“Arms up,” he said. I rolled my eyes but complied. He pulled my T-shirt off, then removed my socks, shoes, sweats, and underwear. I was definitely hard now, my balls so damn full, and I wondered how many loads we could work out of them. “Jesus, your body is so fucking hot.” He ran his hand down my abs. “Note to self: fuck more football players.”
It was a joke; of course it was. He was being playful because that’s how West was. We weren’t in any kind of committed relationship and never would be, but still, the thought made fire scorch my skin and a growl push past my lips. I didn’t want anyone to have their hands on him, and I didn’t want to think that after today, other men would. “No. No other football players. Just me.” It was a stupid thing to say. He didn’t owe me anything, and while logic said there had to be other closeted players in the league, the odds of West finding out who they were and having sex with them weren’t very high. Nonetheless, I wanted to be his only one.
“Why is that?” he asked.
“Because then I can tell myself you’re mine.”
Our mouths crushed together as we stumbled toward the shower. Somehow, he fumbled the glass door open behind him and walked backward inside, tugging me along. We kissed under the spray, rutting against each other, and fuck, the feel of a man’s body, of a hard cock against mine, was indescribable. “West,” I managed to say when his mouth journeyed down my neck.
“I love it when you call me that.”
We kissed and thrust, arms around each other, hands everywhere. I didn’t go easy on him, pushing him hard against the back wall of the shower. He grunted, then moaned as I held him between my body and the tile behind him.
I took his mouth again. He said he couldn’t get enough of mine, but I was already addicted to his. It was high on my list of favorite things, along with his hands…his body…him.
I wanted more, needed it all before I missed my chance, so I teased my hand between us, pulled back, and wrapped my fingers around his length. “Fuck,” we said in unison. He was so hot, so thick and hard beneath my palm.
West reached up, pushed the showerhead so it didn’t fall directly on us, then fumbled with a bottle, shoving it at me.
Water-resistant lube.
“Slick us up. You can jerk us off together.”
I hesitated, looking down at the way our cocks were nearly touching, just taking it in. It was…fuck, our dicks were beautiful together, which I would never say out loud because it sounded way too ridiculous, but they were. This…us, two men, were really fucking beautiful together.
“I can do it if you want.”
“No,” I replied. “Just admiring.” I took the bottle from him, squirted lube into my hand, then rubbed him. “Christ, West. You feel so good.”
He wrapped his arm around me, held his hand at my nape as I pressed my forehead to his shoulder, and looked down at us, at our dicks, at his dick as my hand made long, slow strokes.
I wanted the day to last, to go on forever. When he kissed the top of my head, I closed my eyes. Fuck, why was I getting so goddamned emotional? “You feel good too,” he said into my hair.
I watched myself jack him slowly, my own cock begging for some attention. The muscles in his thighs were tight. West said he loved my body, but I loved his as well. He wasn’t as muscular as me, wasn’t as hard or cut, but he was so very masculine.
I pulled back some, added more lube, then set it aside before leaning in again. I kissed him, wrapped my hand around our cocks together like he’d said, and stroked and rutted against him. “Like this?” I kissed the corner of his mouth and rubbed my cheek along his stubble.
“Yes…fuck yes.”
I kissed his neck, licked his collarbone, kissed the other, then watched us together, watched my hand as it slid up and down, our bodies thrusting. We both had precome leaking from our slits, me more than him. I was thicker than West, my balls heavier, but he was longer and still girthy.
My balls were already tight. When he grabbed my face again, our teeth clanked together, and our tongues battled as we kissed hard and rutted against each other. There was nothing soft or gentle about what West and I were doing. It was primal, urgent, lustful, and I fucking loved every second of it.
When my head began to spin, that feeling in my nuts growing, I kept thrusting, kept going until I couldn’t handle it. I buried my face in his neck and cried out as my orgasm made my whole world come apart. It took me a minute to realize I’d bitten into his neck, my teeth making marks in his skin, as West’s body went rigid and his come coated my hand.