Chapter 11
ELEVEN
LUC
Something startles me from what might be the deepest sleep of my life, but the muffled voices I thought I heard blur into the background of my consciousness and whatever fleeting dream I was having.
The first thing I see when I open my eyes is the beautiful man lying next to me, sprawled out on his stomach.
There isn’t a stitch of clothing on him, miles of creamy skin etched with random designs.
The curve of his ass calls to me. Memories from last night, or maybe it was early this morning, have my cock ready to greet the day before I’ve even stretched.
Jesse breathes in deep, shifts, and a soft, sleepy smile curves his lips.
“Morning,” he rasps without opening his eyes.
God, this man wrecks me. I press a gentle, reverent kiss to the corner of his mouth, and he sighs contentedly. He snuggles in closer to my side, face tilted up for more kisses. His hand skims my chest, fingers wandering lower to wrap around my stiff erection.
“Is this for me?”
I groan. It pains me to remember it’ll be weeks before we can wake up like this again, so I push it far from my mind.
We still have a few hours before I have no choice but to leave.
Technically, I should have left yesterday, but the day melted away and I ended up back in bed with Jesse.
Nothing short of a natural disaster could pull me away from this even a moment before it’s absolutely necessary.
Or at least that’s what I thought.
I hear the voices again. They’re louder, right outside the bedroom. Before I can process or cover myself up, the door swings open.
I freeze, sheet tangled low around my hips.
Too low. There’s nothing but Jesse’s hand covering my very obvious erection.
Heat floods my face as I register just how much of both of us is on display, and that we’ve been caught.
We didn’t even make it through one weekend.
I pull the sheet up, covering my dick and Jesse’s bare ass.
Weirdly, Jesse doesn’t seem to care. He just looks mildly irritated. Likewise, the man in the doorway doesn’t blink. He’s wearing black slacks, a tan silk shirt, and an expression of obvious exasperation. Other than a fleeting glance, I might as well be furniture. His eyes are locked on Jesse.
“You haven’t answered your phone all weekend, Jesse,” the man says flatly, like barging in on people’s privacy is his job.
“I turned it off,” Jesse says simply, and sits up. I adjust the sheet again to cover his groin, and Jesse smirks. “I was enjoying my weekend off.”
“I can see that,” the man deadpans. “But had you kept your phone on, you would have remembered that you have a fitting with the stylist this morning.”
A mousy little guy pops his head over the man’s shoulder, cheerfully waving to Jesse. “Hi, Jesse!”
Jesse’s lips quirk. “Hey, Emmy. I’ll be out in a few, okay? I need to take a shower.”
“Okay, Jesse! Take your time.”
“Absolutely not. If you’re not out here in ten minutes, I’ll simply bring the whole team to you.
There is too much to do for the photo shoot tomorrow.
And then you need to look over the questions and answers for the radio interview, or did you forget that was being taped tonight, as well? ” He purses his lips.
Jesse rubs a hand over his face and looks like he’s counting to keep his temper in check.
The man sighs. “Look, Jesse, I’m trying to work with you here. You know that, right?”
“Yeah, Blake, I know. And I appreciate it. I’m sorry I turned my phone off, I was…” He looks at me, and his eyes soften. “…busy. It was important.”
“I can give you twenty minutes,” the man, Blake, acquiesces.
“But we really need to get started. Everyone else has already been fitted, otherwise I’d try to give you more time.
” He moves to leave but pauses again. “If there are any accommodations I can assist you with to ensure your friend gets home safely, just let me know.”
I blink at him as he gives me a clipped nod, acknowledging me for the first time before he finally backs out of the room and closes the door.
Wow.
Talk about a blast of cold water. Suddenly I feel cheap and exposed.
I flinch when Jesse’s hand covers mine. “Luc…”
“I should go,” I say with a tight smile. It’s all I can muster, and I can barely look him in the eyes.
“Luc,” he says again, and cups my jaw to turn my face his way. I’m not ready to let him see me like this. I have too many thoughts and feelings to process.
“I just need a minute. Let me take a quick shower, and then I’ll head out so you can do what you need to do. We can talk about it later.”
“Luc–”
“Jesse, I said I need a minute!”
Suddenly, I’m tackled onto my back, body blanketed by Jesse, his knees on either side of my hips. He holds my face in his hands. “Then you can take a minute with me,” he says firmly, then crashes his mouth to mine.
For a few seconds, I’m too stunned to react. Then my body reacts instinctively, kissing him back with equal ferocity.
The sound of a door closing somewhere in the suite pulls me back to reality, and I manage to unlatch our mouths. I sigh and throw my head back.
“I’m sorry,” Jesse says. “I got so wrapped up in you I forgot what day it was, and this fitting wasn’t supposed to happen until later.”
What time is it, even? After being awake and active for a few hours in the wee hours of the morning, there’s no telling how late we slept. I find my phone and check the time.
“It’s after eleven.”
“Shit.”
Yeah, shit.
“Look, Blake isn’t going to tell anybody, and neither will anyone on the styling team.
Everyone that works with us has to sign strict NDA’s, and Blake’s interests are tied to my success and happiness, even if he’s a pain in the ass sometimes,” he says, raising his voice so anyone outside the door can hear him call Blake a pain in the ass. “No one here is going to out you.”
I scoff and try to sit up. He tries to hold me down, but I have at least fifty pounds of muscle on him. It doesn’t take a whole lot of effort to pick him up and throw him on the bed.
“Goddamn,” he says, and I look back to see him staring up at me, eyes wide and hungry. “Is it wrong that I liked that?”
I have to look away to keep from laughing, and walk over to the closet, where the clothes I arrived in are all cleaned and pressed.
Jesse sent them out to be laundered yesterday morning–I washed my underwear in the sink first, because the idea of sending my dry cum-crusted underwear to someone else to clean was mortifying.
And we spent the whole day naked or in robes anyway.
Before I head into the bathroom, I turn around and look Jesse in the eye.
“It’s not about being outed, okay. Who I choose to sleep with isn’t something I broadcast, but it isn’t something I go out of my way to hide, either.
And that goes for any gender.” I clear my throat.
“What I care about is my privacy. I don’t like crowds, or answering questions, or having attention pointed at me.
I never have. The only reason I joined the draft was to help my family, and I’ve stayed because I love football and my team, and I’ve found a comfortable balance there. ”
“We can keep you out of the public eye.”
“Maybe.” I look towards the door, wanting to mention what the whole incident this morning made me feel, but I know I need to put my big boy panties on and get over it. I don’t want to cause Jesse more stress.
Jesse climbs off the bed and comes over to hug me around my waist. I wrap my arms around him and kiss the side of his forehead.
“Come on,” he says, taking my hand. “Let’s go get you cleaned off.”
As soon as we’re under the shower spray, Jesse drops to his knees.
It takes almost no time at all for him to suck my soul through my dick.
Then he stands up, flips me around, and spits my cum between my cheeks before using them as a cock sleeve.
He licks up my spine and bites my shoulder to muffle his groan as he shoots all over my ass and thighs.
After taking another minute to wash his hair and body, he kisses me, then steps out, leaving me still trembling in the shower.
Once I’m dressed and feel like I’ve gathered enough of my dignity, I open the bedroom door. I can hear Jesse arguing with Blake about me, and my face heats all over again. I just need to get out of here.
Walking out into the main living space, I’m surprised how many people there are bustling around.
None of them pay me much mind. The smell of Jesse’s clove cigarette hits me before their hushed voices do.
Blake and Jesse are still arguing, albeit in quieter voices, on the balcony while Jesse smokes.
I catch his eye, and he winks, holding up a finger to say he’ll be with me in a minute.
It’s not until he’s stalking back towards me, popping a piece of his candy into his mouth, that I notice Jesse is wearing nothing but tight, black boxer briefs.
Around all these people. Like it’s nothing.
Meanwhile, I have to avert my eyes in case anyone who missed the first show gets a second chance.
“He’s kind of hard to look at, right?” A small voice beside me says.
I look down–literally, he’s at least a foot shorter than me–to see that perky little guy from before. Emmy?
He answers my raised eyebrow with a huff of laughter. “He’s just so hot. It’s like looking directly at the sun.”
He’s not wrong, but I don’t appreciate hearing it from someone else. Specifically, someone who gets to spend a lot more time with him. Not to mention he’s cute and rather pretty.
“I’m Emerson, but everyone here calls me Emmy.” He reaches out a hand, knuckles up like I’m supposed to kiss them.
I shake the proffered hand awkwardly. “I’m Luc–”
“Luc Martín, #14, defensive back for the Shreveport Cyclones. I know who you are,” he says cheerfully.
I raise an eyebrow.
“What? Twinks can’t watch football?”