Chapter Ten #2
Kip swallowed and tried to fight off the surge of emotion that coursed through him.
“What can I say?” he said, trying to remain playful, though his voice was cracking. “I’m irresistible.”
“You are,” Scott said in a low voice. He slid down to straddle Kip’s thighs. His hands began to knead Kip’s lower back and then his ass.
“Mm… Might need to focus on that area,” Kip slurred. “Lotta tension there.”
“It has my undivided attention.” Scott dug his fingers deep into Kip’s cheeks, and Kip let himself drift away.
Scott rubbed him down for a long time, until Kip’s whole body felt like jelly. He was mostly silent, aside from a few hushed, reverent words:
“Unreal, Kip.”
“Gorgeous.”
“Perfect.”
Kip was nearly nodding off when Scott ran the side of his hand down his crack, slow and firm. He followed it up by making a fist and running his knuckles down the same path. He repeated it over and over, one fist, then the other, dragging knuckles over the sensitive flesh around his hole.
“That feel good?”
“Yes! Holy… Amazing.”
“Good. I want to fuck you. Do you want that?”
“Yeah. Yes. God, yes.”
“Roll over,” Scott instructed gently. “I miss you.”
Kip smiled to himself and flopped over, relaxed and completely ready to let Scott do whatever he wanted with him.
Scott knelt on the bed, inching up Kip’s body to straddle his waist again.
Scott’s cock was half hard, hanging heavy between his legs.
He leaned down and kissed Kip, who wrapped a hand around Scott’s cock, stroking it as they kissed and feeling it grow harder in his hand.
Then he placed both hands on Scott’s ass and guided him forward until his thighs were stretched wide around Kip’s chest. He tilted his head up and took Scott’s cock into his mouth.
He kept his eyes up so he could see Scott looming over him, one hand gripping the headboard. Scott was gazing down at him and murmuring praise in a low, gentle voice. “Yeah. Just like that. Fuck, you’re gorgeous. Look at you. So good to me.”
Kip closed his eyes and sighed around Scott’s dick. It was so big and so hard now. He dug his hands into Scott’s ass to push it deeper into his mouth.
“Holy… Wow. God, I want to let you keep going, but…” Scott slowly pulled out. He rested the tip on Kip’s lips for a moment, considering, before he slid back down Kip’s body. He nudged Kip’s legs so he’d bend his knees, then he got up and grabbed the lube and a condom.
Kip was already relaxed from the massage, so it didn’t take long at all for Scott to open him up with his strong, careful fingers.
Scott grabbed both of Kip’s thighs and hauled him down to the end of the bed. He didn’t even have time to react beyond wide-eyed gaping before Scott lifted his hips and ass and plunged into him.
“Ahh! Shit,” Kip gasped. “God, that feels amazing.”
“This is all I’ve been able to fucking think about since last time,” Scott said, and oof, Kip loved the deep rumble of his sex voice.
“Me too. Want it hard. Just like last time.”
Scott gave it to him, standing on the floor at the end of the bed with one of Kip’s ankles on his shoulder. His thrusts were just on the edge of too hard, and Kip loved it.
“Yes. Fuck. Like that,” Kip babbled.
He was on another plane, awestruck by the perfect physical specimen that was fucking him so eagerly. Sweat was forming on Scott’s face and chest, slicking the muscles that tensed and rippled as Scott held Kip where he wanted him.
Scott was nailing his prostate with almost every thrust, and it was incredible. It was so fucking good. Kip started jerking himself hard and fast.
“Want to come…” he gritted out. “Gonna come on your dick. Want to…”
“Fuck, yes. Come on.”
“You’re perfect… Love you fucking me like this…”
“Could do this forever. You’re beautiful, Kip. Thought you were gonna come for me…”
“I am. I am. I—Oh fuck!”
They both watched Kip’s dick as it spurted all over his chest. Scott stopped thrusting.
“God, Kip. That feels amazing. Okay—Jesus…” He started moving again. “I’m close. I’m real fucking close…”
“Come on me,” Kip said, still gently stroking himself through the last waves of his own orgasm. “I want to see it. Please.”
Scott grunted, then quickly pulled out and tore the condom off, throwing it behind him. He lowered Kip’s leg and stood over him as he furiously stroked his own cock. Within seconds Scott was coming, raining down on Kip’s stomach and chest and neck.
Scott collapsed on the bed and Kip rolled on top of him, mess and all. They kissed, breathless and giddy, and when they broke apart after a minute they were both smiling.
“Before I forget,” Kip said, “I want to thank you for a lovely evening.”
Scott laughed and kissed him again. “So I did okay at the whole Valentine’s thing?”
“Absolutely. Hands down, best Valentine’s Day ever.”
They cleaned up and then got back into bed. Kip snuggled against Scott’s body. The evening had been perfect, and he wished he could keep it going, but he was exhausted.
“Goodnight,” Scott murmured, wrapping a giant arm around him. Kip couldn’t remember ever being so comfortable.
He kissed Scott’s hand. “Goodnight, sweetheart.”
* * *
They slept in the next morning, neither of them needing to be anywhere until late afternoon. When they awoke, they stayed in bed, tangled up together and talking.
“What are you doing today?” Scott asked. He was on his side, head propped on his elbow, and his hair was an adorable mess.
“Nothing planned. You have any ideas?”
“Yeah.” Scott smiled shyly. “I want to make you breakfast.”
Kip was all for that idea, but then he started kissing Scott and quickly lost interest in anything that involved leaving the bed.
They were blissfully making out, Scott’s hands and mouth exploring Kip’s body and making him shiver, when Scott’s phone started buzzing.
“It’s nothing,” Scott said, without looking at it. “They can call back later.”
He continued mapping Kip’s body, tasting the jut of Kip’s hipbone, when the phone started buzzing again.
“Go away,” Scott grumbled, still not picking it up, “I’m busy.”
The third time it started buzzing, when Scott was sucking on Kip’s neck with a hand sliding up his thigh, Scott sighed and said, “Sorry. I’m just going to see who it is.”
He grabbed the phone. “It’s Carter,” he said, brow furrowed. He answered the call. “Carter?”
Scott was still close enough that Kip could hear the voice of Scott’s teammate. “Scott, Zullo fucked up. He got arrested last night.”
“What?”
“Yeah. Caused a scene at a bar in Jersey. Destruction of property. Assault. Resisting arrest… Probably some other things.”
“Okay. Fuck. Where is he?” Scott got off the bed and walked to his closet, ending Kip’s access to the conversation.
When Scott returned, he was fully dressed and off the phone. “I have to go. I’m sorry.”
“Of course. Yeah. Jesus, are you all right?”
“I’m furious is what I am,” Scott said, “but I really am sorry to have to leave you.”
He sighed and kissed him. When he pulled back slowly, Kip leaned forward to chase his lips.
Scott shook his head. “If I kiss you again I’ll never leave. You can stay as long as you want. I don’t know when I’ll be back. I might not be back before the game, honestly. This is a real fucking mess.”
“Okay. Don’t worry about me. Go take care of your team.”
“Thanks, yeah.” He stood and moved toward the door, then looked back at Kip. “Why do you have to be so goddamn tempting?” he asked, smiling sadly.
Kip grinned and pulled the blanket up over his head, concealing himself completely. He heard Scott laugh. Then the door opened and closed, and Scott was gone.