Page 58 of Sidelining the Safety

“Mmm… That’s a nice visual,” Lee said, sidling up beside them. “Be better if we take it inside, though.”

Once the door was closed, Mac tugged Lee to him. “I want my hello kiss.” He dove in, pressing their bodies together, grinding his hip into Lee’s groin and getting the groan he wanted to hear.

Lee blinked, slightly dazed, when Mac released him into Drew’s care, watching as they shared a kiss of their own. He let them linger for a minute, enjoying the show before he spoke.

“Let’s get the talking part of our night out of the way, then we can continue the mostly non-verbal, highly anticipated, other part. Plan? Good.” He clapped his hands like he was breaking a huddle on the field.

Lee rolled his eyes. “Fine, but I need something to drink. Do you want something? Water, Gatorade. There’s still some of that ale you brought.” They brought their beverages to the small living room and took seats where they could see each other. Drew and Lee took opposite sides of the couch while Mac sat on the coffee table between them.

When Lee fidgeted with his Frost label and didn’t start talking right away, Mac decided he should get the ball rolling. “Drew, you said you also had something to share.”

“Oh. Yeah. Uh.” He turned toward Lee. “I was watching you on the field today.”

Lee cringed. “I was awful. Had too much on my mind and kept fucking up.”

Drew nodded. “Yeah, well, Fitz saw and sort of threatened me.”

“What!?” Lee’s eyes bugged. “He did not.”

“Who’s Fitz?” Mac asked before Drew went further.

“He’s the team’s general manager,” Drew explained. “He does all the hiring and firing, and his office handles everything from uniforms to meals to travel. If it has to deal with money, he’s involved, and he made it known that I was a distraction to his asset.”

“His… asset? He said that?”

Drew shrugged. “Not exactly. He said that you and I, and I quote, ‘fucked with his player,’ and that we better not be a distraction.”

“Wow,” Lee said, leaning back into his corner of the couch. He glanced from Drew to Mac before he ducked his head. “He’s kinda right. You are a distraction, but” —he held up a hand to forestall them from saying anything— “we can fix it, I hope.”

“How?” Mac slid across the table and put a hand on Lee’s knee.

“It’s like I mentioned earlier. My decision—our decision—and how it affects you.”

“Whether or not to come out. I get it. It’ll put Drew and me in the crosshairs of the media.” Mac puffed up. He was ready and willing to deal with the press.

“And the diner.” Lee covered Mac’s hand.

He deflated just as quick. “Oh. Right. So we need to talk to my parents and Katy.”

“Exactly.”

Mac thought about it, trying to parse his folks’ reaction. He didn’t think they’d mind… Anything for publicity, right? But maybe they wouldn’t want to be overrun. They loved being the neighborhood place in a big city. Everybody knows your name, blah, blah, blah.

“If they want to hire extra security like Caitlin suggested, I’ll pay for it.” Lee lifted Mac’s hand and tugged, pulling him off the table and onto his lap.

Mac straddled Lee’s thighs, pushing forward until his cock pressed against his boyfriend’s stomach. He cradled Lee’s head, then held it steady as he curled down to kiss him. It was slow and steady, touch and go, a delicate embrace that heated quickly.

Drew slid across the couch, crowding them, turning to nibble the side of Lee’s throat and palming Mac’s ass.

“Tell me,” Mac said between kisses, “how will we come out?” He trailed his fingers down Lee’s chest, then snuck them under the compression tee to reach skin.

“Caitlin…” Lee moaned, tilting his head as Drew nuzzled under his ear a moment before he took Lee’s tendon, the joint between neck and shoulder, between his teeth and growled. “She… um… knows a guy. Football Fandom.”

Drew sat back enough to look at them while still keeping his hands busy on their bodies: one on Mac and one on Lee. “Casey West. I’ve seen his site. He’s a good choice.” He pushed Lee’s shirt high enough to expose the furred pecs, then rolled to his knees, which allowed him to get his mouth on a pebbled nipple.

Mac helped him out by divesting Lee of the shirt completely. He scooted off Lee’s lap and grabbed Lee’s waistband, kneeling on the floor as he got him free of the rest of his clothes. Then he went to work on Drew’s clothes, getting him naked as well. He took a long minute to just watch the two of them. Watched as Lee tackled Drew to the couch, sprawled on top of him, and kissed him with such a fierce passion that Mac’s cock twitched and hardened with want.

He unzipped his pants and stuck a hand down his underwear, but with the clothing’s constriction, he just took everything off instead. “Bedroom. Now.” He took a few steps away, but when neither man moved, he came back and slapped Lee’s ass.

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