Darren rubbed his jaw. “He doesn’t know I’m here.”
Isaiah had texted after dinner Tuesday to say thank you, but with his rehearsal last night, his mother’s visit, and Darren’s away game, they hadn’t talked.
Darren had come because . . . he really wanted to see Isaiah again.
Shit. This was kinda stalkery behavior, right? He should go.
Lights blinked on, and they rose to their feet. “I gotta . . .” Darren gestured over Nico’s shoulder toward the door.
Nico took his time picking up his things, blocking his way, and Darren bounced on the balls of his feet, preparing to hightail his stalking ass out of there.
Finally, Nico made room for him to squeeze past, flashing him an amused look.
Darren had taken one step toward escape when a throat cleared behind him.
He froze and slowly turned around.
Isaiah stood before him, a hundred questions brimming in his eyes—and something else, too.
Darren carded a hand through his hair. “Isaiah. I, um—”
Isaiah held up a finger, halting him, and glanced at Nico. “Can you give us a moment?”
Nico smirked as he sidled toward the aisle. “Remember we have to go out with your group. I’ll wait with the others. Don’t be too long.”
Isaiah’s heated gaze landed on Darren again, and Darren felt it shiver softly through him.
He glanced nervously toward the stage. The theater was emptying fast. “You played amazingly—”
Isaiah lurched forward and crushed his mouth firmly against Darren’s. Darren gasped, tasting the soft warmth of Isaiah’s bottom lip, and Isaiah jammed his body tight against his.
Darren stilled for a shocked second, and then moved. He curled his arms around Isaiah’s waist, pushing him harder against him. A hard, eager kiss, like he’d fantasized about a thousand times.
Isaiah’s lips parted, and Darren pushed his tongue in, sliding it against Isaiah’s.
His body rippled with electric shivers. He poured all the weeks of flirting and wanting into the kiss.
Isaiah framed Darren’s face, his hands urgent against his jaw as he pulled them closer. Darren sank against him, grinding against Isaiah’s equally hard cock.
Isaiah moaned, and Darren sucked it in greedily, as if he could swallow the feeling. He wanted the kiss to last forever. Wanted more. But a clatter from the stage reminded Darren they weren’t alone.
They broke the kiss, and Darren felt the loss.
“I’ve wanted to do that so many times,” Isaiah said. “You kiss way better than I’d hoped. Thank you for getting Mom her room.”
“You’re not mad?”
“I mean, I was when I first heard—but it meant Mom could stay and see me play. Something she hasn’t been able to do for two years. She came last night to our rehearsal.” He kissed him again. Shorter, but still amazing. “And that’s for you coming to see me play.”
“I freaked out that it might be stalkerish. I didn’t ask, so . . .”
“Is that why you were trying to run away?”
Darren winced and chuckled. “Maybe?”
“You listened to me play. I love that.”
Darren leaned closer and found Isaiah’s lips. “You’re amazing.”
Isaiah swayed, and their hard-ons combed across each other. The sensation pushed Darren closer to the edge. He drew back an inch, so he could still feel the heat of Isaiah’s body.
“I want you,” Isaiah murmured. “I want more . . . I want to hold your hand . . ., kiss you . . ., feel you hold me.”
The kiss, whisper, kiss conversation drove Darren crazy. He wanted privacy so he could push Isaiah back on the bed, strip his clothes off, and lick every inch of him.
“Oh God.” Darren shuddered. “Stop or I’ll have to change before I can leave.”
Isaiah giggled and nipped a last kiss.
Darren grabbed his hand, sliding their fingers together. It felt new, and decidedly erotic.
Isaiah wanted him. Isaiah had wanted to kiss him for a long time.
Things might be tricky, but God, this felt too good to give a damn.
Isaiah
Isaiah joined the crowd as they surged to their feet, screaming encouragement to the Harrison soccer team.
Darren streaked up the field, chasing a perfect pass from a teammate. His two goals had Harrison ahead, and a third would seal the win over their biggest league rival.
Isaiah sat next to Jack, surrounded by practically everyone else in the Pi Kappa Phi house who’d came out to support Darren. And holy shit, they were loud.
The entire crowd chanted “Dar-ren-Gage” after each goal. When Darren got fouled, they led the chorus of boos. In between, they cheered him on every time he touched the ball.
Jack told him who they were playing, but Isaiah hadn’t paid attention because he was watching Darren warm up. It gave him a chill when he used some of the moves Isaiah taught him during their yoga class. The only thing he remembered was that Harrison’s opponent was the second-best team in the league and had lost to Harrison in last year’s final.