Long Pass Chronicles 01 - Outing the Quarterback (13 page)

“So are you going to come out now?”

His golden eyebrows drew tight above that straight nose. So damned Aryan. “I wish I could. No, that’s a lie. I dread the whole thing. But the truth is, if I come out, the whole team takes it in the ass. Other teams will harass me, which means my guys will defend me. Some of them will. And they’ll get suspended for fighting. Anyway, it’s a fucking mess trying to come out in team sports. I’ve got to wait until after I graduate.”

Noah frowned. “If big-time athletes like you never come out, it will never change.”

“I get that and I hate to say this, but I’ve got enough shit in my life without carrying the damned rainbow flag.”

Noah sucked in his breath to call the guy a pussy. And stopped. Coming out had been no big deal for him. Just one more weird thing about weird Noah. No one expected anything different. Will’s life was another whole pile of bullshit. Different but maybe not better. “So why did you come here?”

The green eyes glanced up, then away. “To tell you I didn’t lie to you about my name because I wanted to deceive you. I’m just so deep in lies I can’t see over the top.”

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why did you want me to know? Why did you care?” He held his breath.

Will frowned. “Did you just have sex with Masterson?”

What the
—
?
He pushed himself back on the couch. “What the fuck business is that of yours?”

He didn’t look up. “If you’re committed, spoken for, I want to know, that’s all.”

“Nobody speaks for me. I’m committed to no one. And I’ll have sex with whomever I please, got it?”

Will looked up from under his eyebrows, and this time he grinned. “I just wanted to check to see if you were too tired.”

Noah suppressed a snort. “What makes you think I’d want to have sex with you?” He tried to keep his lips from turning up.

“You kissed me, remember?”

The smile must show by now. “What if I didn’t like it?”

“Not an option.”

“You think you’re that good, huh?”

Will steepled his fingers in front of his own smile. “Yep.”

“I might catch girl cooties from you.”

“You’ll have to take that chance.”

Noah cocked his head at the big, handsome quarterback. Did he dare suggest it? Hell, the guy ate painters for breakfast. “There’s just one thing, jockoid.”

“What?”

“I like to top.”

“Oh. My. God.”

W
ILL
STARED
at the beautiful, scarred face. Had Noah just said he wanted to top Will? Stick his cock in Will’s ass and ride him? Talk about your dreams coming true. Will’s cock wanted to break out of his jeans and gallop across the floor to Noah. “That would be okay.”

“You sure?”

Will nodded. If he said anything, he might lose it and bawl like a girl.

Noah flipped his hair back. “Okay. How do you want to start?”

Will laughed. “You are the romantic one, aren’t you?”

“I can’t pick you up and carry you to the bed, jockoid.” Noah leaned back on one elbow and stretched out that long, lean body. Oh God, eating him alive was an option. Will’s problem was how to not lose it too soon. He’d been dry for so long. His smile had to be splitting his face. He got up, cleared the space between him and the couch in two steps, reached down, and snatched Noah up in his arms.

“Whoa, big fella.” Noah laughed.

“You didn’t say I couldn’t pick you up.”

Noah rested his head on Will’s shoulder. “No, I didn’t, did I?”

The few strides to the other side of the long, narrow room felt like crossing a football field. Noah wasn’t heavy. Hell, he was probably six one, but Will outweighed him by a good fifty pounds. What weighed the most was the significance of the moment. This had it, man. Maybe not to Noah. He probably slept with guys all the time, but to Will, it was—what? It was a step.

The daybed was made. Pristine. Not a wrinkle. If Noah and Masterson had sex, it must have been on the couch, and Noah must have put all his clothes back on. That made Will smile. A lot.

Noah raised his head and looked at the daybed. “Better let me pull off the pillows and shit.”

Will lowered him to his feet but didn’t let him go. “Uh, did you make the bed up all tidy after you and Dwight rolled around in it?” Damn. He should keep his mouth shut, but it made him giddy.

Noah speared him with those blue eyes. “Do not get cocky, jockoid.” He pulled away and tossed pillows on a side chair, then pulled the cotton spread off and laid it on top of them. Clean white sheets glistened on the bed.

“Man, you are so neat.”

He stuck a hand on his hip. “As in cool and neato?”

“As in obsessive-compulsive tidy. I never knew a guy who kept things so clean.”

A flash of sadness crossed Noah’s pretty face. “When you’ve slept in a paper box, neat is really appealing.”

“Shit.” Will grabbed the guy and pulled that slender body into his arms. “I can’t even imagine what your life has been like.”

Noah didn’t struggle. He sort of melted against Will’s chest. “Your life doesn’t sound like such a party.”

Will held Noah’s shoulders and looked into his face. “But nobody was starving me to death or carving me up with beer bottles. Mine is just regular growing-up crap drama. Yours is about barely making it out alive.”

Noah nodded. “So why don’t you kiss it and make it better?”

Will caught his breath. Noah’s good eye matched the scarred one—heavy and mysterious. This was really happening. He slipped a hand into Noah’s long hair and pulled his head back. Perfect. Full lips on display, slightly parted. Will lowered his head slowly, very slowly, until he felt Noah’s breath misting his mouth. He slipped out his tongue and tasted Noah’s upper lip. Like some kind of peach, all sweet and plump. A lovely little whimper escaped as Noah’s eyelashes fluttered.

Will closed his mouth over those inviting lips, ate at them a little, then slid his tongue into the warm, wet heaven.
Holy crap
. A flash of heat dove straight down to his balls. His erection had to be bent double trying to escape the tight jeans.

For a second, Noah’s mouth stayed warm and sweet and receptive. Then
bam
! The guy grabbed Will’s head with both hands and Will was no longer in charge, baby. Noah pulled away from Will’s gentle caresses, opened his mouth wide, and closed those lush lips over Will’s. Then he sucked.
Keee-rap.
Could the guy suck his spunk from his balls to his mouth? Because that’s just what it felt like.

Will’s knees gave out and he stumbled. Never letting go of his head, Noah guided them both down to the bed. Will wound up on his back with a hot, lean body wearing way too many clothes writhing on top of him. But even with the clothes, it felt so good. Noah’s lips molded to Will’s and his tongue explored, teased, and stroked all the sensitive recesses of Will’s mouth. Best of all, Noah’s hard ridge of cock pressed side by side with Will’s, and his hips thrust and thrust, creating hot friction between the denim of both their jeans.

Every move sent a lightning bolt to Will’s groin. Jesus, he could come in his pants. He groaned and pulled away. “Get the clothes off. Need to feel you.”

“Love the way you think.”

“I hope you’ve got condoms and lots of lube.”

“Yeah, I bought the Costco size. And I plan to use all of it.” He laughed. The most free sound Will had ever heard come from Noah.

Noah propped himself on his elbows, then scooted off Will until he stood. Cross-armed, he pulled the T-shirt over his head. Yeah, Will had seen that lean, smooth-skinned body before, but with painter’s eyes. Now, his eyes were a lover’s.
Beautiful
.

Noah tossed the shirt, then stared at Will. “Ummm. All I’m going to feel is denim if you don’t start stripping, handsome.”

“You think I’m handsome?” The grin took over his face again.

“Doesn’t everyone?”

“Everyone doesn’t count. You’re an artist.”

Noah paused in unfastening the button on his jeans. “Are we calling ourselves a work of art, Mr. Ashford?”

Will shook his head. “Man, you’re tough. You don’t let anyone get away with anything, do you?”

“I’ve been told I’m a little on the critical side. I believe the comparison was to a Tasmanian devil.”

Will rocked back, laughing. “Tas. I’m going to call you Tas.”

“Okay, jockoid. Get the clothes off before I do it for you.”

Will curled his arms so his biceps popped out. “You think you’re big enough?”

Noah smiled a soft, lazy smile. Slowly he pulled down the zipper on his jeans. The fly gapped open, showing off a light brown happy trail. Will dropped his arms when his eyes glued to the spot where the trail met the denim. Noah reached down into the jeans and his fingers curled.

Want to see it!
Yes, Will had enjoyed a view of Noah’s ample private parts when he’d been posing, but this was so different. This was for him.

Inch by inch, Noah pulled out his full hand. Then he let go.
Whap
. A slender but impressively long cock flipped against his belly. He stroked once, twice, and his smile got wider when Will licked his lips. “Yeah, jockoid. I think I’m big enough, don’t you?”

Will grabbed his shirt and pulled it off with one rip. “Hell, yeah.” He flopped back on the bed, raised his hips, and pulled until the jeans made it down to his swollen cock. Stuck.

Noah leaned on his knee beside Will, still wearing the gaping jeans. “Need some help with that?”

“Yeah.”

Noah pulled off Will’s Keds and tossed them on the floor by the chair. “Raise up.”

Will lifted his hips again, and Noah grabbed the denim and yanked.
Whoa
. Cockamus got dragged down with the pants and briefs and it half hurt and half felt incredible. Then, in a burst for freedom, his dick flipped out of the fly and slapped precum on his abdomen.

Noah stared. He sat on the edge of the bed with his eyes slowly traveling the length of Will’s now bare body. Like an artist examining a sculpture, he dragged his fingertips from Will’s collarbone to the hard planes of his six-pack, then down, down to the gold curls around his cock. He threaded his fingers through the hair.

Plugged in. Every nerve in Will’s body vibrated. Noah released a soft sigh. “Yeah, you are a work of art.”

“Not as beautiful as you. I’m just ordinary. You’re the real masterpiece.”

Noah frowned. “You shouldn’t say shit like that.”

Will frowned back. “Why not? It’s true.”

Noah ran his fingers over his scar. It looked like he did it unconsciously. Will sat up and grabbed his hand. “Beauty perfected. No light without the dark. The same thing I told Masterson.”

“You did?”

“Yeah. He said he was glad I saw that. But I’m not sure he liked me saying it.”

Noah’s smile was harsh. “I’ve got a face only an artist can love.”

“Good thing you’re an artist, then.”

“Oh.” Noah’s eyes widened. For a second they glistened. He shook his head just slightly and, like pieces in a pinball game, the cynical expression fell back into place. “Are we going to talk or fuck?” At least he said it with a grin.

“Definitely fuck.” Will lay back down, and his cock advertised its status by sticking straight up.

“Good.” Noah dove, one second sitting, the next swallowing Will’s cock until it touched his tonsils.

“Holy shit! Warn a guy.”

Noah popped his lips off. “Excuse me, Mr. Ashford. Could you do with a spot of head?”

Will laughed. “Don’t mind if I do.” He held up a hand. “But go easy, because that’s one seriously deprived cock, and I’m really looking forward to having you in my ass.”

Noah stroked Will’s dick, and it felt so much better than his own hand. Hard to keep his eyes open. Noah’s voice came from somewhere a long way off. “How often do you bottom?”

“Uh, not very.”

“Then I want you seriously loosened up.”

Will forced his eyes open and looked down at that stroking hand. “But I really love the idea of you fucking me and stroking me and making me come all at the same time.”

“Don’t worry, baby, all that’s gonna happen.”

Will’s breath rushed out. “Oh yeah.” He closed his eyes, and one second later his cock returned to mouth heaven. Noah wasn’t just an artist with oils. That tongue painted Will’s cock like a master class. Slowly up one side, around the head, into the slit, then down the length of his shaft. Will’s hips began to hump. Couldn’t help it.

Oh God, it felt so good. Too good. Shit, spunk boiled in his balls and wanted to blow. He reached down and grabbed the base of his cock—hard. “Wait. Fuck me. Please.”

Noah popped his lips off the dick. “You ask so nice.”

Damn. Hard to give that up. Will flipped over and presented ass. Noah’s chuckle vibrated into his belly as he leaned over Will’s back and kissed his nape. Then something cool, wet, and silky slipped into his asshole, along with a too-skinny but still appealing appendage. Oh man, just having a finger that wasn’t his own in there qualified as total happiness. Noah pushed it in and out a couple times, then went out and returned with more cool wetness.