Love Me Again (Stonewall Investigations Blue Creek 1)

I wasn’t the only one who seemed more relaxed. Austin no longer tensed up around me, and he didn’t hold himself back anymore, not with anything. He wasn’t shy about what he wanted, nor was he shy about showing how much he wanted it. He was a toucher, always keeping some kind of physical contact between us even if we were sitting on separate ends of the couch (which admittedly was rare). It was new for me and something I wasn’t expecting for some reason, even though I had asked him one night if he was always like this and he had answered yes. Even when we were together in secret, Austin would always want to be touching me.

I loved it, loved feeling him next to me.

Or on me, or under me, or in me… yeah, none of those options sounded bad to me.

“No, no, no, ahh!” Austin exclaimed as the blue shell I threw caught up to him. I sped past, claiming first place and crossing the finish line.

I wiggled my hips and raised my hands. “Finally. I was starting to think you were unbeatable.”

“I am, which makes me think you cheated.”

My icy glare was unrestrained. Austin started to laugh, rubbing a hand on the back of his neck. “Fine, fine, you won fair and square.”

“What do I win?” I asked. I set the controller down on the coffee table and flashed my winner’s grin at Austin. His foot rubbed over mine, and he moved so that more of his leg crossed me. His shorts drew up his thighs and turned into a pair of dark blue briefs.

“Anything you want. But we need a rematch.”

“Anything?”

Austin nodded, his hazel eyes penetrating right through me. “Fine. We have a rematch, but you’ve got to get naked. That’s my prize.”

He gave a relieved sigh and a theatrical wipe of the brow. Austin stood up and started undressing, pulling off his T-shirt first. “Thank God,” he said as he worked off his shorts. “I thought you were going to ask for money.”

Next came the boxer briefs, which Austin pulled down and kicked off, throwing them—expertly, if I do say so myself—onto the back of the love seat. He stood in front of me, wide stance, heavy balls and thick cock hanging free in the air. I’d seen Austin naked more times than I could count over these last few weeks, but fucking hell, he took my breath away each and every time.

He gave himself a playful shake, barely fitting his entire package in his hand. I wasn’t sure how I was going to get through this rematch, but Austin let go of his dick and grabbed the controller instead, intent on beating me again whether he wore clothes or not.

Damn, this wasn’t a good idea…

…Or it was my best idea ever.

I had a boner for all three laps, and I drove off the tracks about a hundred different times. Turns out, racing while a naked and hung hunk plays in your periphery really doesn’t amount to a good strategy. I kept sneaking peeks to my left and thinking about playing with his joystick instead of the one currently in my hand.

To no one’s surprise, I lost, terribly. I might as well have set the controller down and let the draft from the air-conditioning play for me. Austin didn’t seem to mind as he got up from the couch and did a celebratory dance.

A naked celebratory dance. One that involved a few spins and one squat and about five jumps.

“That wasn’t fair,” I said, crossing my arms and trying to not drool all over myself. Austin stood with his hands on his hips, making it all the more difficult for me to keep my eyes up on his.

“It was completely fair. Now I have to get something for winning.”

“I raced at a disadvantage! Everyone knows gay men can’t function properly when there’s a perfect dick in sucking distance.”

Austin huffed out a laugh. “So why did you tell me to get naked?”

“Because everyone also knows that the best prize to give to a gay man is a perfect dick.”

“So what you’re saying is I have a nice dick?” He grabbed himself in one hand and held his palm open, cock resting on top.

“Literally fucking perfect,” I said, and I leaned forward for a lick, but the sexy bastard pulled back. “Hold up. Do I get something for winning?”

“Yeah, your prize was coming.”

Austin chuckled, his gaze flickering with the candlelight. “Clever,” he said. Another lightning strike painted the room in stark white, like a camera flash going off. “But I want something else.”

“What’s that?” I asked, biting my bottom lip, which didn’t stop my grin from spreading.

Austin’s eyes dropped to the visible bulge in my shorts. “Take those off and bend over.” He no longer had the playful tone to his words. There was a gravel to it now, an audible need that made my core tighten and my cock throb. The game was all but forgotten as I pulled my shorts off, my hard length flopping out with a smack onto my belly. My gray briefs were soaked through with precome from having been hard this entire time, and my cockhead glistened with even more of it.