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Colton had become his priority in ways he tried not to think about too closely.
Your network saved a man’s life today, and it’s going to again. You need to know that.”
My social life centers entirely on you. A better question would be, do you have plans tonight? Colton bit his lip. He swiveled left and right in his chair, trying not to grin. I’d like to take you out on a date.
It’s a surprise. :) Can I pick you up at five? In the kitchen at home? LOL. Sure. This will be my first date in twenty-one years. ;) I’ll make sure it’s worth the wait.
I love them so much
As soon as they hit the city limit, he reached across the dash and took Nick’s hand. He brought it to his lips, then laced their fingers together and laid their hands over his thigh.
“We’ve never watched a game together.” “Every game I’ve been to this past year, you were playing in.” “Tonight, we get to watch a game together.”
That’s all Colton had wanted, anyway: for Nick to have the stuffed animal he’d won. He wanted to throw his arm around Nick’s shoulders, too. Dig out his class ring and put it on a chain and let Nick wear it under his T-shirt. He bet Nick would look good in his letterman jacket.
I'm swooning
August moon.
I love that band
As they neared the top, Colton scooted around to cuddle up to Nick. The sparkle and glitter from the fair caressed Nick’s cheeks, while the moonlight teased out the flecks of silver dotting his temples. Starlight slipped into the laugh lines around his eyes. He was so beautiful.
“Are you having fun?” He brushed his nose against Nick’s. “I always do with you.” “Awesome,” he whispered, capturing Nick’s lips in a gentle kiss as the Ferris wheel slowed and stopped.
“Think you’re getting to second base, hotshot?” Colton glanced at his back seat. “Well, there’s a reason I drove the truck…” “And here I thought you were being a gentleman.”
No, he wanted to keep this moment sweet, like the cotton candy he still tasted on Nick’s lips and the look in Nick’s eyes when he’d fingered the stuffed rose of the little longhorn that Colton had won for him.
“What is it?” Nick whispered. “What are you thinking?” “Will you make love to me?”
“Colton… Are you sure?” “Yes.” “That’s… a big step. Something like that, it means a lot. Are you sure you want—” Nick whispered. “I want you to make love to me, Nick.
“You are very special to me,” Nick whispered against his pounding pulse.
If you love me, I’ll stay forever.
I love you. He tested the words in his mind. “I love you,” he whispered. The moon didn’t fall, and the grasses didn’t wither, and Nick didn’t wake up.
<333
“I love you,” he whispered again, this time to Nick’s hand as he kissed the bend of his thumb. He rolled Nick’s hand carefully, then planted a kiss on Nick’s ring finger. One day, I hope.
They are KILLING me
Nick’s scent, as familiar to him now as his own. As comfortable as the smell of a football and fresh-cut grass.
Fifty-nine, fifty-eight, fifty-seven… He started counting seconds, would count down the minutes, sixty times sixty, until he could follow Nick home.
Every surface was covered in clusters of candles.
My weakness
He slid a glass of red wine across the island to Colton. “Welcome home.” “Is this all—” “For you? Yes.” Nick’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He bit his lip, rolled the flesh between his teeth. His pupils caught the dancing flames as his eyes traveled down Colton’s body.
The wine, the candlelight, Nick, everything went right to his head. He blinked, and the world seemed to soften. Shift slightly, like he was stepping on a carousel starting to spin.
Nick coming home and lighting a hundred candles for him. Nick planning this, imagining this, preparing this for the two of them. Nick thinking about this. Nick wanting this—him—too.
“You’re beautiful, Colton. Sometimes I can’t breathe when I look at you.”
He nibbled his way back up Colton’s chest and stopped to suck a kiss bruise into the low, hidden angle where his neck and his shoulder met. Low enough to hide under a T-shirt, but close enough to the collar to be scandalous. It was possessive, like Nick was laying claim to him, something he’d never done before.
He was thinking so loud Nick had to hear him, had to know what his whole body was vibrating with. I love you I love you I love you I love you—
He broke the kiss and dug his forehead against Nick’s as Nick pushed a lubed finger inside his hole.
I'll be honest... I was kinda crossing my fingers for Colton being the top
“Jesus, Colton. I’m so fucking close to coming already.” “Inside me,” Colton pleaded.
“Colton—” He bit his lip, as if he was stopping himself from saying more.
“Did you try calling again?” “Yeah.” Justin frowned at his phone. “Dad’s not answering. That’s so weird.”
Oh no
“Has it felt… weird to you, though?” “What do you mean?” “Like Dad’s been a little distant?” Justin shrugged. “I dunno, it’s just felt… different.”
“At least I’ve got a key.”
Ohhh nooo
“Nick,” Colton groaned as Nick came inside him for the third time. “I…” He bit his lip. Squeezed his eyes shut. Nick kissed him, and kept kissing him, until sleep took him over once more.
He could still feel Nick inside him, the shape of his body where Nick had carved a place for himself.
“Last night was…” He had no idea how to describe it. “Amazing?” Nick’s eyebrows quirked. “Wonderful? The best sex ever in the history of time?” “All that.” He grinned.
Colton washed every inch of Nick’s body, shampooed his hair, and then wrapped him up from behind and stood in the spray with his chin resting on Nick’s shoulder.
Shower cuddles are my favorite part of MM books
He just loved being with Nick more than hurling footballs at the crossbar of the uprights. Which, if he stopped to think about it, was a fucking monumental concept for him to even think.
Nick laughed and then kissed him again. “I’ll kiss you forever,” he said. “Anytime, anywhere.” “Yeah?” He couldn’t keep the wistful note out of his voice, and he flinched as soon as he spoke. He sounded almost desperate, wanting to hear those words again but know they weren’t a joke. Nick pressed his lips to Colton’s temple. “Yeah,” he breathed. “I will.”
Wes had just thrown open the curtains, and they could see, in the daylight, the remnants of his dad’s date night.
Ohhhhh nooooo
Jesus, his dad was in the other room with some woman he’d brought home.
Not quite
Nick’s bedroom door opened. Wes’s eyes flicked to Justin.
NOT ME LITERALLY HIDING IN MY SHIRT RIGHT NOW HAHAHA
Colton walked out of his dad’s bedroom. There were hickeys on his chest. Bruises in the shape of two hands—ten fingers—on his hips, rising above the low-slung waistband of his boxers. No, not his boxers. Justin’s dad’s boxers. Ones he remembered his dad opening on Christmas morning, one of those gag gifts that dads got every year.
I am sooo uncomfy
“Colton?” Wes’s voice was thin. High, tight, strangled. Justin looked from Colton—he has hickeys on his chest—to the scattered candles and then back. He dropped the eggs and screamed.
Justin, don't make this a thing
When he’d watched Colton sleep last night, he’d thought that, that weekend, he was going to tell Colton how much he meant to Nick. What their summer had turned into for him, and how, even if Colton was going to move on when his real life restarted, Nick would cherish these memories for the rest of his life.
Nick knew that what they’d become had gone far outside the boundaries he’d tried to scribble around his heart.
“Did you guys…” Wes spoke first. He sounded like he’d been choked. His huge eyes bounced from Colton to Nick and then back to his best friend. “Did you guys have a threesome?”
Oh Jesus
“I know what it looks like when someone gets fucked.” He pointed at Colton, at the bruises Nick had left on his hips.
He’d never seen the emotions in Justin’s eyes that he saw now. Horror. Revulsion. Disgust. Betrayal. Anguish.
“You replaced me!” Justin’s words were vicious, daggers flying at Nick’s heart. “Colton is just the perfect son for you, isn’t he, Dad? A football player. A manly man. What, I leave, and you grab on to the guy you wish you had for a son?”
What the fuck
