Chapter Four #2
Quince had never been more aware of every inch of his body.
He knew exactly each place they touched.
Their kiss was the kiss he had waited his entire life to experience.
Someone finally matched his hunger. There was a small part of his brain that still couldn’t believe this was happening.
A tiny voice screamed he kissed Jathan Dexter.
Not only another guy, but a famous one. He didn’t know what the hell he was doing, but his body obviously did. Quince wanted him bad.
“If you get uncomfortable at any point, you can stop.”
Jathan made the claim as Quince changed angles. He was almost incredulous. Everything inside him soared in a way he never had. He was on fire. His soul blazed. It was like he spent his entire life starved and finally found his feast. He was almost scared of how he felt.
Quince pushed at Jathan’s shirt. He wanted to be skin to skin. Jathan flinched from his touch when he pushed past his ribs. Quince immediately sat back on his heels. He slowly lifted Jathan’s shirt and inspected his side. It was solid black with a nasty yellow tint in several places.
“Holy shit, Jathan. What happened?”
A wry smile touched his lips. “I don’t think people realize exactly how hard we’re getting elbowed out there. They are actively trying to take you out of the game. I’ve been taking hits all season. It’ll heal when I get a break.”
Quince couldn’t believe his ears. He kept taking hits on top of this? Jathan was tough as hell. “Are your ribs cracked? You could puncture a lung.”
Jathan rolled upward, proving how strong and in shape he was with that core move. He pulled his shirt up and over his head before tossing it aside. Then he licked Quince’s collarbone, obviously trying to distract him. It was working, but still.
“I’m serious, Jathan. Have they x-rayed your ribs?”
Jathan settled back down on the floor with a tired-sounding sigh.
“Do you want me to sit out because I hurt a little? Do you have any idea how many people never get here? I can hurt when it’s over.
One of these days, I’ll never get to step foot on that court again.
I’ll be damned if that day comes a moment before it has to. This is my dream.”
Quince heard the passion in Jathan’s voice. Guilt set in. “You’re right. I’m sorry. What would I know about it?” He had never reached for anything he really wanted in life. Quince didn’t know what it took.
Jathan’s hands slid up Quince’s thighs. “Don’t sound like that over caring about me. That matters to me too.”
Reality struck Quince. He currently straddled Jathan’s body. He was in a position people would literally kill to be in. Quince had reached for this. He would be damned if he stopped now. “You should show me your bedroom.”
“Help me off this floor.”
Quince pushed to his feet and did his best to ease Jathan upright.
Maybe he had no right to tell Jathan to care about his injuries first, but he could care.
He could baby Jathan. Someone needed to.
Jathan held on to his hand and headed down the hall.
He pulled out his phone as he walked. After a few taps on his screen, the lights died behind them and a beeping countdown started for the alarm.
It seemed he was there for the night. Good.
He had no idea what he was doing, but he planned to do it anyway.
When they crossed the threshold into what Quince assumed was Jathan’s bedroom, the lights flared to life and immediately dimmed to barely a glow.
As long as he had been surrounded by money, he was still impressed by some people’s luxuries.
Quince didn’t pay much attention to his surroundings.
He was oddly fascinated by the way the muscles moved in Jathan’s back.
Jathan was extremely tall and skinny, but he was all tight muscle.
He had the perfect athlete’s body. It was more than obvious how active he was.
Quince never much thought about other people’s bodies.
He understood why now. Quince had been meant for Jathan.
He didn’t think he was gay or straight or even anything in between.
Secretly, he had always just not been that interested in anyone.
That had always made him feel odd, so he had just kept it to himself while pretending to be too busy and tired to date.
Then he had spent one amazing night with Jathan.
Suddenly, he had felt closer to Jathan than he had ever felt to anyone, and boom!
Now it was like all the years of disinterest caught him.
He had spent some time reading about things online, trying to make sense of all these sudden feelings.
It seemed he was maybe demisexual or some shit like that. Whatever. He wanted to touch Jathan.
Jathan climbed onto a bed so tall, even he needed a step. Quince was right behind him. Jathan rolled onto his back and lured Quince close. “Where were we?”
“I remember.” Quince took the kiss he wanted.
Jathan’s fingertips skimmed Quince’s stomach before reaching his belt.
Chill bumps rose on Quince’s skin. He sucked in his gut as Jathan went to work, undoing his belt before unbuttoning Quince’s jeans.
Quince wasn’t losing his nerve, exactly, but he was scared of disappointing Jathan with his lack of knowledge.
“Tell me what to do right now.”
Jathan urged Quince onto his back. “Enjoy.” He kissed his way down Quince’s chest, stroking him everywhere.
All Quince could do was feel. He felt everything.
Every brush of lips and fingertips and even the way Jathan’s breath felt on his skin was mesmerizing.
His pants loosened and eased down his hips.
With his eyes closed and his entire being fully engaged, Quince lifted, letting Jathan have the rest of his clothes.
He didn’t have time to overthink. Jathan licked his cock.
A ragged breath left his lips. He wanted to watch, but he knew if he looked, he’d blow.
Quince wanted this too badly. When Jathan’s hot mouth covered his dick, a sound escaped Quince even he hadn’t expected.
He knew to the bottom of his soul that he would leave this bed fully addicted.
Quince had never experienced whatever it was Jathan did with his mouth.
He wondered how long his sanity would hold.
Then the suction disappeared, and Quince watched through hooded eyes as Jathan stood and stripped.
He was breathtaking. Once nude, he grabbed some things from the nightstand, and then he was back.
Jathan straddled his body and kissed him. Quince’s cock wept in anticipation.
In a distant way, he knew Jathan worked to ready himself while he kept Quince distracted with his tongue.
One day, he would need to pay attention to whatever Jathan did so he could learn to be a good partner.
For now, he was transfixed. Hypnotized. Then a condom rolled down his length.
A pant burst from him. There was no way he would last long enough for Jathan to come back for more.
He was turned on to a level he had never experienced. Quince practically vibrated with lust.
“You’re so sexy. You’re handling this so good.”
A breathless laugh escaped Quince at the praise. It seemed like he should be the one talking. “Are you joking? I’m trying my ass off not to blow right now. You’ll definitely be disappointed tonight.”
“Impossible.” Jathan sat on Quince’s dick.
Quince practically levitated. Only Jathan’s weight kept him from flying away.
“Holy shit! Oh, my God.” The heat and squeezing.
He wouldn’t make it. His brain quit functioning.
Then Jathan bounced and Quince forgot how to breathe, causing him to make a sound like a dying donkey.
Everything was equal parts mortifying and soul stealing.
Jathan used his chest for leverage and rode Quince’s dick like it was his favorite toy.
Quince’s eyes stung from his inability to even blink.
He watched and memorized every moment with his muscles and teeth clenched.
Quince had never held back an orgasm so long and hard in his life.
It was more than pride stopping him from coming.
It was desperation. This had to last as long as possible.
Jathan might not want him again. The guy could have anyone.
He had chosen Quince tonight. Tomorrow, who knew?
Maybe he would realize Quince was unworthy.
Quince couldn’t stop a second before he had to.
Jathan tilted his chin up and visibly fought to come.
Quince stopped breathing. He watched Jathan get closer. It felt like it was him straining toward the edge. “Yes. Like that. I want it.”
Jathan’s chin dropped. Their gazes met. It was like he stared into the future. His future. Time stopped. Quince wanted this. He desperately desired a life where Jathan looked at him just like this every night. Jathan belonged to him. They were one.
“I want to know you’re only mine.”
Jathan blew, stealing everything from Quince.
He cried out, gasping for air while Jathan’s body tried sucking his soul out through his dick.
It was an orgasm like none other. He felt a little weak and lightheaded.
For a moment, he wondered if he would survive.
His body jerked with pleasure. He couldn’t control anything he did.
The way his cock pulsed and spit was all he felt or knew.
He probably looked like he was having a seizure.
Jathan’s mouth covered his and reality slowly returned. Their tongues played lazily. His body cooled. Quince realized he trailed his fingers up and down Jathan’s sides. He couldn’t stop touching him and savoring the way the guy’s body felt.
“Were you seriously asking to be exclusive or were you caught up in the moment?”
Quince nearly jumped at the sound of Jathan’s voice. That was how deep under his trance he was. He had to swallow to be able to speak again. “I’m seriously asking.”
Jathan’s lips skimmed Quince’s jaw before moving to his ear. “Good. That’s what I want too.”
“Thank God.”
A sexy chuckle rumbled against his skin at his sigh of relief.
Quince couldn’t stop smiling. He might not have seen any of this coming, but he definitely couldn’t be happier.
His favorite team would soon head to the finals.
Quince felt that in his blood. His favorite player was in his arms. Life couldn’t be better.