Chapter 11 #2
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. But let’s be mindful and not overdo it.” He drank some of his mimosa. “We overdid it in the past.”
I ruminated on all the times we’d visited a club and people had asked if we were together. “Yeah, maybe we did. But we never cared and fuck…” I placed a hand on his thigh under the table. “It was nice.”
Bumping his shoulder on mine, he gave me a coy smile. “Yeah, but before, I didn’t get hard just because you touched my thigh.”
I peeked at his groin and the clear outline of his firm cock pushing along his pant leg. “Jesus, Grey. Does your dick ever stand down?”
“Nope, not with you.” He adjusted his cock, shoving it into the waistband of his shorts so it wasn’t so noticeable. “Good thing these shorts are loose.”
After sipping my drink, I slipped my hand up his thigh, closer to his dick, my own perking up. Fuck, we were supposed to be out at brunch. What was I doing? But I couldn’t help myself.
As his attention drew to me, he ticked a brow and leaned in, whispering, “Are you about to play with me under the table?”
My gaze caught the server returning to us. “No, I’ll stop.” But I wanted to continue. He’d warped my damn mind.
The server dropped off our food. “Is there anything else I can get you?”
“Nope.” He unrolled his silverware from a linen napkin and laid the napkin in his lap. “When we get home…” He tossed a wicked glance my way.
Would it be like this all year? Our sharing orgasms multiple times a day? Or would it wear off, eventually? I picked up a leg of fried chicken with gravy slathered over it and bit into it. It had to slow at some point, right?
He cut into his omelette, smothered in a cream sauce, maybe hollandaise? “What toys do you have in your bedroom?” His darkened gaze met mine. “I assume you have them?”
“What makes you assume that?” I cut into a waffle. Here we were, focused on sex again. But we had things to discuss, like condom use.
With a shrug, he said, “Because it seems like you’re game for anything in bed, which I love by the way.” As a smile quirked his lips, he leaned against me.
As I nodded, I said, “Yeah, I’ve got a few things. Plugs, vibrating shit.” I waggled my brows at him. “Stuff I’d love to use on you.”
His pupils flared. “Yeah? Can’t wait.” He ate another bite of omelette. “You’ve opened my eyes to a world of possibilities.”
“Grey, since we’re on the subject, we should probably talk about safety. You know, condoms and shit.” I drank some mimosa, keeping my gaze on him.
“You can’t get pregnant from me, right?” He chuckled and stuffed eggs into his mouth.
“No, but I’m on PrEP.” Did he know what that was? I set my silverware on my plate.
His brows lowered and his mouth tensed. “Why? Are you…” His eyes popped open. “Shit, Malik, are you sick? Do you have—”
“No, I don’t have HIV. PrEP is a medicine you take to prevent it.” I held his gaze. “If I were positive, I would have told you, don’t you think?” My brows rose. What kind of shit friend would I be to fool around with him and not tell him?
“Yeah, guess you would.” He tensed his mouth. “So, if you’re on that and my last test before moving here was negative, then no condoms?” He inhaled deeply. “Fuck, I can’t believe we’re having this conversation.” He took a few gulps of his mimosa.
“You hooked up with Carrie after your test.” And I hooked up with Riley. Shit, did we need another test? I clenched my teeth. We should.
“But I didn’t have sex with her.” His attention drew to me. “I’m sure if I’d gotten something, I’d know it by now.”
“Let’s get tested at the student health center tomorrow, just to be sure.” I held my breath. Would he go for it?
He stopped with his fork at his mouth, egg dangling off it.
“Yes, if you think it’s necessary, let’s do it.
” He set the bite of food on his plate and wrapped his hand around my nape, squeezing it for a beat.
“You’re more experienced than I am about this, and I want to be sure you’re comfortable with us when we decide to… you know.”
“Have anal sex? You can say it.” My gaze dropped to his plump lips, wet from eating. He was still getting comfortable in our new situation. I had to remember that.
“Yeah.” Lowering his voice, he said, “Anal sex.” His gaze swept the room, and he dropped his hand onto the table.
“Don’t worry, nobody heard you.” With a soft snort, I ate a hunk of chicken on a piece of waffle. “Anyway, what’s your class schedule like tomorrow?” It was time we discussed something other than sex.
The next day, I headed home after a grueling day of practice and classes. Midday, I’d met Grey at the student health services center, and we’d gotten tested for everything imaginable, had lunch together and then I’d left him to finish my day.
As I strolled into the house from the garage, my phone buzzed in my backpack. Was it Grey calling? With the close bond we’d shared over the last few weeks, it had been surprisingly hard not to have him by my side most of the day.
After setting my backpack on the kitchen island, I fished my phone out and peeked at it. “Shimá?” I answered the call and set the phone on speaker. “Hey, Shimá, how are you?”
“I’m doing well, Malik. How’s my favorite nephew?” Her smile carried in her voice.
Falling onto the couch, I said, “I impressed Coach with my performance at camp last week, and classes started today.” Shit, I should have called her sooner, but I’d been too wrapped up in Grey.
“I heard from your father that Grey came to live with you.”
“Yes, he did. It’s been…um, great.” I winced. It had been so much more than great. But I couldn’t tell anyone. Except for Tex, and only because it was necessary.
“Great, huh?” She gave a quick laugh. “Why do I detect something off in your voice then?”
Nothing ever got past her. Nothing. “It’s been a long day. I’m just tired.” Would she buy it? I rolled my lips.
“Malik, I had a dream last night.” Her voice grew serious. “It wasn’t a good one.”
“What?” My heart pitched. Her damned dreams were never wrong. “It had nothing to do with my football, did it?” Hell, had she seen me getting an injury?
“I’m not sure yet. In the dream, you were upset. Crying. Something terrible had happened, and you refused to tell anyone what it was,” she said.
My eyes popped open. “Did…do you think I had a football injury that ended my career?” I clenched my jaw. Fuck, if that’s what it was, I preferred ignorance. It could affect how I played once the games started.
“It didn’t feel like that to me. It was more a matter of the heart.” She sighed. “But you’re not seeing anyone seriously, are you?”
“No.” Well, I’d sort of like to be seeing Grey seriously, but that might be a pipe dream unless he could get his shit together with his father.
I couldn’t tell her about Grey, could I?
She could keep a secret. She was the only one who knew I was bisexual.
She’d been waiting for me to announce it, but I’d lacked both the inclination and the opportunity.
“Maybe it’s time to come out to the family. You know they’d accept you.”
It was like she could read my damn mind. “I know, Shimá. But I’d rather do it in person. Maybe when I’m home for Christmas?” If I went home this year. Maybe I’d end up in New York with Grey.
“Okay, then I’ll leave it be.” She huffed a breath. “Something is happening there, isn’t it? The energy feels off.”
Tipping my head back, I gazed at the ceiling fan centered in the room and freed a rough exhale.
Damn it, I couldn’t tell her. But the situation between Grey and me was okay right now.
It must be something else she felt. “I don’t know.
” With a chuckle, I said, “Maybe you’re sensing we’re about to lose to NAU in our home opener on Saturday. ”
A soft laugh carried through the phone. “Maybe that’s it. Would it make you cry to lose the game?”
“No.” I scoffed. But if Grey were badly hurt, it might. Hell, I didn’t know.
“How did Grey do at camp? Will they play him?” She asked.
She’d followed our football journey and knew almost as much about it as I did. “I think so. If we’re far ahead in the game, I think Coach will play him in the second half.” I straightened my head, my gaze wandering to the sunny afternoon playing out in the backyard.
“Well, exercise caution and take care of each other. I hate to give you bad news, Malik, but you know being prepared for such things is the best way to avoid them.”
“Yes, I know.” Her words ruminated in my head. Shit, maybe she sensed something bad between Grey and Ella? Should I warn him? No, I’d monitor that situation and prepare for any fallout. I’d be there for him if shit went south.
“Okay, on to another subject. How are your classes so far? I know it’s only the first day, but are you happy with your professors?”
“I am.” A grin teased my lips. I’d been lucky and had gotten all the ones I’d wanted. “It won’t be super easy this year, but I’ll get through it. I’m excited about my molecular biology class.”
“Glad to hear it.” She paused. “I hope I didn’t scare you too much, but I felt an obligation to warn you about the dream.” She blew out a breath. “These things can be so cryptic sometimes. It’s hard to pinpoint exactly what they mean.”
“Yeah, I know.” My body relaxed. If she got more of them, then I’d worry in earnest. “I’ll keep an eye out for any negative energy heading my way.” Or Grey’s way, since he was the one facing obstacles right now. “Let me know if you have more dreams, okay?”
“I will, and who knows, maybe the next one will be positive? That’ll show me the negative energy has passed.” She chuckled. “I love you, Malik.”
“Love you, too.” I sucked a deep inhale. “Bye now and take care.”
“Goodbye.” She ended the call.
What the hell was that about? I knew better than to ignore her intuition and dreams, but this one didn’t seem right. I stared at the blank television across the room, resting on a console.
Groans from the garage door filled the air.
Grey must be home. Combing my fingers through my hair, I stood and strolled into the kitchen, waiting for him at the door.
When the door popped open, Grey’s gaze swung to me and a broad smile swept his face. “Malik.” He dropped his backpack on the floor and hooked his arms around my neck. “God, it’s good to see you.” Planting a hard kiss on my mouth, he backed me into the counter. “Missed you. So much.”
With my lips tugging into a grin and warmth circling my heart, I rested my hands on his hips and said, “Yeah? Even though we practiced and had lunch together?”
He pressed his forehead against mine. “Yes, even with that.” He kissed me again and frowned. “But hell, I have so much homework already.”
“Yeah, me too.” Would he want to study before stealing away into his room? I scraped my teeth across my lower lip. “So…”
“So.” Dropping his arms to my ass, he pulled my hips in, rubbing his swelling dick on mine through our shorts. With his eyelids fluttering, his breath snagged, and his mouth dropped open. “Want you.”
“Now?” My cock pulsed and swelled. When would Tex be home?
“Now.” He came in, his mouth devouring mine in hungry kisses.
A cell phone blared music into the room.
“Fuck.” As his chest heaved with deep breaths, he bent to his backpack and slipped his phone from the outside pocket. “It’s my dad. I have to take this.”