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You look like you’re thinking about baby unicorns. Your face is so sweet I could gag.”
“What do you think your optimal state of stress and arousal is?” Foster’s eyes are wide, and he looks torn between laughing and … well, something that’s not laughing but seems equally offensive. “I think I might have just found it.” “Excuse me?” “Never mind. Look, I think we should put a pin in it tonight. Think about practice, but try to narrow it down to how each person behaved out there, rather than looking at the team as a whole.” I scowl. “Well, that’s not going to work.” “Why?” “Because I was only paying attention to you.”
“Yup. I like hearts not parts. Although, I think that’s technically the pan slogan.”
The small smile that appears on Zach’s face is enough to know that even though I should stick to the original deal where I check in on him, there’s no way I will. That one smile gives me more purpose than anything else ever has other than hockey.
I honestly don’t know what I’m doing when I lean forward and press my lips to his.
My lips tingle at the memory of his mouth, and even though I might have fucked the entire team’s chances this year, I can’t help thinking it was still worth it.
“Mocking is cruel. Teasing makes you flustered, and you’re ridiculously cute when you’re flustered.”
My phone vibrates in my pocket, and my mind immediately thinks it’s Zach, like our dicks have synced and can sense when the other one is needy.
As for him, well, he only needs to look at me sideways and I’m panting.
Maybe I have a corruption kink. Zach’s inexperience kinda does it for me, and I wonder if I should feel ashamed about that. I don’t, but I wonder if I should.
“Stop dry humping my back.”
“There’s a sorting hat. Like in Harry Potter. It wasn’t even placed on my head before it screamed, ‘Top!’ and then all the other tops welcomed me to their house.”
I wish I could label myself as any hole’s a goal, but apparently that’s crass. Who knew?”
“Sex concussion. That’s badass.”
“I want you to feel every inch of me,” I mumble in his ear. “How hard I am for you.” I reach around him and wrap my fingers around his cock. “What you do to me.”
At his name, he stiffens, and his ass tightens around my cock so hard I almost pass out.
And for the first time ever, needing someone doesn’t feel like a weakness.
“It’s been a while since I’ve been sure. B-but I, ah, sort of don’t know how to—” “I love you.” My heart stops. Restarts. I process the words. Then I punch him in the shoulder. “Excuse me, that was my line.” Foster shrugs. “You snooze. You lose.”
Foster’s lips brush mine. “Say it.” And how can I not? How can I hold back something so big that it both confuses me and seems blindingly clear? “I love you too.” “Of course you do.” Foster’s lips find my ear. “But I loved you first.”
Hey, I’d really love it if you created a new team so I can be close to my boyfriend and blow him on the regular. Great idea? Thanks.
