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“Goddamn it, Lane. I can’t wait to fuck this tight, pretty hole.”

The thought alone makes me dizzy with both fear and desperate need. But once again, Noah makes sure I’m not capable of thinking at all, much less overthinking. His warm, wet tongue swipes up my ass again, licking up his own cum before penetrating my ass with his tongue. It thrusts in and out, making my softened cock twitch.

Finally, I have to beg him to stop out of sheer overstimulation. My cock is hardening again, but I don’t think I can handle another orgasm today without a lot more sleep and hydration.

CHAPTER 31

NOAH

We end up staying in the next day, too. I spend every waking moment wringing orgasm after orgasm out of Lane, learning every little thing that makes him tick. By late afternoon, he’s so exhausted you’d think he ran a marathon.

There’s a soft knock at the door, and I open it to find a package hanging from the doorknob. It seems Danny left us some soup and grilled cheese sandwiches. Lane’s eyes light up, and while I’m aware that the pang of jealousy I feel is stupid and immature, I refuse to eat any of it. I only wait about thirty seconds after he finishes eating to bend him over the side of the couch and stretch his ass around three of my fingers.

I fuck him so good he begs me for the real thing. Begs me. It’s so hard to resist when his tight ass swallows and pulses around my fingers. I settle for fucking his mouth until he can’t taste anything but me.

When Wednesday rolls around, it’s easy for people to believe we’ve been sick. We’re so wrung out and exhausted, Coach Carr takes it easy on us and sends us to hit the showers well before practice is over.

It’s probably not the healthiest coping mechanism to force orgasms from him whenever there’s any sign of seriousness or worry in Lane’s overall demeanor, but for now it’s all I’ve got and we’re both much happier this way. So when I notice him side-eyeing the locker room showers, I get bold and pull him into a stall. Two fingers in his ass, my hand around his shaft, and my mouth sucking his exposed head are like a cheat code. I make him forget everything, and he’s blowing his load down my throat in minutes.

We’re barely rinsed off and out of the shower before the rest of the team files in after practice. Some of our friends take a few minutes to chat while we’re getting dressed, and I don’t miss the way Danny’s eyes trace over Lane’s exposed chest and abs. His eyes cut to me and look me up and down before casting one more glance at Lane, who is thanking him for the meal he made us while he pulls a shirt over his head. I give Danny a tense, fake smile that probably looks more like a dog showing its teeth.

“Dude, chill,” Miah whisper-yells, swatting me on the ass with his towel. “What the hell do you have against Danny, anyway? He’s a nice guy.”

“Sure he is,” I say. “But he looks at Lane like he’s something to eat.”

“So do you,” Miah deadpans. “Only in a violent way." He chuckles. “Whatever, are you two coming to the dining hall for dinner?”

A brief glance at Lane tells me he is not a fan of the idea.

Putting a hand over my stomach, I grimace. “That doesn’t sound appealing yet, maybe tomorrow.”

“You sure? They have tacos tonight.”

I do love tacos, but I love eating Lane even more. “Thanks, man. Not tonight.”

“Yeah, it’s no taco pizza,” he says.

The tone of his voice is completely casual, but his body language and face while he says goodnight to me and Lane seems strained. I watch him closely, but he turns to chat with our other teammates and seems like his normal, happy self. I’m probably just reading into things. After over forty-eight hours just to ourselves, even being around my best friend seems jarring.

Noah: Who’d you get roomed with?

I swear to fuck if he says Danny, I’ll burn this hotel to the ground.

Lane: Miah. You?

Noah: Taylor.

Lane: He sleeps with the TV on.

Noah: Ugh.

Noah: This sucks. I’m trying to think of a good reason to switch.

Lane: It would be too obvious.

Noah: This boner I have right now is too obvious.

It’s a struggle not to meet his eyes over the table. The team is celebrating another win on the road, and we are thoroughly annoying the staff and patrons at a burger joint that all the tourist sites recommend.

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