed into his lower lip as he moved, grinding against him. He shook his head. “No.”
Chester licked a line up Garrett’s throat and whispered in his ear. “What do you want?”
“I want you to fuck me.” Garrett opened his eyes. “You still want to?”
“Yeah, I want to.” He couldn’t remember the last time he’d topped. It had been before Michael. “And I know you want to rush.”
Garrett laughed. “I am trying not to. But I’ve been waiting… Ever since you ate my ass, that’s all I can think about.”
“I thought you were worried about getting into those tight gold pants.”
“I think the incentive helped.”
Chester shifted against him. “Just doing my bit for the team.”
“Mmm… I don’t think I’ll tell anyone about my extra training.” He meant the sex, but it was another reminder that all of this was a secret. It shouldn’t be. He should’ve been able to say who he was going home with.
Chester lifted off him and grabbed the condom and lube from the bedside table. “Get on your knees.”
“My knees?”
“It’ll be easier for you.”
Garrett had propped himself up on one elbow. “I can’t kiss you or watch you if I’m on my knees… and it… it’s kind of impersonal.”
“One too many hookups where you never saw their face?”
Garrett gave a sharp jerk of his head.
“Well, you would look glorious riding my dick, but I don’t think you’re quite there.” He ripped open the condom packet and rolled it on. “Lie on your back and shove a pillow under your hips.”
If it had been a while for him, it had been longer for Garrett. And while Chester preferred to bottom most of the time, he did like topping as an option.
Garrett made himself comfortable. “Like this?”
Chester’s gaze skimmed over him, and it was far too easy to imagine Garrett in his bed on a permanent basis. He dropped the lube on the bed and leaned down to kiss him. “You need to tell me if it’s uncomfortable.”
“I will.”
“Uncomfortable for a normal human being, not uncomfortable for a football player.”
Garrett grinned. “I understand the difference between pain and discomfort.”
Chester considered him for a moment. As much as he was trying to go slow and give Garrett plenty of chances to tap out, or change his mind, at the end of the day, Garrett needed to make his own decisions, and Chester couldn’t make them for him. “Okay.”
He nudged Garrett’s legs apart, his hands brushing over the hair on his thighs, then higher to caress his sac. His fingers swept over Garrett’s hole, remembering how much he’d liked to be rimmed.
The idea of Garrett begging and squirming for more was very tempting.
“That’s an evil smile.”
Chester picked up the lube, slicking his fingers while Garrett watched. “I was wondering if I should wait until you’re begging again. Because I do like the sound of your desperate pleas.”
Garrett grunted. “One day I’m gonna make you beg.”
“I hope so… I’ll put it on the menu.” His fingers circled Garrett’s hole. He expected the initial tightening but didn’t relent. He just kept teasing as if they had all the time in the world. They certainly had all night. He could drop Garrett at the hotel in the morning. It was already late, so there was no point in him leaving tonight.
Besides, he didn’t want him to leave.
He wanted to find out what it was like to wake up with him. Was he a morning person, or was he cranky and in need of a coffee? Or was that just him?
“We should talk about the menu,” Garrett said, with only the slightest hitch in his voice.
“You should book the venue.” He leaned in and licked the length of Garrett’s cock. He tasted of soap and sex.
Of course, he’d showered after the game. What did he smell like after the game when he was sweaty? One of those guys who smelt good and tasted better? Or one of the rank ones who should shower immediately? He’d dated both kinds and was hoping for the former.
Garrett bent his knees, planted his feet on the bed, and lifted his hips, thrusting into Chester’s mouth.
Chester released him and pressed his other hand to Garrett’s hip, giving the illusion of holding him in place. Chester was sure it would take Garrett very little effort to throw him off if he really wanted to, but he didn’t. Instead, Garrett tipped his head back, his fingers clawing at the sheets.
Chester didn’t think he’d ever tire of watching him. Especially when Garrett was trying not to ask for more. He pressed his fingers more firmly against the now hungry hole that was eagerly opening for him. But he didn’t offer the relief of a finger.
“Please.” Garrett’s voice was breathy.
“Since you asked so nicely.” He tongued Garrett’s balls, knowing that wasn’t what he wanted. His hips rocked gently against Chesters’s hand as if trying to make the finger accidentally slide in. Chester let him have the win.
Garrett inhaled and went still, but Chester didn’t give him a moment to recover. He wanted him melting and begging and groaning. He fucked him slowly with one finger, then added a second and curled them, rubbing over his prostate. Garrett’s grip on the sheets tightened.
“I don’t want you to come till I’m fucking you.”
“Then you shouldn’t talk like that while you’re doing that,” Garrett gritted out.
Chester leaned over and licked the spilled pre-cum. “You’re so pretty when you're desperate.”
“No one… has called me…” He gasped, and his hips jerked. “Pretty before.”
Probably because Garrett never let anyone see him like this, with his walls down. He wanted to be in him. Garrett was right. It was better like this, so he could watch his face.
He pulled his fingers free, and slicked his cock, and then added some more lube to Garrett’s hole, taking a moment to tease the rim, dipping in and out with his fingers without going too far. His gaze flicked between Garrett’s face and the way he was lifting his butt, offering himself, silently begging.
Chester supported himself with one hand as he held his cock against Garrett’s hole.
Garrett’s legs lifted, wrapping around his hips, and Chester had no doubt that he could use his leg strength to get what he wanted. Garrett watched him with dark eyes, his chest rising with each rapid breath.
“If you don’t fuck me now, I’m gonna flip you over and attempt to ride your dick myself.”
Chester pressed into him, slowly. Garrett’s back arched, and his ass clenched around Chester’s dick. He paused, waiting for Garrett to relax.
“You need to breathe, honey, or we aren’t going anywhere.”
“I’m trying.” Garrett closed his eyes as if he could force his ass to unclench. “Just keep going.”
“No. How about you unlock your legs and hold them open for me?”
“Or how about I get on my hands and knees like you said?”
“You can do that… or we can do something else.” He rocked back, pulling out of Garrett’s ass, which was the last thing he wanted to do.
“I want this, I want you.” He sat up, his fingers sweeping over the piercings beneath Chester’s collarbone, before pulling him in for a kiss. “It’s just been a really long time and…”
“And you weren’t sure if you liked it back then or not.”
“Neither of us had a clue what we were doing, and I might like it. I need to give myself a chance.”
“It’s okay not to like it.”
Garrett nodded, his lips brushing Chester’s. “Since I like your tongue and your fingers, I should like your dick.”
Chester smiled. “Logic doesn’t apply to sex. Now get on your hands and knees, so I can try again.”
Garrett turned over and offered his ass. Once again, Chester played with it, fingering his hole and then fucking him with his fingers. It was only when Garrett rocked back as though seeking more that he lined up his cock. This time he didn’t pause, as Garrett knew what to expect, and if he wanted to, he could pull away easily.
He didn’t. And he didn’t tighten up as Chester made shallow thrusts.
Chester kept caressing Garrett’s ass cheeks and his thighs, loving the way his muscles moved. “Better?”
“Different.”
Chester paused. “Different keep going or different stop?”
Garrett rocked backward. “Keep going.”
He wasn’t sure if that meant Garrett was tolerating it or enjoying it. He was enjoying fucking him. The heat of his channel; the way he moved.
Garrett dropped onto his elbows, as if trying to find the right position.
“You’re not feeling it.”
“I am definitely feeling it… I just don’t know if I’m gonna come like this.”
“How sad. I’ll just have to suck you off afterward.” He slid one hand beneath them to stroke Garrett’s still hard cock. “Or maybe you just need a little more.”
“Yeah.” He worked his hips, fucking Chester’s hand, and Chester let him set the rhythm, thrusting deep each time Garrett shifted back.
As the need to come tightened his balls, he didn’t try to draw their first time out. He let go with a groan, gripping Garrett’s hips to hold him still.
“Fuck…” Garrett dropped his head to the bed. “I was close.”
Chester took a breath and pulled out. “Give me ten seconds.”
In the ten seconds it took him to ditch the condom and wash his hands, Garrett had rolled onto his back and was stroking his cock. Chester kissed him and then took over, taking Garrett’s cock in his mouth. He slid his fingers beneath Garrett’s balls and massaged his taint.
Garrett didn’t last much more than another ten seconds, spilling onto his tongue with a groan. He swallowed and released him, working his way up Garrett’s body to kiss him.
“Sorry.” Garrett wrapped an arm around him, and Chester let himself be pulled down until he was lying on top of him.
“What for? For trying something?”
“When put like that…”
“That is how I am putting it.” Chester stared at him. “You wanted to try something, and I was very happy to oblige.”
Garrett smiled, his dimples deep shadows. “You’ve been obliging me a lot.”
“And I’m enjoying it.”
Garrett was exactly what he’d needed without even realizing. Perhaps Preston had a point about what he thought he wanted versus what he needed because he was struggling to find reasons why Garrett wasn’t what he wanted. Garrett was all he thought about. He’d watched an entire football game for the few minutes Garrett played.
“What’s that look for?” Garrett asked.
Chester smiled. “Nothing… just thinking.”
“About how to kick me out politely?”
That hadn’t crossed his mind. “About asking you to stay.” Would he? Or was that too much? The offer was out there now.
“I have to get up early, but I can make you breakfast?”
Chester laughed. “You only want me for my kitchen.”
Garrett rolled onto his side, taking Chester with him, tangling their legs. “I was playing a long game for your stove?—”
Chester claimed his lips, and for a few minutes it was far too easy to imagine Garrett living there. Sleeping in his bed and making breakfast. For this to become their normal… not an aberration.
Garrett’s nose brushed against his. “I’m probably rushing, or doing this wrong, but I like you a lot. I want to keep seeing you, and I know you don’t want to hide, and neither do I. I want to hold your hand in public. Addy and Cal are dating, and they didn’t announce it or anything. Maybe… maybe we can do that at the end of the season.”
“Are you asking me to be your boyfriend?”
Garrett was quiet for several seconds. “Only if you’re going to say yes.”
“Are you allowed to do that?”
“Addy and Cal are the quarterbacks. If they can, I can.”
“I know who they are.” It was hard not to. “I meant because of the other issue.” If it was just them, and it wasn’t anything else to consider, then it would be easier. But because of the potential scandal, this situation was a little more delicate.
“By then, it shouldn’t be a problem.”
“So you’re no longer freaking out that they’ll kick you off the team for being gay?”
“This team won’t.”
“Well, if you’re going to be my boyfriend, you need to be here, so you’d better be the best damn punter the Troopers have ever seen.”
“So you’re saying yes to being my boyfriend?”
Chester nodded his head. “Yes. And we can figure the whole coming out thing as we go.”
“Are you sure?”
“I would much rather wait for you than not have you.” Which was the truth, and it was kind of terrifying, because he had slipped off the edge and fallen. He didn’t like Garrett. He loved him and couldn’t imagine a life without him, even though it had only been a few weeks.
Garrett brought an energy and fun Chester hadn’t felt in years. Garrett reminded him how to play, something he’d forgotten how to do when he’d realized how hard he needed to work to get out of the town and the situation he’d been born into.
“And I would much rather risk coming out than not having you. You make it all seem easy, like it’s not something I need to hide to be successful… but I have no idea what this looks like or how it works.”
“Neither do I. I guess we’ll make it up as we go.” They could, and would, take the adventure together. His lips curved as his heart did that little flip again. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt like this… Happy.