Chapter 24 The Babysitters Game #4
The next morning, Fletcher awoke to Taylor sleeping soundly on his chest. And it was a very sweet sight, but holy hell this guy was a fucking furnace.
The sheets were drenched with sweat among other bodily fluids.
And Fletcher’s entire body hurt from the three rounds they had last night.
The first round was full of emotion. Taylor had just about told him the deepest, darkest parts of himself that he kept locked away.
And then Fletcher challenged him to a second round, hating the way it felt for Taylor to slide out of him completely.
It made him feel empty. Like he was just meant to have Taylor’s cock in him.
During the third round, Taylor insisted Fletcher ride him.
And that had probably become Fletcher’s newest favorite sex position.
He was able to take the reins and let Taylor relax and join the ride.
And the first time he had the pleasure of sitting down on Taylor’s concerningly large cock, it went so fucking deep that it hit his spot immediately.
Maybe gay sex wasn’t the worst thing in the world.
It was actually really, really fucking good.
But Fletcher still wondered if he was gay or not.
He didn’t necessarily enjoy women, but the thought of sleeping with any other man was still a huge turn-off.
Fletcher decided his sexual orientation was just Taylor.
It made sense in his mind. Outside of the bedroom he could keep up his reputation as a tough-as-hell hockey player.
But in the bedroom, he wasn’t afraid to take what he wanted and to give Taylor every part of himself in return.
An equal exchange, just the way Fletcher liked it.
It meant so much to him that Taylor trusted him enough to tell him.
It actually meant the world to Fletcher.
Taylor used to be the world’s biggest mystery, which drove Fletcher insane.
But now he understood why Taylor had been so guarded.
He did it to protect himself. And it broke his heart knowing Taylor went through the things he did.
Practically his whole childhood was letdowns after letdowns.
The kid had been set up to fail, but Taylor was so fucking strong. He made it out. He did the unthinkable.
Fletcher loved him so fucking much. He had probably loved him the first time he spoke to him if he was being honest with himself. But last night solidified everything for him. He and Taylor were meant to be together. He belonged to Fletcher just as much as Fletcher belonged to him. Taylor was his.
This was something that he earned all on his own.
Completely untouched by his dad. He was going to put in the work to prove to Taylor every single day that this was right.
It was special. It was real. They were going to figure it out.
Fletcher really didn’t know how they would get over the whole hockey thing.
But he wasn’t going to give up on Taylor. His Taylor. He fucking loved him.
It felt so good to have Taylor in his arms. To hold his lover. And Fletcher didn’t care how cheesy it was. Taylor was his lover. Fletcher wished he could shout it from the rooftops. Taylor was his. His, his, all fucking his.
He felt Taylor start to wake up in his arms and smiled down at him as Taylor opened his eyes. “Good morning,” Fletcher whispered. He could hear the footsteps of the Pancek family above them. He didn’t want to risk making a sound.
Taylor pressed a soft kiss to his chest. Above Fletcher’s heart.
He tried to control his breathing as Taylor kissed his way over to the left side of his chest. He put his hot mouth on Fletcher’s nipple and sucked on it softly.
Fletcher was already hard from his morning wood, but this just sent him over the edge.
“Fuck, Taylor,” he croaked out as Taylor continued to suck.
Taylor’s hand found his other nipple and began to pinch it and roll it around in his fingers.
This was…different. Fletcher didn’t think he’d like this, but holy hell he fucking liked it when Taylor did it.
He brushed Taylor’s dark hair back as he bit his bottom lip to try and quiet himself.
The sound of Taylor’s wet tongue lapping against his skin in the silence of the room just about set him over the edge.
“Mmm,” Taylor hummed against him. He quickly switched to the other side to give Fletcher’s right nipple the same treatment. Fletcher couldn’t help but reach down to grip his bulging erection that had tented up beneath the sheet.
Taylor quickly caught on and kissed his way down Fletcher’s body until he fully took Fletcher’s painful erection into his mouth.
Jolts of electricity temporarily paralyzed him as Taylor’s tongue swirled around his head and he let out the gruntiest little moan Fletcher had ever heard come from his mouth.
He always had a hard time controlling himself when he heard Taylor’s husky morning voice.
It was something he’d started dreaming about and looking forward to waking up to.
If only they could share a bed every night.
Maybe he could convince Taylor to move in with him, and they could be roommates who just so happened to share a bed.
Fletcher knew it would be way too soon, but he didn’t care if it meant waking up to this every morning.
“You taste so fucking good,” Taylor told him lowly.
Fletcher tugged at Taylor’s hair. He knew Taylor liked it almost as much as he knew Taylor liked to call him his “sweet boy” during sex.
Now that was something Fletcher would never get over.
He’d never thought that he’d like it, but with Taylor it just naturally came out.
He loved the way Taylor took care of him, and he loved it even more when Taylor let him know who exactly Fletcher belonged to.
Fletcher nearly busted at the sound of Taylor’s mouth contracting as he took Fletcher all the way in. His head hit the head of Taylor’s throat and Taylor let out a moan that made him fucking primal.
He breathed through his clenched teeth as Taylor expertly moved his head up and down. His mouth was so fucking warm around him.
“I’m close, babe,” Fletcher warned. He could feel the tingly feeling. It always started in his toes and slowly spread all the way up through his entire body before he started to shake. And Taylor had somehow memorized the way he knew he was about to finish.
Taylor reached up to playfully slap Fletcher’s cheek before Fletcher took his thumb into his mouth and sucked on it.
Because he knew Taylor loved it. And he loved the way Taylor loved it.
“Good boy, Fletch,” Taylor cooed. Any type of praise from him caused Fletcher’s head to spin.
“Whose good boy?” he asked before taking Fletcher over the edge.
Fletcher’s legs shook and his hips thrashed, shooting his cum down Taylor’s throat. Fletcher pulled tighter on Taylor’s hair as he rode the wave of pleasure before his entire body collapsed back down onto the bed. Taylor’s teeth grazed his length as he pulled off and leaned up to kiss Fletcher.
He would never get over tasting himself on Taylor. “Whose good boy are you?” Taylor asked deeply, sounding only the slightest bit commanding.
“Yours,” Fletcher answered before connecting their lips. He needed to taste him again. “Tell me I’m your boy,” he asked. He needed to hear Taylor say it. Before they had to get up and join the rest of the world. Fuck, he just needed to hear him say it.
Taylor nodded and smiled. “You’re my good boy, Fletcher. You’re such a good boy for me, sweetheart.” He pressed a kiss to Fletcher’s forehead. “You’re perfect.”
It was perfect. He could lay here all day. But it would never happen. The world kept spinning.
“Time to pop the bubble,” Fletcher said with a grin, playfully slapping Taylor’s cheek. He sat up and took a deep breath. Taylor groaned as he sat up too and pressed a kiss to the back of his shoulder.
“Shower?” Taylor asked.
Fletcher nodded. “Me first, handsome. Take care of these sheets before Mommy Gretch comes down to do your laundry,” he joked.
“Oh my God, Armstrong. I told you I do my own laundry. I’m a grown man!” Taylor protested.
Fletcher slipped back into his jeans from last night before grabbing the change of clothes he packed in his backpack and heading to the bathroom to take a quick shower.
He really wished Taylor was the one in here cleaning him, but for the sake of keeping up appearances he knew they needed to shower separately and make it seem like they slept in separate beds last night.
He threw on some clean clothes after toweling off, gave Taylor a kiss and a friendly grope before heading upstairs.
* * *
“Why wasn’t I invited to the sleepover?” Cap immediately asked as Fletcher came and joined them in the kitchen. Gretchen handed him a bowl and pointed him in the direction of cereal, opting for some Cheerios.
“Because your scary wife said no,” Fletcher joked. Gretchen shrugged and nodded in agreement.
“He needs to help me pee,” she explained casually, pointing to her baby bump. She was already fully dressed with a full face of makeup. Cap was still in his pajamas. Red flannel pants and a black T-shirt that read “I’m Too Pregnant for This,” that Taylor bought him as a joke.
“Last day of work until I’m officially retired!” Gretchen announced to everyone. Marina and Caleb both cheered.
“Wow! Retirement already? You look pretty good for your age,” Taylor joked as he walked into the kitchen with wet hair. He looked too good, Fletcher thought.
Gretchen sent him a death glare as Taylor filled a bowl of cereal with strawberry Special K and took a seat across from Fletcher.
“I told Mommy and Papa that we were really good,” Marina told him.
“And I told Marina that I wasn’t so sure about that. I saw the two of them sneak candy from the pantry before you guys came back upstairs,” Gretchen said.