Cross the Line

Yeah, I did. And so did my cock, so hard against his, leaking precum over his fingers as he moved his hands in a rhythm that was driving both of us insane. “Feels so good,” I panted, and he responded with a low moan of agreement. My lips found his, crushing our mouths together in another bruising kiss, as his movements became faster, harder, both of us racing towards the edge.

“I’m gonna come.” My voice was barely recognisable, thick with lust, as my balls tightened, and hot cum covered his hands.

“Oh, fuck.” He stiffened against my body, shuddering against me, his head dropping to my shoulder. I lowered my arms from the wall, winding them around his broad shoulders as I held him. When we’d both managed to catch our breath, he raised his head and gave me one of his soft smiles that he never seemed to direct at anyone else. Smiles that made me feel things I’d never felt before. “You okay?”

Leaning forwards, I brushed my lips over his. “Never better.”

He smiled against my mouth, before a shiver went through his body. “It’s kinda cold out here, huh?”

Yeah, it was. It was winter, after all. “What, my body isn’t enough to keep you warm?” I pressed against him, and he huffed out a laugh, burying his face in my shoulder and hugging me tightly. Keeping one arm around him, I lifted my hand and ran my fingers through his hair. “Let’s clean up and I’ll warm you up by chasing you around the paint run.”

“Or I could chase you,” he suggested, raising his head.

“You already caught me, remember.”

“Yeah. I caught myself a delinquent.” His lips curved into a teasing grin, and I knew we were both thinking of the words he’d said to me on Fright Night. “It was the mask, wasn’t it? That was how I managed to get close to you without you knowing it was me.”

I made a point of looking him up and down. “Nah, there’s no disguising you. Even with that mask. Guess you just got lucky.”

“Mmm. I did.”

My eyes met his. “So did I. I’m glad you caught me,” I said hoarsely.

His arms tightened around me as he held my gaze. “Me too.”

15

Kian’s first day back training with the soccer team, and it wasn’t going well. Coach was riding us hard, and our team captain was in a dark mood, affecting everyone. When Coach blew the whistle for a break, I headed over to Kian, pulling him aside for a brief moment. “Why don’t you go and talk to Carter, see what’s up?”

Kian nodded, breathing hard. “Yeah, I’m going to speak to him now.” He jogged off in the direction of Carter, and I headed over to the side of the field, picking up a bottle of water and uncapping it. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Kian and Carter, deep in discussion. Man, I wanted to be over there with him. As much as I didn’t want to put any pressure on him, and wouldn’t, I wanted to have our relationship out in the open. I’d never felt this way about anyone before, and I wanted everyone to know that this amazing guy was all mine.

With a sigh, I tore my gaze away from Kian and dropped into a series of stretches, working out my aching muscles. My teammates were doing the same around me or lying collapsed in the grass.

As I started stretching out my hamstrings, my gaze swung back to Kian. He was looking at me, and right then, all his usual walls that he had up around our friends were down. He was looking at me the way he did when we were alone.

My heart beat faster.

He beckoned me over to where he stood with Carter, and I jogged slowly over to them, my legs shaky. As soon as I reached them, Kian threw his arm around my waist and kissed me, hard and desperate

.

What the fuck?

Caught off guard, I stumbled back, but Kian steadied me. I studied him closely, seeing nothing but pure determination in his eyes. A smile spread across my face as I held his gaze. He’d just kissed me in front of the entire soccer team, and it hadn’t gone unnoticed.

He’d outed himself. For me. For us.

“I take it the secret’s out?” I managed, when my brain finally wrapped itself around the fact that Kian had come out. To all our teammates. His closest friends.

Carter’s stunned expression faded, and he gave us a genuine smile. “I’m happy for you both. How long has this been going on?”

“Since Fright Night,” Kian told him, tightening his hold on my waist. I leaned into him, because I could. The smile wouldn’t leave my face.

“I wasn’t the only one to have a secret hook-up over Halloween, then.” Carter grinned at Kian. Before I could ask him about that, we were interrupted by the whistle blowing again, and we headed back onto the field.

Everything was different now. Whatever Kian had said to Carter had impacted his mood for the better, and as for me, I was walking on air after Kian’s public claiming. The team came together, working as one well-oiled machine, and the passes between me and Kian were effortless. I felt high, able to conquer the world.

When practice ended and we’d finished our cool-down stretches, I pulled Kian aside as the rest of the team made their way back to the locker room. He was covered in mud, sweating, and still breathing hard, but to me, he’d never looked better.