Chapter 23 The Good Game
The Good Game
Taylor: So when are you planning on telling me about Boston?
Emogen: Wym
Emogen: Why’d you leave Briar in the club?
Taylor: Stop deflecting
Taylor: I know what happened
Emogen: So why are you asking me about it
Taylor: How long has it been?
Emogen: Since right after New Year’s
Emogen: Look, we can talk about it in person the next time I see you. I gtg ily
Taylor: I’m holding you to your word, Emmy
Taylor was still in complete disbelief over the fact that Emogen and Corinna had slept together. Douglas had been in such a wreck over it. But when he told Taylor that they weren’t compatible, he thought it meant they just had a lot of disagreements or something.
Taylor closed out of his message thread with Emogen and started to write out another text to Fletcher.
Taylor: Are you busy right now?
Fletcher: *1322
Taylor: What is that supposed to mean?
Fletcher: Let yourself in. Don’t forget to take your shoes off.
Taylor: Are you asking me to come over?
Fletcher: Attachment: One Image
Fletcher: *1322. Shoes off!
Taylor’s mouth dropped open as he clicked on the image to see the nude that Fletcher had sent him. He was hard, and now Taylor was too.
Taylor grabbed his jacket and his keys as he ran up the creaky wooden steps and headed to the garage. He hopped into his truck and started the engine before quickly speeding over to Fletcher’s.
He punched in the code to his front door and quickly took his shoes off before speed-walking into Fletcher’s bedroom. Fletcher was sprawled out on his bed, completely naked with a suggestive look on his face. He had his hand wrapped around himself as he looked up at Taylor and smiled. “Hey, baby.”
“Fuck,” Taylor muttered before he shrugged out of his jacket and pulled his shirt off. Fletcher sat up and reached over to unzip Taylor’s jeans with no sense of urgency. He placed a kiss on Taylor’s stomach.
“How long have you been like this?” Taylor asked as he tugged his pants down and leaned down to give Fletcher a quick kiss on his lips.
Fletcher wrapped his arms around Taylor and pulled him down on top of him.
He ran his hand through Taylor’s hair and kissed him on his temple.
“Since you first texted me,” he answered. “I’ve been edging myself.”
“Fucking hell, Fletch.” Taylor reached down to stroke him. “Sit up against the headboard for me. Pull your knees up but keep those legs spread.”
Fletcher rolled out from under him and scooted up to the headboard. Taylor moved in between his legs and kissed the inside of his thigh.
“I need your mouth on me,” Fletcher said hoarsely. “I’ve already waited thirty minutes.”
Taylor leaned up and kissed him. “How much longer do you think you could last?” He challenged. Fletcher groaned and reached down to grab himself, but Taylor quickly grabbed his wrist. He pinned the wrist behind Fletcher’s back as he leaned in to kiss his neck.
“Baby, please,” Fletcher whined. “This is really fucking painful.”
Taylor kept kissing his neck as he snickered. “Answer the question, Fletcher,” he told him more assertively.
Fletcher let out a frustrated grunt. “Not long. Please suck me.”
Taylor kissed his way down to Fletcher’s cock before fully taking him into his mouth. His head moved up and down as Fletcher let out a series of audible gasps. “That’s good, baby. Fuck. Your tongue is like fucking heaven.”
Taylor loved the way Fletcher called him baby. He had never been the type to throw around pet names while he was with other girls. Not even Emogen. But when Fletcher did it nearly made him finish hands free.
Taylor could tell Fletcher was close to finishing. His legs began to shake. He put his hand on Taylor’s cheek and tried to insert his thumb, but a third voice caused them both to freeze.
“Armstrong, you home, man?” Douglas called out.
Fletcher pushed Taylor’s head back down. “Please just finish me off. He’ll go away,” he whimpered. Taylor didn’t know if he could believe him, but he really didn’t want to stop sucking Fletcher off.
Taylor hummed as he quickly started to move up and down again. Fletcher thrust his hips up to get deeper.
“Armstrong?” Douglas called out again.
Fletcher threw his head back on his pillow and rubbed his eyes. “Fucking fuck.”
Taylor reluctantly pulled off.
“No fucking way,” Fletcher groaned again. Taylor couldn’t help but smile in disbelief.
“Looks like you’ll have to wait a little longer, sweet boy.” Taylor quickly crawled off the bed and slipped back into his jeans, pretending to ignore the way his cock protested the moment it had been constricted by the denim. If Fletcher had to wait, then so did he.
“How am I even supposed to explain why you’re here?” Fletcher whispered as he slipped into some sweatpants. He picked Taylor’s shirt up off the floor and threw it on.
“That’s my shirt you fucker,” Taylor hissed.
“Hello??? Anyone home? I see shoes by the door,” Douglas called out.
Fletcher pulled open his dresser and threw a plain white tee at Taylor.
“Tell him we just went on a run and I needed to use the bathroom really quickly.” Taylor slipped on the shirt and followed Fletcher out of his room.
Douglas sat at the kitchen island with a beer in his hand and three more besides him. He turned around once he heard footsteps. “Piers? What are you doing here?” he asked. “I didn’t know you and Armstrong even knew each other, really,” he joked. They all laughed as Douglas handed them both a beer.
“You just let yourself in?” Taylor asked him.
Douglas shrugged as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “We’re best friends. Why wouldn’t I? Plus, I have his spare key.”
“Actually, you can leave that here with me. The keypad is working now so you don’t need a key.”
“Oh shit, man. What’s the code?” Douglas asked.
“It’s four zeroes,” Fletcher lied, sounding annoyed.
“Right on, man.”
Douglas, it turns out, had come over because he claimed to be upset over his breakup.
But then he immediately opened Fletcher’s pantry.
“You know, I’m really tired of coming in here and not finding anything swee—oh shit, you bought some Oreos?
” he asked as he pulled out a brand-new pack of gluten-free Oreos.
He put them down on the kitchen island and peeled open the package.
“You just knew I needed something sweet. God, you’re the best, Armstrong. Maybe I should just date you instead.”
Fletcher scoffed. “Sorry man, I don’t think I’d be interested in one of your little threesomes.”
Taylor choked on his beer and turned to Fletcher. “Did you know?” he asked him accusingly. Fletcher made a confused look, taken aback by Taylor’s sudden mood change.
“Know he and Corinna were having threesomes?” he asked.
“Threesomes with Emogen,” Taylor corrected him. He turned to Douglas. “How many times have you slept with my ex-girlfriend?”
“Dude, I didn’t sleep with her. Corinna did. She and I kind of just… tag teamed it, I guess.”
Taylor narrowed his eyes. “You tag teamed it? How am I supposed to believe you haven’t been sleeping with her? Since New Year’s.”
Douglas threw his hands up. “Corinna’s the one she was interested in sleeping with. Why are you so jealous? I thought you guys were broken up.”
“Yeah, Piers. Why so jealous?” Fletcher chimed in, sounding accusatory.
Taylor looked at him and scoffed. “Whatever. I should probably go. This has all left a very bad…taste in my mouth,” he told the both of them.
“Are you sure about that?” Fletcher pressed, sounding heated. Jesus.
Douglas walked over with a cookie in his hand as he slapped his hands onto Taylor’s shoulders. “Dude, I’m telling you that nothing happened between me and her. With Corinna, definitely. But I would never do that to you man. I promise.”
Taylor offered him a weak smile. Douglas wouldn’t lie about something like this. “Okay, man. I believe you. Sorry for doubting you,” he apologized. Douglas put the cookie in Taylor’s mouth and gave him a playful slap before picking up the rest of the pack and plopping down on the end of the couch.
He and Fletcher followed. Fletcher took up the opposite end, which meant Taylor had to awkwardly sit in the middle. “Do you guys want to watch a movie?” Fletcher asked.
“Yeah, let’s do some Avengers. I’m feeling Civil War,” Douglas answered. Fletcher reached over for the remote and chucked it at Douglas.
“Have at it, man.”
While Douglas tried to find the movie, and inadvertently deciding he wanted to find a different one, Taylor felt his phone buzz in his pocket. He reached into his pocket and pulled it out.
Fletcher: Are you still sleeping with her?
Taylor looked over at Fletcher, but he kept his eyes on the TV. Taylor quickly typed out a response.
Taylor: No, I’m seeing you. Please don’t be jealous. You’re the only one.
Fletcher picked up his phone and began typing.
Fletcher: I’m not jealous of anyone. I just feel like I have a right to know
Taylor: Why, because you like sucking my cock?
Fletcher: Not if you’re sticking it into someone else
Taylor: What if I stuck it in you
Fletcher let out a choking noise. Taylor looked over at him and noticed his face was red.
Fletcher: Stuck it in where?
Taylor: Where would you want me to stick it in?
Fletcher: you really only have two options… Since we’ve already tried my mouth, I think we need to explore the other option
This time Taylor let out a disgruntled noise.
“Are you guys okay?” Douglas asked, eyes still transfixed on the TV.
“Yeah, all good Doug,” Fletcher answered.
Douglas finally gave up on finding a movie and played Avengers Endgame. Taylor truthfully did try and focus on the movie, but Fletcher made it extremely difficult.
He got up and grabbed two blankets he kept beside the couch. He tossed one over to Douglas. “You literally just read my mind, Armstrong,” Douglas told him. “God, you’re like so attentive, you know.”