Page 135 of The Waiting Game

“Want to taste you,” Jonah urged and Felix sped up, working his cock with a rough, fast motion.

“God. Almost there,” Felix said through gritted teeth, the tendons in his forearms popping, his fist flying up and down his shaft.

His abs clenched, standing out in stark relief against his body. Jonah opened his mouth in anticipation.

Felix let out a helpless, desperate groan and then he was coming. The first spurt hit Jonah’s chin but the second and third landed on his tongue and lips.

Felix whimpered and Jonah held still while Felix worked himself through the final shots, body trembling, eyes closed, pleasure written clear all over his face.

If Jonah thought Felix was gorgeous in a game day suit or his green, white, and black uniform, it was nothing compared to the sight of him now. His hair was a mess from Jonah’s hands, his cheeks flushed pink, his skin sheened in a light layer of sweat, and his mouth still red from the earlier cock-sucking.

Jonah wanted to take a picture of Felix like that so he’d never forget it but there was no way he was going to interrupt the moment to ask.

Jonah held Felix’s cum on his tongue and he waited until Felix’s lashes fluttered open to swallow. The helpless, overwhelmed look on Felix’s face was unbelievably hot and Jonah shivered when Felix wiped his thumb across Jonah’s lower lip, pushing a little more of his cum into Jonah’s mouth.

Jonah sucked lightly at the digit, pinned in place by Felix’s sharp gaze, even when it turned soft and dazed. Heavy-lidded and content.

Sated.

After, he tumbled to the side, stretched out beside Felix.

Using the corner of the sheet, Jonah wiped at his chin and mouth, catching any stray drops that might have escaped.

“Jonah,” Felix whispered.

He pulled him close immediately, lips seeking Jonah’s. They kissed for a little while until the strange desperation seemed to subside.

Eventually, they ended up on their sides, lower bodies tangled together, pressing their foreheads together, sharing the pillow.

“Yeah?” Jonah asked.

There was so much he wanted to know. He wanted to hear that Felix had enjoyed it, wanted to know what he wanted next time. Wanted to be sure this would happen again, that this wasn’t some fleeting thing, but he couldn’t manage the words so he simply pressed his palm against Felix’s chest and felt the steady thump of his heartbeat gradually returning to its resting rate.

“Yeah,” Felix finally whispered, brushing his lips across the ridge of Jonah’s cheekbone before he shifted closer, wrapping an arm around Jonah’s waist. “Yeah.”

And maybe that didn’t mean anything. Maybe it wasn’t an answer to the questions Jonah had. But it almost felt like it was and Jonah was too content to push.

What was happening between them felt like a delicate soap bubble, beautiful and shimmering. And something that the slightest misstep could destroy.

So Jonah simply lay there in Felix’s arms and let himself drift off to sleep.

Jonah’s pregame nap was deep and restful. He awoke to the beep of an alarm with Felix tucked around him, his chest curved against Jonah’s back, their hands clasped together against Jonah’s belly, his soft breathing tickling the fine hairs at the base of Jonah’s neck.

Jonah smiled into his pillow, then fumbled to shut off the blasted noise.

When the room was quiet, Felix groaned sleepily and pressed his lips to Jonah’s spine. Jonah shivered and squeezed Felix’s hand before letting go.

He turned over, a tiny portion of him apprehensive that this would all melt away like that fragile soap bubble he’d pictured before, a beautiful dream pricked by reality.

But there was only Felix beside him, curls tousled, expression soft, eyes still heavy-lidded with sleep. He didn’t say anything, just smiled at Jonah, but it was enough to make Jonah’s heart feel light and full.

That buoyant mood carried Jonah through dressing in his pregame suit and it bloomed into something bright and sharp when he spotted Felix knotting a subtly patterned green tie. The tie box was open on the dresser and Jonah smiled when he spotted Grandpa Cho’s tie clip.

“Help me put it on?” Felix asked and Jonah nodded, tongue too thick for words.

He lifted the clip, noticing the weight of it. The vintage piece was well-crafted. He slid it carefully on the tie, smiling at the way Felix had color-coordinated everything. Felix’s shirt picked up the jade tones, subtle enough to make it stand out.

He looked perfect.

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