Chapter Three #2
“I like the TV, too,” Geo chuckled as the screen flashed to life.
He flipped through channels until he landed on the game, and my admiration only grew.
The players spanned across the screen in such high definition that I could see every bead of sweat on their brows.
Through a hidden surround sound system, I heard every squeak of their sneakers and the roar of the crowd all around me.
I felt completely enveloped in the game.
Geo broke my trance by asking, “So, what is the madness?”
“I’m sorry?” He pointed to the March Madness logo in the corner of the screen.
“Oh, March Madness is the yearly tournament for college basketball teams. It starts with a couple of knockout rounds, then goes to the sweet sixteen, elite eight, which is where we are now, then the final four, and then the championship.”
“Our team has made it to the top eight?” He asked, and my heart warmed. He was already aligning himself with the fandom just because I was in it. “That’s exciting!” I nodded my agreement, and he asked, “Have you ever been to a tournament game in person?”
“Unfortunately, no; I’ve always wanted to, though. Tickets are pretty expensive and they sell out fast.”
His gaze flickered down to his plate, and he said quietly, “Maybe we can go to one next year.”
If my heart was warm earlier, it was on fire now. Geo was planning ahead, declaring in his own quietly confident way that he was in this long-term. He was a bit guarded, but his intentions were clear. I was determined to make mine clear as well.
I reached over and cupped his cheek in my hand, waiting patiently until he looked at me. “That sounds perfect.”
“Really?” I nodded, and he briefly trapped his bottom lip between his teeth. “You do realize I said ‘we’, right? Like we’d go together? And be together-together? A year from now?”
I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my lips. “I do. That’s why it sounded so good.”
Any sign of Geo’s shyness disappeared when he leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine. My eyes slid shut, and I turned myself over to the moment. My hand slid to the back of his head, my fingers burying in his soft locks as his lips parted.
I slid my tongue against his, tasting the tangy ketchup on his taste buds.
Geo gave a quiet moan and my grip tightened in his hair.
I worried about hurting him, but before I could adjust my hold, his groan turned hungrier.
I kissed him harder, our tongues twisting faster, no speed quickly enough to devour him.
I forgot about dinner, the game, everything except Geo’s flavor, and the need to get more of it. My pulse raced, sending my blood speeding through my veins; waking up every nerve and synapse. I could feel my heartbeat in my groin as my cock swelled with need.
At the sound of raucous applause, Geo pulled away suddenly, and I had to catch myself with a hand on the floor so I didn’t fall on him. “What happened?” he asked breathlessly, looking in the direction of the TV.
I blinked hard, trying to focus my blurry eyes.
I followed his gaze, and it took a solid ten seconds for blood to reach my brain again, helping me remember what sport I was looking at.
“Oh, um…” It was another five seconds before I realized what had happened.
“Our team came back from behind. They’re up by two now.
Actually, make that four,” I corrected as the Huskies sank another shot.
“This is exciting! I can see why you like this; I’m hooked.”
His smile was infectious. I rubbed my hand across his back as we ate and watched the game.
Geo asked dozens of questions about fouls, the three-point line, and why the coaches were yelling so much.
I loved every single one of them. His interest made me look deeper into the game, and it was as if I was experiencing it for the first time again.
I had always loved the sport, but watching it with the right person made me appreciate it even more.
“This game is making me sweat,” Geo sighed once halftime began.
“And now you understand the madness title.”
He nodded with a smile. “I definitely do. But I think I have just the thing to help us relax.” He stood up, gathered our dishes, and disappeared from the room, returning just a few moments later juggling an armload of items.
“Do you need help?” I offered, preparing to stand, but Geo shook his head.
“Nope; I got it. I want you to just sit and relax.”
He dropped the items onto the coffee table and began assembling them; he placed a ceramic bowl on a stand and slid a candle beneath it. Once he lit the wick, he left the room again. When he returned the second time, Geo was carrying a variety of food items.
Next to the bowl, he placed an elongated plate which held chopped strawberries and bananas, marshmallows, and pretzels. He poured a heaping pile of chocolate chips into the bowl hovering over the flame, and I smiled.
“Chocolate fondue,” I said aloud as it clicked in my head what was happening. “This is so thoughtful, Geo. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” He lifted a fork from the plate and swirled it through the chips, which melted quickly. Geo stabbed a strawberry and swirled it through the creamy chocolate and held it to my mouth.
I wrapped my lips around the fruit and popped it free from the fork, humming when the flavor hit my tongue, the perfect blend of sweet and tart.
I collected a banana slice and dipped it in the liquid before passing it between Geo’s teeth.
His answering moan of approval gave me the same pulse-pounding, pants-tightening sensation as earlier.
We took turns feeding each other the sweet and savory treats. Eventually, we gave up on the forks and used our hands, each of us taking care to lick every drop of chocolate from the other’s skin. If I thought my pants were tight before, I was damn near about to blow my zipper apart.
Emboldened by my own lust and the needy look in Geo’s eyes, I skipped the fruit and dipped the tip of my thumb and forefinger into the bowl. When Geo narrowed his gaze in confusion, I explained, “There’s something else I want to nibble on.”
“Do…you want me to go grab it from the kitchen?” The sweet man’s offer was sincere, his words were laced with hope and heat, as if he wasn’t fully allowing himself to believe what he wanted to hear.
“No, what I want is right here.” I reached over and gently pinched the lobe of his ear between my fingers, covering his skin in sweetness. I leaned in close and heard his breath catch as I replaced my fingertips with my lips, sucking gingerly.
His answering moan made me want more, so I slid my digits down the side of his neck. It looked as if my very skin was melting onto his own because of the brown color left in my wake.
I kissed down the chocolate line, feeling goosebumps rise beneath my lips. I smiled and licked a slow, wet line back up to his lobe, clearing away every drop of chocolaty goodness. “Delicious,” I whispered into his ear, grinning wider when he shivered.
“I think…” Geo began before clearing the huskiness from his voice, “I think I’d like to try that treat as well.”
Just as I’d done, Geo dipped his fingers into the melted concoction before trailing them down the side of my neck. He’d collected more than I had, though, and the liquid trickled down towards the collar of my shirt.
“Maybe I should take this off to keep it clean,” I suggested, tugging at the hem of the cotton. I didn’t actually care about my shirt getting dirty, but I would absolutely remove it.
Geo swallowed hard. “Good idea.”
I whipped off my top and Geo’s jaw dropped as my shirt crumpled to the floor. His eyes quickly scanned over my form, taking in the sight of my smooth, dark skin lying over mounds of sleek muscle. I took pride in keeping my body tight and toned, and it appeared Geo appreciated the work as well.
“Jamal, your body is incredible,” he said quietly, his voice full of reverent heat.
My body was also responding to his words and gaze. My pulse raced and my cock swelled until it was uncomfortably hard and trapped behind my zipper.
“I would hate for your shirt to get dirty as well,” I suggested, though I would never push him for more than he was comfortable with. His ornery smile told me I had nothing to worry about.
“True.” He held up his fudgy fingers and asked, “Could you help me out?”
The question was barely past his lips before I pounced, lifting his top from around his neck. I took extra care when freeing his hands, making sure to keep the fabric clean. And then it was my turn to stare, memorizing every inch of his hairless, creamy skin on his taut frame.
Before I could find my words to tell him how beautiful and breathtaking he was, Geo surprised me by redipping his fingers and lightly slapping my chest, dragging his hand down my torso.
Hunger burned in his eyes, and I wanted to make it as easy as possible for him to satisfy his appetite, so I shifted to lie flat on my back.
As I lowered to the floor, Geo pushed the coffee table away to give me more room. The wax in the tiny candle holder sloshed and extinguished the flame, but there was a fire burning between us that couldn’t be extinguished.
It only grew hotter as Geo straddled my ankles and slowly crawled up my legs, keeping his eyes trained on mine. My sweet man became a sexy animal stalking his prey. And I wanted to be caught.
His gaze held mine as he pressed his tongue just above my navel.
There was no chocolate on that patch of skin, but Geo hummed his approval just the same.
He licked up my chest, his tongue gliding smoother when it came in contact with the candy spread across me.
He licked and lapped, taking extra care of my nipples, sucking them into his mouth as they hardened into pointed beads.
My eyes fought to roll back, but I didn’t want to miss a moment.