Chapter 1 #2
“Don’t. Fucking. Stop,” he demands, breathless, and writhing under me.
I grip his hips and push the rest of the way in, causing him to whine and whimper.
“Yes, just like that.” The noises this boy makes can practically bring me to orgasm untouched.
He has never been shy about asking for exactly what he wants.
He wraps a hand around my wrist and tugs, leading me to his throat.
I follow his wordless instruction as I meet his lust-filled gaze, squeezing gently.
It’s just a physical reminder that he belongs to me.
Something that anchors my body to his. “Is this what you want, Harlan?” Moving my hand to his chin, I slide two fingers into his mouth, forcing him to gag.
“You take my cock so well, baby. Your ass was made for me.”
The tight grip of his hole is bordering on painful as I sink in and out of the warmth of his body. Slowly, so fucking slowly, he opens more for me, his body adjusting to my size. The pleasure of being inside him is almost too much—the way I’m immediately ready to come is embarrassing.
The sensations of fucking him are overwhelming in the best possible way.
The warmth of him surrounding my cock, the way he whimpers with his perfect lips, the smell that is so distinctly Harlan.
He clenches around my cock, letting out a low moan as he continues to meet me thrust for thrust. Propping myself on my elbows, I lean in to take his mouth with mine.
It’s a messy, feral connection; all teeth and tongue.
I pull back long enough to spit in his eager mouth, making him whine, before I dive back in.
He attempts to control the kiss, but I’m not willing to give up that control right now.
Kissing him is as familiar to me as breathing.
When I break the kiss to lick down his jaw, the salty taste of his skin has me growling.
“Mmmmm. My hole, fuck. You’re so big.” Harlan strokes his leaking cock, letting out another needy plea.
“I want to go to bed with you leaking out of me. It feels so good. You feel so good inside me, babe.” Sweat beads on my brow as I continue with a punishing pace, changing the movement of my hips in an attempt to find the spot that will unravel him completely.
His mouth, his grip on me—all of it—takes me over the edge.
My balls draw up, and I empty into him with a shout of his name.
“God, you’re so good for me, sweetness. Come for me.
” Shoving his hand out of the way, I take over stroking, while continuing to slide in and out of him, despite how oversensitive my own cockhead is.
His pupils are blown, the blue almost gone as he fucks into the vise grip I have on him.
He looks so beautiful coming undone for me.
A few more strokes have him flooding my hand with his release, and I lean down, taking his mouth in a bruising kiss. “Fucking perfect.”
Breathless and sweaty, I roll to my back.
Harlan snuggles into my side with a soft sigh, his damp curls brushing my neck.
As close as he is to me, I can feel the distance looming; a chasm threatening to separate us.
The orgasm isn’t enough to clear the dread that hangs in the air, but right now, he’s in my arms, and that’s what I need to stay focused on.
I’m not sure how, but we are going to figure this out.
Jobs, the government, a fucking ocean—none of it matters—he’s fucking mine.
“Stop thinking so hard,” he murmurs. I chuckle lightly, trying to shake off the heaviness.
“I love you. Let’s get some food. Practice kicked my ass.
” My stomach growls, finally making me take notice of my hunger since leaving the stadium.
We have two days off before we’re heading to LA for a three-game series.
Being first in our division in the middle of September is worthy of celebration.
It would take a lot of shit going wrong in order to take us out of first place.
As a team, we’ve worked our asses off to guarantee a spot in the playoffs, and hopefully that work gets the Sea Scorpions to the World Series.
“I love you most.” He kisses me gently and buries his face in my neck before reluctantly moving away. I revel in the affection, thankful, like always, for his presence.
Harlan climbs out of bed, pulling on my discarded Scorpions T-shirt.
Unsure of where my shorts went, I grab a new pair from my dresser and follow him downstairs to the kitchen.
While we prepare dinner, we navigate the space together as if we’ve been doing it for a lifetime.
There are so many ways that Harlan is ingrained in my life, and I can’t imagine not waking up with him every day.
My appetite evaporates, replaced by worry and anxiety.
Both of us are lost in our own thoughts when we sit at the dining room table to eat.
My head is a mess of ‘what ifs,’ and I’m guessing his is that much worse.
His brow is furrowed, with his cute nose scrunched, as he contemplates the food on his plate.
Staring at him across the table, I consider that this is another way I’ve taken his presence for granted.
“Not hungry either?” My voice pulls him from his thoughts.
Shaking his head slightly, he looks up at me. “Not particularly,” he sighs.
While we both travel a lot, we make it a habit to cook dinner and eat together as often as possible when we’re home.
Shifting my gaze to the window, I notice the small garden that neither one of us has managed to keep up on since we moved in.
The plant beds are overgrown with weeds, and now I wonder if we’ll ever have a chance to decorate out there.
We’ve been meaning to get furniture so we could sit out there when the weather is nice, but I guess none of that will matter if he has to leave.
Harlan’s voice cuts into my thoughts. “When is your next home stretch?”
“We fly out to LA on Thursday night. We play there Friday, Saturday, and Sunday afternoon. We’ll be home for a week after that.
One more away series, then home until the end of the regular season.
” I watch him as he pushes his chicken and rice around on his plate.
“Antonella and Enrique are coming to visit for a few days when I get back from LA.”
Harlan is close with my younger siblings, so I’m hoping that cheers him up a bit.
He smiles. “I’m pretty sure I knew before you, babe.
I talk to Antonella almost every day. We’re going to get pedicures and massages.
” Whenever my boyfriend and my sister are in the same city, you can find them getting pampered like royalty.
They are, obviously—royalty, that is. I can’t say no to either one of them, and they are always happy to team up against me to get what they want.
I return his smile. “I should have known better. You two are always plotting.” Antonella is the baby of the family, and my only sister.
She’s also the reason that Harlan and I met at RecklessX.
My younger brother, Enrique, and my sister visit frequently from Miami.
After a game a few years ago, they insisted on going to the very popular gay club.
Antonella met Harlan on the dance floor, and they clicked immediately.
I was a few beers in, just watching the crowd, when the two of them approached the bar for drinks.
In between giggles, my sister introduced me to her “new bestie,” and I was immediately captivated by him.
I had never seen a more attractive human in my life.
He had on a pair of loose black cargo pants that sat low on his hips, paired with a skintight white T-shirt.
His eyes were dark and smoky, and he smelled like sweat and strawberries.
I could not take my eyes off him, so when he asked me to dance, there was no chance that I would pass on the opportunity.
I invited him home with me, and he laughed in my face.
The way his eyes crinkled at the corners, humor dancing across his features—it only made me want him more.
The next morning, I woke to a text from a number I didn’t recognize, informing me that I was to take him on a date.
I never did thank Antonella for giving him my number.
I was a nervous wreck when I picked him up for our first date.
I knew then that he was going to keep me on my toes.
He didn’t disappoint. Harlan is quick-witted with a razor-sharp tongue.
He’s passionate and throws his all into everything he does, and that extends to our relationship.
He has become my biggest cheerleader, and he loves me so loudly and unapologetically that I often don’t feel worthy of him.
Six months after our first date, we moved into the townhouse I bought near Prospect Park.
Everything has always felt easy with him.
Traveling for more than half the year can be taxing on a relationship, but since his job has its own travel requirements, we’ve made it work for us.
There’s a level of understanding for the other that isn’t easy to find in a partner, and we’ve been incredibly fortunate.
“Let’s clean up and get some sleep, it’s been a long day,” he says gently, as he gathers our dishes.
“Why don’t you let me do that, and you go take a bath? Your day has been more stressful than mine.” Rising from my seat, I take the plates from him and plant a kiss on his forehead. “I’ll be up shortly.” There’s a pang in my chest as he thanks me quietly before he makes his way upstairs.
I make quick work of loading the dishwasher and packing up the leftovers.
Before rushing upstairs, I take a moment to pack Harlan’s lunch for tomorrow so he has one less thing to worry about in the morning.
He’s curled up in our bed, mindlessly scrolling his phone when I step into our room.
He’s removed his contacts, and the image of him with his thick-framed glasses has my dick twitching.
He smirks knowingly. “See something you like, babe?”
I growl at him before launching myself on the bed.
He giggles furiously as he tries to get away, but I pin him quickly with his hands above his head.
We both ignore the clatter of his phone as he watches me, affection painting his face.
“I see something I love, sweetness,” I tell him before taking his mouth with mine.
He tastes like mint, and I can smell the soft fragrance of his moisturizer. “You are my favorite human.”
Harlan melts into my kiss, going pliant under my hold.
He sweeps his tongue into my mouth before nibbling on my bottom lip.
Releasing his wrists, I run my hands from his thighs up his sides and back down.
He feeds me a moan as he sucks on my tongue, locking me in place with his legs around my waist. Before things get too heated, I pull back, meeting his intense gaze.
I kiss the constellation of freckles on the bridge of his nose, making him smile.
“Think you can go another round, Mr. Molina?”