Chapter 35
Dmitri
Hours slip by and we finally collapse into his bed.
We cling to the wide, soft space while we still can—before the tour bus cramps us into bunks and prying ears.
Eric is touch-starved, practically vibrating with it, pressing himself closer like my hands are the only thing keeping him grounded.
I oblige without hesitation, reveling in the way he melts under my palms.
The mattress creaks softly in protest as our bodies shift, quiet grunts and heavy breaths weaving together in the dim room. His grip tightens on my shoulders while I cup his ass, guiding our hips in a steady roll.
“Clothes need to come off, now,” he gasps when his cock slots perfectly against mine, the layers between us doing nothing to dull the spark. We both groan at the grind, our hips finding that addictive rhythm again.
The thought that’s been circling since I saw the framed jerseys and faded medals in his room sharpens into something concrete. “Do you have any of your old uniforms?”
His grin unfurls wickedly as his eyes light with understanding. “Why? You wanna fuck me in my gear?”
“Yes,” I rasp, too far gone to pretend otherwise.
“Sorry to break it to you, baby, but I’m at least thirty pounds heavier than I was last time I wore a football uniform. Something tells me it wouldn’t be sexy watching me try to squeeze my ass into one.”
He laughs softly at my exaggerated pout, then worries his lip between his teeth, eyes drifting off to the side as a flush starts at the base of his neck and climbs slow.
“Oh, do go on” I drawl. “Whatever this thought is, I want to hear it.”
The shy version of him is lethal—head tilting down, cheeks heating until he finally forces himself to meet my gaze. “What about a, um…”
“A what, baby?” I coax, voice dropping lower as my fingertips stroke along his arm.
He swears quietly, the blush spreading fast to his face. “Ajockstrapinstead,” he mumbles all in one go, curling in on himself and pressing his forehead to my chest like he can hide there.
My brain catches up and my breath catches in a rough groan that vibrates between us. “Did you just offer to let me fuck you in a jockstrap? Because sign me the fuck up and get naked, baby.”
A blushing Eric climbs out of bed, and I deliver a sharp smack to his ass that blooms pink under my palm.
He shoots me a half-hearted glare over his shoulder, but I’m already bouncing on the mattress, stripping in frantic seconds until I’m bare.
I sprawl back against the pillows, hand wrapping firmly around my cock and stroking slowly.
“Hurry up,” I call impatiently.
He groans from somewhere inside the closet. “I cannot believe I offered to do this.”
“You've been in the closet long enough. Come on out!”
His head pops around the doorframe, and when he catches my grin, he rolls his eyes. “Oh, you're a funny guy now?”
“God, you’re so fucking adorable. You don’t have to be shy with me. Don't you remember that conversation we had on the bus ages ago?”
“I'm going to regret asking this, but… what conversation?”
My grin spreads. “About how I know how many ridges are in your asshole? I don't forget a damn thing, baby, and my knowledge has only grown. I can perfectly imitate your sweet little moan right before you come—”
“I do not have a sweet little moan,” he mutters, the words undercut by the reluctant smile I can hear in his voice.
“—and draw a map of the veins on that big, beautiful dick. Hell, I could pick out your balls from a lineup while only using my tongue. Shall I keep going?”
“Please don’t,” he groans, the sound caught between laughter and mortification as he lingers in the shadows of the closet.
“Your body is my fucking playground, and I love every inch of it. And do you know what I want right now?”
His sigh is deep and resigned, almost drowning the quiet “What?” that slips out after.
“I want to see that thick, needy cock trapped under that jockstrap and those elastic belts digging into that bubble butt while I fuck you. Can you do that for me?”
“Fuck, D,” he mutters again, head shaking as he exhales. “Can’t believe I’m doing this.”
“It was your idea!”
He finally steps fully into the room, skin glowing warm in the soft light, and every inch of him is a goddamn masterpiece.
Broad shoulders squared, brawny chest rising steady with each breath, powerful thighs shifting and flexing as he walks toward me.
Everything is perfectly framed—straps cutting into the round swell of his ass and cock thick behind the navy-blue pouch.
I can’t pick a favorite part. I just want all of him, right now.
“Get over here,” I pant.
The last of his hesitation vanishes as he sees me panting like a fucking dog with my dick in my hand. He swings a leg over me, straddling my waist as his mouth seeks mine. I push into him with one finger, then two, scissoring gently to loosen the tight grip of him around me.
“Goddamn, you are sexy,” I murmur into the kiss. “Fucking perfection.”
“Have you looked in the mirror lately?” he counters, half-laughing, half-breathless. “You’re so gorgeous it should be illegal.”
“Well, yes,” I concede, nipping his lip lightly, “but we’re talking about you.”
His laugh vibrates against my mouth until the third finger slides in and it fractures into a deep groan.
He rocks back onto my hand, chasing the stretch.
Teeth graze my lips, then bite down just enough to spark a low growl from my chest. When he finally breaks the kiss with a shaky moan, there's a fine tremor running through his thighs.
“Do I…” he begins, then cuts himself off, diving back in for another bruising kiss like he can bury the question.
I ease back, shaking my head with quiet insistence. “Do you…?”
He swallows thickly, eyes flicking over his shoulder to watch my fingers work in and out of him. When he looks back, uncertainty clouds his gaze. “Can I…” A sharp huff ruffles the hair falling into his eyes. “I don't know how all of this works.”
“How what works, baby?” I ask, and he pouts at the sudden pause in my movements. I grin just a little at his impatience and start again.
“Will I ever get to… Are you always a…”
Understanding dawns on me and I pause again. “A top?”
He can’t quite meet my eyes anymore as he nods. “Yeah.”
Guilt crashes over me in cold waves, twisting hard in my stomach as the realization hits.
I never gave him a real say. “Shit, Eric. We should’ve talked about this before I just…
fuck. You said you wanted it, and I made that comment on the rocks like it was fact.
That should've been a conversation instead of me making that decision for both of us. I’m an idiot—”
“Whoa, easy. Who’s spiraling this time?”
There isn’t a trace of anger or blame on his face, but it does nothing to quiet the voice calling me a selfish bastard inside my head. “I’m so sorry… I feel awful.”
“You shouldn’t,” he insists, lips brushing slow kisses along my jawline, each one soft and deliberate while his heavy breaths fan warm across my ear. “Every single thing we’ve done together has been mind-blowingly incredible. I wouldn’t change it for the world.”
“But you want to—”
“Fuck you?” he interrupts. “Yeah. But only if you want it, too.”
The words land like a spark straight to my core, igniting heat that races through me in unexpected waves. Surprise tangles with the arousal, because I’ve never let anyone get close enough to hand over that last piece of control. But this is Eric, and everything is different with him.
“I’ve never bottomed before—”
“You don’t have to,” he interjects quickly.
I speak louder, overriding the way he's trying to backpedal. “—but I'll do anything for you, baby. It’s not even a question.”
We’ve gone still, bodies paused in the middle of everything, and he rocks his hips in a small, frustrated push—seeking friction and reminding me we’re still connected.
“Wait… do you mean, like… now?” I ask, half-laughing at the sudden shift.
He laughs against my ear, loud and bright and completely infectious. “No, not right now, dummy. Right now, I need you inside me. Please.”
“What did I tell you?” I murmur, drawing him down into a long, sweet kiss. “You never have to beg for anything from me.”
I reach for the lube, slicking us both with quick, generous strokes before guiding him backward. The blunt pressure of my cock nudges against him, and he licks his lips and reaches to line us up with careful fingers.
My hands trail down his torso, pausing at his chest to slide my thumbs over the cool barbells piercing his nipples.
“Go slow, baby,” I mutter, teasing the sensitive peaks with gentle circles.
My head drops back against the mattress on a low groan as I slip inside him, his heat gripping tight and perfect.
He takes control in this position, with his knees planted on either side of my hips, and he sinks down inch by careful inch.
“Holy shit,” I groan, “you’re so tight.”
“Maybe you’re just hung like a horse,” he retorts. “Did you ever stop to consider that?”
He takes me deeper, breath coming heavier now, and I don’t bother hiding how my gaze locks on his cock twitching hard against the jockstrap pouch, straining the fabric in the most obscene way.
This is pure fantasy made real—every filthy daydream playing out right in front of me.
“Sure know how to compliment a guy,” I rasp as he chuckles, palms planting firmly on my abs for leverage while he lowers himself the rest of the way. A rough curse rumbles from my throat as I give him a moment to adjust, feeling every flutter around me.
My hands slide around to grip the firm swell of his ass. “Ride me, baby. Bounce this dump truck on my cock.”
He bursts out laughing, and we hold each other’s eyes for a few shared breaths. His happiness is almost more than my heart can hold. Smiles from a dark soul like Eric’s don’t come easy. They’re rare, hard-won, and forged under pressure. But when he gives one, the whole damn world stops to notice.
I could lose hours tracing the curve of his lips, days memorizing the soft rise of his cheeks, and weeks drowning in the stars that spark in his eyes when they crinkle at the corners. Even carrying all that darkness, he shines so fucking bright it hurts in the best way.
He bites his lip, strong thighs flexing as he rises almost off me.
The slow pull draws matching groans before he drops back down, and my hands guide him, palms kneading the muscle as he lifts again.
We move in sync—my hips rising to meet his descent, his tight heat pulling me deeper with every stroke.
He surprises me with a swivel of his hips, dragging the length of his cock along my stomach before curving in a way that lights me up from the inside.
“Fuck, Eric,” I gasp when he does it again, flashing me a triumphant grin.
His big, broad frame rolls over me like a sidewinder, smooth and sinuous, with every motion unraveling me further.
Who could have guessed his bulky body moves with the grace of a dancer?
Half lost in fierce concentration, half drowning in sheer pleasure, his face carries a flicker of amusement like he knows exactly how he’s unraveling me. When he slams down hard and impales himself fully on my cock, his ass bounces in my hands. Something inside me finally snaps.
“God, that’s it,” I groan. “Take my cock. You ride me so fucking good, don’t you?” He picks up speed, and the room fills with the wet, rhythmic slap of skin on skin and our heavy, shared exhales. “Bounce that ass and let me feel it.”
The flex of his thighs is almost as intoxicating as the impact—thick muscle bunching and releasing with every lift and drop.
He fucks me like he was born for it, riding with punishing power that steals my breath.
Each time he rises until only the tip remains inside him, the tight ring of muscle clenches around me, and then he crashes down, taking me to the hilt in one smooth, devastating stroke.
The headboard slams against the wall with a sharp crack, one corner of the sheets already torn free from the mattress. He drives harder, faster, the wooden banging growing louder and steadier as his hips force me deeper into the bed, hurtling me toward the edge.
My open palm cracks across his ass before my hands slide forward, cupping him through the dark fabric. “Look at that thick, leaking cock in that jockstrap. You're too fucking desperate to even take it off, aren't you?”
“Yes,” he groans, the word rough and wrecked as I slip my fingers inside the pouch, wrapping them tight around his shaft.
“Are you going to ruin more of your clothes for me?”
He nods frantically, hips jerking as a fresh burst of pre-cum soaks the front, darkening the material in a warm, spreading patch. I know he's teetering right on the edge with me.
“I need you to get there,” I pant, my balls drawing up tight as I fight the rising tide. “I want to watch your cum seep through the fabric of that cup while mine fills your tight little hole.”
He shouts my name, cock pulsing hard in my grip.
Heat floods over my fingers as cum shoots into the jockstrap, soaking through in thick, sticky waves.
The first rhythmic squeeze of his ass around me rips a gasp from my throat, and I pound up into him relentlessly, chasing the peak until release crashes through me.
Every muscle curls taut as I call out, and he leans forward, mouth finding mine.
We swallow each other's broken cries, tongues tangling as we come together, bodies locked and trembling in the rush.
He collapses onto me, our kiss turning soft and lazy as the final aftershocks drain us completely. “God, you’re incredible,” I whisper against his lips, voice rough with leftover heat. “Everything about you. Do you know that?”
“Maybe not everything,” he murmurs, hiding his face in the curve of my neck. We groan together as my cock slips free.
“Everything.” I kiss his temple gently, thumbs hooking the straps and snapping one with a sharp crack. He yelps, hips twitching against mine. “Down to your pretty navy-blue panties.”
His laugh vibrates through his chest, head shaking as he presses closer. “Fuck’s sake, D. You’re ridiculous.”
“Ridiculously crazy for you, my little grump,” I say, grin spreading as I wrap my arms around him.
“Little?” He lifts his head, eyebrow cocked in playful outrage. “What exactly is little about me?”
I keep my face deadpan, lips pressed flat. “It’s a God-given rule, sweetheart. If you have to ask…”
He throws his head back in a deep, surprised bellow of laughter, then burrows back into my chest, voice dropping to a whisper I strain to catch. “We’ll see who’s little when I split your ass in half.”
A shocked laugh bursts out of me. “What was that?”
His lips graze my throat, cheeks lifting in a smile I feel more than see. “Just said I love you.”
Right.
“I love you too.”