Love Match (Love Match 1)

Luke and Jesse were still motionless, their bodies close, chests heaving.

“This is dangerous,” Luke muttered.

“Yeah,” Jesse agreed.

With effort, Luke stepped backwards, moving as far away as he could in the confines of the stall. “You go out first; I’ll wait a minute, just in case.”

Jesse nodded. Luke’s cock wasn’t going to go down anytime soon if he didn’t stop looking at Jesse’s red, wet lips and the flush in his cheeks. Jesse turned the latch and stepped towards him so the door could swing inwards.

“So, I guess you like me after all, huh?” He grinned and kissed Luke quickly before he was gone.

CHAPTER FIVE

The parking lot seemed bigger than it was when Luke had parked earlier. Row upon row of cars stretched out in the late afternoon sun as they hurried by.

“My SUV. It’s bigger. And the windows are tinted,” Luke said. Jesse nodded and they headed towards the vehicle, which still seemed much too far away. When they climbed inside, Jesse didn’t waste any time clambering into the back seat. Locking the doors, Luke grinned and joined him.

Luke hadn’t made out in a backseat in a very long time, but didn’t care as his tongue delved into Jesse’s mouth once more. Luke pressed him back against the warm leather, hands roaming his body. The air in the car was hot and stale from being in the sun, and soon they peeled their shirts away from flushed, sweat-slicked skin.

Luke moved down Jesse’s body, his knees sliding down to the floor as he yanked Jesse’s workout pants down. His firm cock sprang free, and Luke’s tongue swirled around the head, teasing the slit. Jesse’s hips jerked up and he gasped.

Luke moved further down the shaft, swallowing Jesse into his mouth, sucking him expertly. He pressed Jesse’s body down with one hand as the other cupped his balls, rolling them in his palm as his head bobbed up and down. Jesse’s fingers clutched at Luke’s hair.

Suddenly Jesse was coming, “Oh my god!” escaping his lips as he shot down Luke’s throat. Luke swallowed and milked him until Jesse whimpered. Luke wiped his mouth and smiled.

“Sorry. I couldn’t last.” Jesse flushed and glanced away.

Luke kissed him. “It’s okay. I love that you’re hot for me.”

Jesse traced a small scar on Luke’s cheek that had been caused by the corner of the fridge when he had tripped in the kitchen as a boy. “I’ve been hot for you since the first time I saw you play.” Jesse blushed again.

Luke’s eyebrow shot up. “Oh, and when was that?”

“When you first won Wimbledon,” Jesse mumbled.

“That was nine years ago!”

Jesse smiled. “You were cute, okay?”

“Well, of course I was cute, but you were what, fourteen?”

“Oh, and you didn’t think guys were hot when you were fourteen?”

“Well, I guess I did.” Luke dipped his head and sucked on the soft skin of Jesse’s neck. Luke was still hard, and he moved back on top of Jesse, trying to get more pressure on his dick. He licked up the side of Jesse’s throat. “Did you fantasize about me?”

Jesse swallowed thickly. “Yes.”

“What was I doing?”

“You were fucking me. Hard.” Jesse reached down and took hold of Luke’s cock, working him as he talked. “I was on my knees and you were so hot and big, and you pounded my ass.”

Luke thrust into Jesse’s hand as he kissed him, their tongues winding together. “Did I get you off?”

“Always. While you fucked me, you’d jerk my dick like this.” Jesse demonstrated on Luke, his hand squeezing tight and moving up and down. “Then you’d hit just the right spot and I’d be gone. Then you’d come inside my ass and fill me up and—”

Luke groaned loudly as he came in long spurts, covering Jesse’s hand and splattering their chests. Luke’s pulse raced and he took a deep breath, his lips finding Jesse’s again, soft and pliant. They lay together for a few minutes before Jesse squirmed.

“I think the door handle is going to be permanently imbedded into my calf.”

They laughed and kissed again before cleaning up and getting dressed, elbows and knees bumping from time to time in the confines of the SUV. “You know, you had a pretty vivid imagination for a fourteen-year-old,” Luke said.

“Well, I’ve embellished over the years. Back then, I pretty much just thought of you and it was enough to get me going.”

Luke pulled his shirt over his head and chuckled. “You’re pretty good for my ego.”

“I loved watching you serve. One year when I was just starting college, my whole family watched you at Wimbledon. I had to sit with a cushion on my lap the whole time.”

Luke smiled and drew Jesse close for a kiss. “Like I said, good for my ego.”

They kissed again before climbing back into the front seat. Jesse pulled a bottle of water from his bag and they passed it back and forth. Luke suddenly couldn’t think of anything to say, and for a minute, they said nothing.