Chapter Eleven Rome #2
I watched as Alex wilted on the stool as if all his energy drained from his body. I was beside him in a heartbeat, taking the stool next to him and propping him up.
“He’s been texting me,” Alex offered to me.
“Asking…” He licked his lips. “Asking for me back. He’s got some kind of head injury that causes aggression.
Said it’s why he… well…” Alex looked at me and it was like his irises were forged in guilt.
“It’s been putting me on edge. I call Devin every time he contacts me.
” He blinked and looked away. “And… and it… this sounds crazy, but it feels like cheating on you every time I read one of his texts.” He laughed, something half-hearted, half-crazed.
“Which is insanity because it isn’t like we’re… ”
Alex growled out a frustrated noise. “No,” he continued, “that’s not what I meant. No, I… see, what I…”
I spun him on his stool so he fully faced me, then took his face in both my hands. “Tell me what you need to tell me, Alex. Just say everything as plain as day. I’m a big boy. I can handle it. But don’t torture yourself trying to find the right words. Just say them.”
I removed my hands and before I could put them in my lap, Alex grabbed both of them.
“I’m falling for you big-time, Rome. We haven’t made anything official because it’s clear to me we’re on a course for something amazing and I have zero interest in keeping my options open and I know you feel the same.
I never said anything about Ricky harassing me because I didn’t want to burden you with my past baggage that I was stupid enough to carry in the first place.
” He took in a deep breath and barreled forward.
“I haven’t blocked Ricky like my brother wants me to because there’s a piece of me that does feel sad and guilty.
His head injury appears to be a legit thing.
If he truly is apologizing to me for what he did, I won’t accept him back, but I feel like it’s the right thing to do, to let him apologize. Everyone’s got their demons.”
I lifted one of his hands and kissed the back of it.
Opened his hand to kiss his palm. “Devin said you need time to process what Ricky did to you. I think he’s right.
I think you’ve been distracted by us. That’s why you think those texts are harassment, when in reality, they’re reminders that you’re running from something you haven’t confronted. ”
Alex’s mouth had been dropping the more I talked. “That… that was incredibly insightful.” He had reacted the same way when I judged him for his Mario Kart selection.
I kissed his palm again, smiled, and lowered his hand. “You need to confront those things, Alex. You can’t run from it. And I’m distracting you too much.” He started to speak but I talked over him. “I’m not breaking up with you. That’s crazy talk. What I am doing is making sure you focus on you.”
I pulled my phone from my pocket and thumbed the calendar. “Today is the nineteenth. The next four games are home games. Then on the twenty-fourth we fly to Jacksonville.”
Alex’s finger came beside mine as he pointed to the twenty-sixth. “Your flight back from Jacksonville. When you’re coming out to your teammates.”
I nodded and touched the twenty-seventh with my index finger and selected the option for a reminder.
“Let’s have dinner. We can get caught up.
I want to tell you all about how coming out went but I want you to report back on things, too.
Okay?” He gave me a quizzical look. “You said check-ins are the best way to communicate. That’s what we need to do.
” I saved the date and turned the screen off.
“I sense a ‘but’ in there,” Alex said.
“Let’s enjoy each other’s company tonight.” My lips fumbled awkwardly through the word, knowing exactly how I meant it. “But I think we should hold off on seeing each other until the twenty-seventh. It’ll make it that much more special.”
“I think…” He pressed his lips together and looked at the ground. “I think that’s a good idea. I promise I won’t text you every five minutes.” He held up a finger. “But I will text you before and after each game. If that’s okay?”
I reached my hand forward and cupped his cheek. “Please, never stop doing that. The first thing I do when I’m done with a game is check my phone for a text from you.”
“It’s a deal then,” Alex said as he stood from the stool, yanked me to my feet, and wrapped his arms around me.
The sudden physical embrace stoked a new fire to life and the reaction was instant.
Alex, having obviously felt it, pulled back but still kept his arms around me.
“Well, you did say to enjoy each other’s company tonight. ”
I playfully pushed him away but he deftly brushed my hands and slipped right inside my guard.
His lips touched mine at the same time his hand slipped down the waistband of my shorts.
I groaned in his mouth and he swallowed my pleasure.
He squeezed my hardness and pulled me by that same hand toward the darkened living room.
“If we won’t be seeing each other for the next eight days,” Alex cooed in my ear as he cock-walked me to the couch, “you have to do everything I tell you tonight. Deal?”
“Sure thing, coach,” I said with a grin.
“Coach?” His hand squeezed me and I shuddered. “Oh, I’m likin’ that.”
“Good,” I said as a building lust swelled within me. “Teach me a few things, will you?”
“Sit,” Alex commanded. I crashed into the corner seat of my couch while Alex stood. I started to pull down my shorts, but he said, “Ah-ah. I didn’t say to do that yet.”
My breathing went shallow. My hardness grew painful, throbbing with the beat of my rapid heart. “What should I do, then?” I asked.
“I already told you,” Alex said as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and pushed down. “Sit.”
His shorts and boxers dropped. Cock springing free. My eyes traced his nakedness, found the desire in his eyes, the slight tremble in his hands as he stepped forward and wiggled his way onto my lap. My hands went to his hips but he slapped them away.
“Just. Sit.” His voice cut through the silence as he pressed his lips against my ear. My dick strained in my shorts at the heat that pressed through from his ass. His own hard cock rubbed against my shirt as his hands grabbed my shoulders.
He pressed our mouths together and I let him take his need from me.
My hands lay still by my side as his naked body pressed fully into mine.
My hands itched to reach forward and stroke his cock, to run my thumb along the heaviness of his balls and make him shiver.
But, as coach said, I remained still and let him take the lead.
Alex put his hands on the hem of my shirt and started to lift, but paused when I moved my hands to help. He leaned back and gave me a look. I playfully rolled me eyes and put my hands back as he lifted my shirt up my body, the collar snapping over my chin. He kept it there. Blinded.
I felt his fingers curl inside the band of my shorts. My breath caught in my throat as he yanked them down, my boxers with them. His hands went back to my head and ensured my shirt stayed on the top portion of my face, unable to see him, but my mouth and chin were exposed.
Alex’s skin was back on mine. His hardness pressed into my stomach, into me, as he straddled me once more.
His mouth on my mouth. A kiss so deep I thought I would climax just from feeling the heat of his ass on me.
Our dicks slid together. I felt a ribbon of precome ooze out from mine and slick his, priming him for something more.
I felt Alex’s body pull away and heard him shuffle as my mouth dropped open in anticipation of our next kiss. He collided back into me, but in an awkward way. His skin was on my skin but…
He pressed hard against my chest. Braced against me. Then I felt his bare feet press on my knees.
Feet on my knees…?
He yanked my shirt off my head. He was sitting in my lap, his back to my chest, his feet on my legs to help with leverage.
His hands went between our legs and both grabbed my cock as he lifted and lowered, lifted and lowered, the heat of his ass sliding against me.
One of my hands went to grab his cock, the other went to his throat where I directed his head to turn, to kiss, to give.
Alex allowed more control. I lifted my hips to ease into his hands, stroking my cock.
Two hands . I craned my neck to look. Something about the sight of him needing two hands to pleasure me gave me even more pleasure.
I generally used two hands when having fun with myself and the fact that he picked up on it made me harder.
The way his fingertips brushed against my balls, the other hand running up and down the length of me, slicking my cock with my own precome…
His feet dropped from my knees, landed on the floor, as his thighs then squeezed at the base of my cock.
He worked his hips something fierce, gyrating and pumping the air as my dick slid in between his squeezed thighs.
For a moment I lost my own grip on his dick as a wave of pleasure seized me.
My breath constricted and my focus went entirely to my own needs.
Both hands went to his hips. Teeth sunk into the base of his neck.
“You like that?” he asked me.
I couldn’t answer. I could only continually buck my hips up. When the head of my cock slid down and then up between his thighs, almost like…
“I want you to come,” he said as his hands slapped down on the couch for leverage to work his body against mine. “Come for me, Rome.”