Chapter Seven #2
He threw his jeans and T-shirt back on. Scott, to Kip’s delight, wore only a towel around his waist as he ordered food on his phone.
It didn’t surprise Kip that Scott was very comfortable with his body; he had spent a lot of his life wearing nothing, or next to nothing, in locker rooms full of people.
“There’s a place nearby that makes amazing ravioli,” Scott said. “Sound good?”
“Perfect.”
Scott did eventually put some clothes on, and joined Kip on the couch to wait for the food.
“Hey,” Kip said, “are you going to that fancy Equinox Gala?”
Scott looked at him curiously. “Yes, I confirmed I would be there. Why?”
“Oh, just… I’m going too.”
“Working?”
“No! No, I… My friend invited me.”
“Oh!” Scott said. Then, “Oh god, I’m sorry, Kip. I shouldn’t have assumed—”
“Nah, it’s okay. I mean, obviously it’s weird for someone like me to be attending a gala like that. As a guest, I mean. But Elena—my friend, Elena—she works for Equinox and she wants me to be her date.”
“Is she the one you brought to the game?”
“Yeah. She’s my best friend. Really amazing person.”
Scott nodded.
An awkward silence fell. Kip couldn’t be sure what Scott was thinking about, but he was sure wishing he could be going as Scott’s date. He imagined dancing with him in that fancy ballroom, both dressed to the nines, cameras flashing…
The dream faded.
“Anyway,” Kip said, “I’ll be there.”
Scott was frowning and looking away. Kip waited for him to say the words Kip had known were coming, but dreaded hearing. This has been fun, but I don’t want you getting any ideas…
Instead, Scott stood and asked, “Would you like something to drink? A beer or something?”
“Sure,” Kip said, surprised but trying to act cool. “Yeah, a beer would be great. Anything.”
Scott nodded and went to the kitchen.
A weird tension had filled the room. Kip didn’t like it. What had he been thinking, bringing up an event they would both be attending in three weeks? It had been stupid. He shouldn’t have assumed…
Scott returned and handed Kip a cold bottle of beer. “You want a glass, or…”
“Nah, bottle’s fine.” Kip forced a smile. He watched Scott fiddle a bit with his own bottle, his face twisting.
“I’m, uh, I’m looking forward to seeing you all dressed up at that gala.” Scott gave Kip an adorably nervous smile.
Kip grinned back at him, relieved. “Yeah? I clean up real nice.”
“I don’t doubt it,” Scott said, sinking to one knee on the couch and leaning forward to kiss him. Kip sighed and kissed back. He wanted Scott to cover him. He wanted to feel the weight of him everywhere.
He leaned back until he was lying down, then gazed up at Scott expectantly.
“Come here,” he said.
Scott took Kip’s beer out of his hand and placed it on the glass coffee table next to his own. He lowered himself carefully—too carefully—to cover him with his giant body.
“I’m heavy.” Scott said it as if it would deter Kip from wanting to be absolutely smothered by him.
“I won’t break.” Kip wrapped an arm around his back to haul him closer.
When Scott settled his weight on him, Kip let out a whimper that would have been embarrassing, but he was too happy to care. Scott nipped at the sensitive skin of his neck, and Kip’s cock stiffened for the fourth goddamn time this afternoon. He moved his hips to press it against Scott’s thigh.
“God, Kip,” Scott moaned against his throat.
Then his phone buzzed.
“Food’s here,” Scott said with an apologetic smile. “I’ll be right back.”
He headed down to the lobby, and Kip was left reeling on the couch.
Kip had thought he had this thing figured out: Scott needed someone to have sex with who wouldn’t go to the press, or post online about it.
He, for whatever reason, seemed to feel he could trust Kip with his secret.
They would secretly hook up a few times, and then Scott would get back to being a giant superstar and Kip would go back to his sad joke of a life. Simple.
But, goddamn, it was not going to be easy to walk away from this when the time inevitably came.
They ate their ravioli on the couch, and Scott turned on the television to catch a bit of the Pittsburgh vs.
Boston game. It was interesting, watching hockey with Scott Hunter.
Sometimes he would hunch forward, focused and chewing thoughtfully.
Like he was working something out in his head.
Kip wondered what he was seeing on the screen.
What details he was noticing that almost no one else on earth would see.
“You’re playing in Boston this week, right?” Kip asked.
“Yeah. Thursday,” Scott said, his eyes still on the television. “We play in Philly on Tuesday.”
“And back here for Saturday?”
“Yeah. Montreal plays here on Saturday.”
“I’m, um, I’m not working on Saturday.”
There was a pause, and then Scott seemed to register what Kip had said. He turned his attention away from the television.
“Oh.”
“Yeah, I’m working Tuesday to Friday this week.”
“Okay.” His brow furrowed.
“I mean… I could maybe see if Maria wants to—”
“No! No, don’t. It’s silly, right?”
Kip shrugged. “If it’s important to you, I could switch shifts.”
Scott shook his head. “No, it’s…” He put his takeout container down on the coffee table, switched off the hockey game, and turned to face Kip. “We should probably talk.”
Kip’s heart sank. He braced himself for the words he had been unhappily anticipating since they’d first hooked up.
“I’m, um…” Scott started, uncharacteristically fumbling for words. “You know I’m…”
“It’s okay. You don’t have to—”
“I’m closeted,” Scott continued. “I guess. I mean, that’s accurate. I need to hide that part of me. If it got out that I…”
“Right,” Kip said, his eyes focused on the floor so Scott wouldn’t see how dejected he felt.
“I’ve never…dated anyone.”
Kip turned his eyes up, stunned.
“I’ve hooked up with men. Not here. I’ve never hooked up with anyone in New York. I’ve never brought anyone to my home before.”
Kip’s stomach flipped. “You haven’t?”
Scott looked at him seriously. “No.”
“Oh.”
“Like I said, I’ve never dated anyone,” Scott said. “I’ve never… I thought I didn’t need to. That I could maybe live without that.”
Kip heard the past tense in what Scott was saying. “And now?”
Scott exhaled. “I don’t know. I feel like…maybe I hadn’t met the right person yet, you know?”
Holy shit.
“I’m just saying,” Scott said, “I don’t think it’s the smoothies.”
Kip didn’t say anything. He wanted to hear what Scott was going to say next.
“I want to. Date you. I know we barely know each other, but…”
Emotion bubbled inside him, pushing a lump into his throat. “Me too,” he choked out.
Scott smiled at him, a little sadly.
“I mean, obviously, yes. I’m in,” Kip said.
“I want to,” Scott clarified, “but I don’t know how we can.”
“We’ll figure it out,” Kip said, still completely overwhelmed. “I can keep a secret, and it doesn’t have to be… You know, it can be casual. Whenever you have time.”
“You deserve better than that, Kip.”
Kip laughed, because seriously? “I can settle for you.”
Scott grinned and kissed him. Kip kissed back with everything he had, because he was pretty sure this incredible dream man had just asked him to be his boyfriend.
“You won’t have to settle for anything,” Scott murmured against his ear. “Not if I have anything to say about it.”
* * *
They made it to the bedroom, but barely.
Scott slammed Kip against the wall as soon as they were inside the door.
They threw their shirts off, then Scott pushed up so hard against him that Kip’s feet were almost being lifted off the floor.
Kip was a tall, solid guy, but Scott made him feel small. He loved how Scott could manhandle him.
“What do you want?” he asked. “Tell me.”
“Don’t…” Kip stammered, breathless, “don’t suppose you’d wanna switch it up?”
“You want me to fuck you?”
“Yeah. Would you?”
Scott made a low growl and kissed him again. “Absolutely.”
Kip let out a relieved little laugh. He loved fucking Scott, but he needed to be fucked into that mattress, or against this wall, as hard as he knew Scott could give it to him.
They broke apart so they could get their pants off, then Scott pulled Kip to the bed, not roughly, but forcefully.
Kip went happily, allowing himself to be shoved down onto the mattress, Scott immediately covering him.
The weight of Scott’s chest pressed down on Kip, just like on the couch earlier. It was exactly what he craved.
Scott moved his hips so the length of his huge, solid cock slid against Kip’s.
“Please,” Kip rasped. “I want it.”
“Roll over,” Scott ordered, sounding every bit like the respected team captain that he was. It sent a jolt of heat through Kip, and he couldn’t obey fast enough. Once he was settled, Scott started kissing down his spine.
“You are,” Scott murmured between kisses. “Absolutely. Stunning.” He punctuated his statement by sinking his teeth into Kip’s left ass cheek, biting it playfully but possessively. Kip moaned and grabbed fistfuls of one of Scott’s pillows. He was so full of need he thought he might burst.
Scott kept nipping at Kip’s ass, trailing down to his thighs and back up again.
It felt so good, every part of Kip was tingling with anticipation.
He wasn’t sure if Scott was actually going to do what his mouth was hinting at.
He knew he was relatively inexperienced, and maybe it would be too much to hope for him to—
But then Scott spread his cheeks with his strong hands, and ran his tongue down Kip’s crack, slowly.
“Fuck,” Kip moaned. “Yes.”
Scott lapped at the sensitive flesh around Kip’s hole, flicking the tip of his tongue over the tight opening as his hands gripped his ass. He coaxed him open with warm, wet strokes of his tongue, each one sending a delicious shiver through Kip’s body.
God, let me stay in this moment forever.