Level Up (Franklin U 2, #4)

by Max Walker

The guy who caught it nearly made me stumble. Wow, was he good looking. Pretty, but also a little rugged, handsome. Square jaw with a rounded smile that softened those hard planes. He had green eyes that appeared to shine like gems under the backyard lights. “Thanks, bro,” he said, holding the ball out for me. “Want to give it a shot?” “Sure, why not?” I grabbed the ball from his hand, our fingertips grazing. Sparks flew. What the fuck?

Okay, so he wasn’t straight. That made him a serial killer. I had to go. Fast.

“Jay, anything you do, wear, or say, I’m probably going to like.” He looked like he was going to say some other smart, sarcastic comment that was going to make me want to kiss him even more.

“And how do you know I won’t be doing all the topping?” “Because we already talked about this that night we first met. We were drunk at Shenanigans, and you quickly made it known that you were a self-proclaimed dick-hungry bottom.”

“I already know you’re not a villain, Ry. Just prove to me you’re not a prince either.”

“You are dumb,” I said, with no actual teeth behind the word. “And you’re cute as fuck.” Now it was my turn to smile way too wide for my face.

“Like that? Say how much you like Daddy’s cock in your mouth.”

“That’s it, open up for Daddy. Take my fingers like a good fucking boy. That’s it.”

“Ryan,” I began—don’t think about it, don’t second-guess yourself, let it happen, let the words form—“Lets make this official.” A smile spread across Ryan’s lips. Dimples appeared where they weren’t before. “Fuck. Yes,” he replied.

If my tombstone read “death by suffocation from big, meaty thighs,” then everyone would know I died a happy boy.

“Ryan, you are my everything. You’ve always been my everything. I want you to keep being my everything. You’ve seen me fall, you’ve picked me back up, and you’ve seen and helped me grow from it. I want to keep making corny jokes with you, and waking up next to you, and hearing you mumble your witchy sleep-talking. I want to keep you in my heart for the rest of time.” He opened the box and a shiny gold band glittered inside. “Will you marry me?” I never had answered something as quickly as this. “Yes, Jay, abso-fucking-lutely, yes.”