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He runs his hand over my hair and walks away. After all the years of playing, there’s still anxiety before a game. You never know how it’s going to go, who will get hurt, which team will be hungrier for the win. Paul knows physical touch helps calm me, so he always makes sure to do something before we start warmups.
The man who has come to mean more to me than anyone else wants intimacy, but not sex. I can care for him, about him, but I can’t be in love with him.
Nothing has ever felt as right as this moment, with this man, in this room. He’s my everything. And that terrifies me. I’m so gone for this boy.
Brendon is a toucher, it’s just how he is. He needs it, but it’s killing me.
“Are you a needy little cock slut?” My body tenses, and my cock starts to thicken under the table. “Or maybe you’re a good little cock sucker? Hmm? Do you need some praise with your degradation?”
I’ve been living and breathing your touch lately. If I don’t come up for air, I’ll drown in you.
“You’re comfortable with me, I’m a cuddle whore, and orgasms are awesome. It’s a win-win.” Please don’t break my heart.
My best friend, the love of my fucking life, is in pain and fighting himself.
“You’re my favorite person. You’re my person. There’s nothing about you I would change. You hear me?”
“I can’t let you leave here a mess.” I smirk and pull his underwear back up over his hips. “Let’s get some dinner.”
It’s weird to come out. To feel like you have to announce to everyone what you like in bed.” He shakes his head. “Can you imagine if everyone had to do that?” He changes his tone, mimicking a woman. “I just want everyone to know that I like being humiliated and gangbanged. I didn’t choose this life, it chose me. This is the real me.”
“We shouldn’t care what other people think, but we all do.” He lays his head on my shoulder and sighs. “But if someone you’ve known a while judges you for it, they weren’t your person. You’ll find better ones who won’t care or judge.”
“You wanna come, Little Menace?”
“Excuse me?” I meet his gaze. “You want me to shove my hand up your pants to grab your boob?”
“Desperate, dirty cumslut.”
“Look at me.” I wait until his eyes open. “I love you, Brendon. You are mine, always.”
“I love you, Brendon, until my heart stops beating.” “Then I’ll make sure it never does.”
