Chapter 7
RHYS
“Hey, Rhys, how’d practice go?” Tyler asked as I undressed in front of my locker.
I was alone, so I put him on speakerphone.
“Pretty good. Even if I was completely out of gas an hour into it.”
He laughed. “That’s what you get for staying overnight at that rude chef’s house.”
“Shut up,” I said, grabbing my towel. “And he apologized for the rude behavior.”
“Did he apologize to you with orgasms?”
“A couple of them, actually. Jealous?”
“I would be if Lindsey hadn’t pegged me to within an inch of my life last night.”
I sighed, letting my head fall back. I loved my best friend, but goddamn.
“You know there are some things we don’t have to talk about, right?”
“Wow. How very heteronormative of you, bro. What if I was just trying to figure out what the big deal was? What if I was doing it to be a better friend to you?”
I clenched my teeth. “I’m hanging up on you.”
“Just, you know, make sure he’s good to you. Deal?”
I stepped into my shower slides and shut the door on my locker.
“Deal. If it makes you feel any better, I barely stuttered at all when I was over at his place. With the way everything went, I’m not worried so much about coming out, you know?”
“Fuck yeah, dude! Go forth and queer it up.”
I cracked up. “Okay, really hanging up on you now.”
I hit the End button and turned toward the showers, only to be confronted by the stunned faces of Ruiz and Schultz. Shit. I thought they’d already gone.
I quickly wrapped my towel around my waist.
“Uh. Sorry, Captain. I’m driving Ruiz home and left my keys in my locker,” Schultz said, his ears red. I figured he was going to pretend he didn’t hear that, but instead, he continued. “So, uh, did I hear correctly? You’re gay? Or, or… bi?”
“Gay,” I answered warily.
His answering grin seemed friendly. “So, like, my sister has zero chance with you but maybe my brother does? He’s bi.”
I held back a laugh. “Eh, sorry. I’ve got a hot chef on the hook. In fact, I’m rushing out to catch him before his shift starts.”
“Okay, well, you’re a good dude. Let me know if it doesn’t pan out with him.”
I rolled my eyes, but then I noticed that Ruiz hadn’t said anything yet.
“Y-you o-okay, dude?” I asked, pissed that my stutter decided to show up right at that exact moment.
“No,” he said, shaking his head. I stiffened, waiting for the blow. “If I’d known I’d had a chance with you, I would’ve shot my shot,” he said with a sneaky grin.
This motherfucker right here.
Shaking my head, I let out a sigh, not realizing how much I’d been worried about my teammates.
“Dude,” Schultz said, smacking Ruiz’s shoulder. “Stop hitting on my brother’s future husband.”
“You two are the worst.”
“Nah. We’re awesome,” Ruiz shot back, holding up his hand.
I high-fived him and we did our usual handshake. He used the grip to pull me in.
“Seriously, though, if your chef doesn’t work out, I’m happy to be a soft place to land, you hear?”
I blushed to the roots of my hair. “Got it. Though, uh. I think it’s gonna work out. Just a feeling.”
“Good man, then,” he said, smiling genuinely.
Schultz grabbed his keys, and they took off.
Damn, that could’ve gone sideways in a hurry, but… it didn’t.
Fuckin’ A.
I’d managed to catch Sev right before he went to work, and the sight of him in his chef’s jacket was hot as fuck.
We’d only had enough time for him to pull me inside for some tasteless, sexy-as-hell rutting up against his front door.
He’d had to change his trousers and I’d had to drive home with sticky cum in my underwear, but it’d been worth it.
Over the next twenty-four hours we texted each other dozens of times, and each text was increasingly more sexual and unhinged than the last. Better yet, we’d reiterated our statuses and our desire to go condom free.
Thankfully, he had today off, so I was standing on his welcome mat, waiting for him to answer the doorbell. When he opened the door, I stepped right through, bodying him into his own living room as I dragged him up for a kiss.
“I missed you, too,” he joked, biting his lip before going in for another round of making out.
The next time we came up for air, we raced each other to his room and fell onto the bed, bumping and grinding against each other.
“Are you sure?” he whispered, curling his tongue around my ear lobe. “I don’t want you to feel like this is too fast…”
“I need it fast, and I need it from you,” I said, ready to beg because the thing I needed more than anything else was for this man to fuck me.
I loved topping, genuinely, but there were times when I wanted to be fucked.
Since I’m a big rugby lad, guys always made a lot of assumptions.
Hell, the last guy I had sex with had insisted on me topping exclusively because he couldn’t wrap his mind around a bigger guy wanting it up the ass.
When I’d wanted to flip things around, he’d laughed.
“You want me to top you? That’s crazy.”
I’d left his place feeling ashamed, and it took a while to get over that feeling.
It was enough to make me hesitate before hitting the vers option when I’d created my profile on the H2H app.
In the end, though, I’d decided I didn’t wanna be with somebody who made me feel shitty about it, and I wasn’t going to fuck with people who didn’t get it.
I was pleasantly surprised, then, when I’d gone to Sev’s profile and saw that he was vers, too.
Sure, that was a good way to end up with two sneaky bottoms, but it turned out that both of us had decided on unvarnished honesty.
It was also impossible to feel ashamed about needing to be filled when Sev was pushing my knees back to my chest and diving tongue-first into my ass. I’d gone home after practice and cleaned up—thoroughly—so I felt pretty confident about what he was doing with his tongue.
Actually…
“Stop, stop, stop,” I begged, letting my feet fall to the bed as I tilted my hips to the side, away from his perfect mouth.
He pulled back immediately. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No. Fuck no. I was about to come all over myself.”
God, his smug smile did something to me. He grabbed the lube and proceeded to suck my nipples—he really did love worshipping them—while warming up my hole, and it was fucking everything.
“Close,” I warned.
He pulled back from my nipple and left his fingers inside me. “This feel good?”
“So good. Fuck, I need to be filled.”
That old sense of embarrassment flared up, but the desperate need made me push past it. Well, that and the visceral hunger in his eyes telling me that he wanted to fuck me as much as I wanted to be fucked.
He immediately withdrew his fingers, notching his cock against my hole. Pressing my knees against my chest, he slid forward, stretching me with that perfect mix of pain and fuck yes.
He paused. “You okay? Need me to pull out?”
“Don’t you fucking dare,” I blurted out, my voice ragged. Tilting my hips, I coaxed him farther inside me. “Maybe suck my tit while you’re fucking me.”
He grinned, triumphant. “Absolutely.”
Latching on to a nipple, he made the most profane, wettest nursing sounds. It was a complete mind fuck with his overall aesthetic, especially as he slid his hips forward, mixing more of that good stretching ache with pleasure.
I groaned as he bottomed out, then wrapped my legs around him.
He released my nipple with a pop. “Fuck. I love your thighs.”
Tightening my grip on him, we locked eyes as I forced him to go deeper. Within moments he was taking me apart, using his hips and knees to create a scooping motion that was going to be the fucking death of me.
Suddenly, my knee was over his shoulder and he was even deeper. Then, he was speeding up.
“Your body is so fucking perfect,” he whispered, grabbing my cock, stroking it in time with his goddamned hip thrusts.
“Close,” I whined, unsure if I could survive another round of edging.
“Come for me, sexy man.”
On his command, my orgasm hit like a freight train. I didn’t try to stop it, loving all of the places in which he had entered me and sucked me and held me tight. I barely choked back a shout, my hands moving to his hips to force him in deeper, longer, more.
“Gonna come,” he warned me. I nodded, knowing the question in his eyes.
“Breed me, Sev.”
He groaned with permission, rolling his hips until heat started to fill me. Fuck, it was the best feeling in the world and I never, ever wanted it to stop.