Chance
It’s Friday night again.
The crowd is ready, roaring as loud as ever. For once, before the game, Noah didn’t seem all that nervous. In fact, I don’t think he threw up before the game, and it’s a huge relief.
I know he has a lot on his mind and his shoulders right now. But to think maybe our—well hell, I don’t really know what to call it at the moment, but I’d like to think it’s a relationship—so yeah, maybe our relationship has relaxed him enough that he can have fun with his job.
I love the sparkle I see in his eyes as he calls out instructions to the players. They’re all fired up and ready for the win. And while I’m, of course, paying attention to the game, my mind is also already on the celebration he and I will have after we win.
God, I can’t get enough of Noah Asher. He’s so damn hot, he melts my brain.
He bought condoms and lube.
I smile at the memory. He looked so damn embarrassed, and it was about the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. I didn’t care that we didn’t use them. Not at all. I just loved being there with him on the couch, breathing him in. Talking to him and getting to know the real man.
Of course, there were a few more hot groping sessions too, which yeah, I didn’t mind at all.
“Hey, when’s your birthday?” I ask him as we stand on the sidelines. He turns his head curiously to me, and yeah, it was a weird question, but I just realized I didn’t know, and I want to. “You said you’ll be forty soon . . .”
He laughs, shaking his head, his eyes going back to the game. For a minute, I don’t think he’s going to answer me, but then he says, “October thirteenth.”
“That’s not far away,” I say, thinking about being able to celebrate his birthday with him. God, I hope this thing works out to where I’ll be able to.
“Nope,” he says, his eyes intense on the game.
“Hey, it’s on Friday the thirteenth this year!” I say, far too excitedly. “In October. That’s awesome.”
He chuckles, pulling his gaze away from the game and looking at me with amusement. “I think that’s supposed to be bad luck.”
“Nope,” I insist as we both turn our attention back to the game. “We’re having a Friday the 13th movie marathon at your place, for sure.”
He laughs, shaking his head, but he sounds happy. “Whatever you say.”
I like that his eyes aren’t darting around nervously as we talk. He’s not worried someone will hear. We aren’t being stupid though. Our voices are kept low, and to anyone on the outside looking in, it probably looks like two coaches keeping up with the game, but it still feels really good.
Gives me an odd sense of hope.
“Bates is pretty good,” I say as I watch the kid throw the ball across the field like it was nothing.
Noah smiles. “Yeah. Reminds me of his brother.”
“I didn’t know he had a brother. Older?”
He nods, both of our eyes on the field. “Yup.” He laughs at something and then shakes his head. “Had to break up a fight between his brother and Dixon in the locker room their senior year.”
“Love me a good locker room brawl.” He only chuckles. “Where are they now?”
I swear I see his smile grow a mile wide. “Hayes. They live together.”
“They’re roommates?”
His eyes meet mine slowly, the grin even wider as he keeps his voice low. “Lovers.”
“What?”
He nods in confirmation of what I think I heard. “They’re really happy, according to Bates when I ran into him last time.”
“Holy shit,” I breathe out because I don’t know why, but I can’t believe it. I don’t remember ever seeing an out couple, growing up in Big Bend. “That’s incredible.”
He nods, watching the game now. “It is.”
I want to ask him so many more questions, but I guess now is probably not the time, and knowing him, he doesn’t know any more details other than they’re together and happy. That’s just Noah.
We win the game, and I can’t be happier as I forget myself for one second and wrap him up in a big hug on the sidelines. But thankfully, some players rush us right then, wrapping their arms around us both too, jumping up and down excitedly.
It’s a damn good night, and when we get back to Noah’s place, we can’t keep our hands off each other. Our clothes fly as our mouths tangle. We’re on a high, no doubt, and neither one of us is stopping to slow down.
When he’s fully naked and pressed back against his living room wall, I can’t stop myself from tasting his salty skin. It was a cool night but also intense, and with our hoodies on, we both got a little sweaty.
I love it.
I lick along his neck and his collarbone, then down over his pecs, sucking on his nipples and feeling them pebble in my mouth. “You’re so fucking hot,” I say, lowering to my knees and coming into head-on contact with his cock. “So hot,” I breathe as I lick along his hips.
“Christ, Chance. You might kill me.”
“Don’t you dare die,” I say as I grip his hips with my hands and kiss the tip of his stiff cock. “Not before I get a taste.”
His fingers thread through my hair, and I tease him a little more, letting my tongue slide through his slit and taste the beading precum.
“I knew you’d taste good.”
“Chance,” he practically whines, and I fucking love it.
I grin and then take the head of his cock into my mouth, sucking gently and swirling my tongue around the tip.
“Oh, God. Yes.” His hips punch forward, but he pulls back before he goes in too deep. “Oh fuck. Sorry. Shit. It’s been so damn long, and I . . .”
I look up at him and grasp his ass in my hands, pushing him further into my mouth, trying to relax my gag reflex because he’s definitely not small and has considerable length. But I’m no quitter, and I don’t stop until the head of his cock is in the back of my throat.
“Holy shit. Chance, I’m sorry. I’m not .
. .” He gasps, and I fucking love it, swallowing around him and then pulling back before sinking down on him again, hollowing my cheeks.
“I’m not going to last.” His fingers tighten in my hair, and my eyes water, but I’ve never been more turned-on in my entire life. “Oh, fuck.”
I need to get some air into my lungs, but I need him to come more. I squeeze his ass cheeks, and before I know it, he’s crying out and unloading into the back of my throat.
I do my best to swallow it all, but some of his cum falls from my lips as I suck in a much-needed breath and lick him clean, loving the way he babbles almost incoherently. His fingers, though, gently slide through my hair.
I slowly kiss my way up his body, all the way to his lips as I crash my mouth against his. He’s hungry for the kiss, swallowing my tongue and moaning as he tastes himself. I hump against his body shamelessly, wrapping my hand around my shaft as we kiss.
It doesn’t take long before my cum splashes against his spent cock. I kiss him even harder as I groan into his mouth, “So. Hot.”
“Mm-hmm,” he agrees. I pull back slowly, still sipping at his lips because I can’t get enough.
“Shower? Then a movie?”
He nods slowly. “Why did you ask me about my birthday.”
He takes my hand and leads me to his bedroom and the ensuite bathroom. I haven’t been in his room before, and it feels even more intimate than what we just did. He turns on the shower and then faces me, waiting for my answer. “Just want to know everything about you.”
He smiles now as he approaches me, cupping my face in his hands and kissing me softly. “When is yours?”
“May first.”
He grins and nods, directing me into the shower, and I go more than willingly.
We shower quietly and comfortably, like an old married couple who’s done this many times, and it feels incredible.
I didn’t waste a lot of time thinking about the future. I’m not sure I’ve ever even thought about being part of a couple. It never really felt like a possibility before. Not around here.
But now, as we wash each other and rinse off, drying with towels and he hands me a pair of his sweats to wear, it all feels so damn good.
It’s almost overwhelming.
Scary.
Because I know deep down, I don’t want to lose this.
And I’ll do anything I can to keep it.