Chapter 53
Alfie couldn’t help but feel like something was wrong. He still did not know who that man was who accosted Rhys in the parking lot. What he had even wanted. Alfie had only caught a few of the words exchanged, but they hadn’t meant anything to him.
Rhys had not spoken anything of it. Even now, he would rather give Alfie pleasure than say anything true. Alfie should push Rhys back, make him face whatever was going on. At least let Alfie in enough to help him stand against whatever trouble this meant.
Instead his mouth slid along the length of Alfie’s cock, his cheeks hollowing as he increased the suction, until all other thoughts fled from Alfie’s head. He should stop the words falling from his mouth. Words like ‘I love you’, ‘I need you’, ‘I don’t ever want to lose you’.
At least they came out in Spanish, so Rhys didn’t know how much of a fool Alfie truly was.
Rhys moaned as Alfie sank deep into his mouth. Rhys’s hand came up and cupped him, and Alfie detonated. He nearly slumped against Rhys as his legs lost all their strength. He remembered Rhys’s shoulder at the last minute and reeled back. He didn’t miss the flash of hurt in Rhys’s eyes.
For a moment, he thought they had done something to damage his shoulder more. He should have been better about discouraging Rhys. He was healing. He’d thought he had something going with Mel.
“Right,” Rhys said. “I know the drill. We shouldn’t have done this. It isn’t what you want. Don’t worry about it. I just wanted to let some steam off. Consider the valve sealed shut again.”
“Rhys.” His name scorched Alfie’s throat. “I did not want to hurt you. Your shoulder…”
“Is fine. I don’t have to move it to give you a blow job.” He flashed Alfie a grin, but it lacked its usual brightness.
Alfie could not stand that. He stepped forward, not caring his pants were hanging open. He pressed one hand to the small of Rhys’s back, so he was right up against Alfie’s chest. “That is not all it is,” he said, a little growl in his voice.
“It doesn’t have to be more,” Rhys said.
Alfie bent down and kissed him. He could taste himself on Rhys’s lips and felt a stirring. He ignored that, focusing on the feel of Rhys’s lips under his, and holding him still so he wouldn’t jar his shoulder.
Rhys took a step back. “If you keep doing that, stopping is going to be really difficult.”
“Who said I want to stop? I just do not want to hurt you. The team cannot afford to lose you for even longer.”
Another flash of something, but Alfie couldn’t read exactly what it was. He’d thought that was the perfect way to get through to Rhys. Everything for him was either sex or baseball. This time, at least, Rhys was the one who came up and pulled Alfie in for a kiss.
“I’m not going anywhere.” Even though they both knew that wasn’t a promise either of them could keep. Trades happened in baseball. Nothing they could do about it. For now, he took Rhys at his word.
“Then, lie back on the bed and let me show you how much I want you.”
Rhys let out a little whine as Alfie stepped away, but he sat down on the bed, lifting his foot up so he could take off his shoes. Alfie shoved his pants all the way down and off before coming over to kneel on the side of the bed.
“Let me do that.”
“I can…”
Alfie gently pushed Rhys back on the bed and finished taking off his shoes.
Rhys squirmed until his head was up by the pillows, and Alfie set a knee beside his hip, swinging his other leg over him.
“Stay still,” Alfie said. “If you move your shoulder, I’m going to stop.
I want you to feel good, not be in pain. ”
“How can I touch you if I don’t move?”
Alfie looked up at him, but the words he wanted to say felt like they lodged right in his throat. “Later,” he finally said. “You can touch me later.”
He pulled Rhys’s sweats down his legs, running a hand over each thigh, knee, and calf as he went, and Rhys’s breathing changed. Unfortunately the shirt would have to stay. It would take more maneuvering to get Rhys out of it than Alfie was capable of at the moment.
He did push it up so he could run his lips over the skin of Rhys’s stomach, his nose caressing the hair that ran in a line down his stomach to where his cock jutted up proudly.
Alfie didn’t take it into his mouth, not yet. Instead, he ran his nose along the base then down to give Rhys’s balls a lick and light suck into his mouth. “Shit. Fuck. Damn, that feels good,” Rhys said.
Alfie hummed and continued kissing Rhys’s thighs, nipping at his balls and then giving the underside of his cock a long lick. Rhys muttered curse words mixed in with praise until Alfie rose up on his elbows and took Rhys’s cock into his mouth. Not slowly, but the whole thing at once.
Rhys’s hips came up off the bed, but Alfie pressed him back down.
He wouldn’t do this if it would end up hurting Rhys in the long run.
Rhys’s nails ran over Alfie’s shoulders as he clung to him.
Alfie pulled almost all the way off then sank back down again.
More words tumbled from Rhys’s lips, half of them not making any sense.
Alfie cupped one hand around Rhys’s scrotum, squeezing slightly, as one finger on the other hand probed at his hole.
“Shit, shit, shit,” Rhys chanted. “Going to come. I’m going to come, Alfie.”
Good. That was entirely the point. He took Rhys in deeper, scraping his teeth along the underside of Rhys’s cock.
“Fuck.” Rhys’s thighs flexed as his heels dug into the bed beside Alfie. Alfie felt him explode over his tongue. He gave him one final lick and slid up his body, which still trembled from the orgasm.
When Alfie lay fully beside him, Rhys slid a hand behind his head and pulled him in for a kiss. “Stay?” he murmured. “Just tonight?”
Alfie wrapped his arms around Rhys but didn’t say anything. He hoped his heart would survive this.