Page 35 of Summer Catch

Jon groaned as Kieran divested him of the rest of his clothes and then leaned in, giving his already aching cock a long, tantalizing suck. Leaving him wet and wanting.

“Get back here.”

Kieran didn’t need any more encouragement than that. He climbed back on Jon’s lap and then, positioning his dick against his hole, began to sink down.

“Goddamn,” Kieran groaned. “That’s so goddamned good.”

It was better than good. It was fucking heaven, being inside Kieran. Even having to resist moving, when he wanted to desperately, was amazing. Just sitting here and letting Kieran take as much as he wanted was better than any sex he’d ever had.

“Good?” Kieran teased as the backs of his thighs finally met Jon’s.

“Shit, yeah,” Jon said and reached up, cupping Kieran’s neck, tugging him down so their lips met again.

Kieran gave an experimental thrust, moaning into his mouth. Jon thrust next, and then they were moving together, wild and uninhibited and messy. Like they’d already been waiting too long.

“Love you,” Jon groaned into Kieran’s neck, wrapping his arms around his back and pulling him in more insistently. “Love you all the time.”

Tensing, Kieran thrust one last time and clenched down, his cock unloading on Jon’s stomach as he rode out his orgasm. Pulling Jon right into his, body milking his come out of him.

They collapsed onto the sofa.

“We’re gonna make a mess,” Jon said a minute later. It had been really good, leaving the condoms behind—there was nothing like Kieran’s heat searing him with nothing in between—but it was messier.

“Don’t care,” Kieran said drowsily. “Eventually we’ll burn this couch and buy a new one. Won’t stop us from fucking on it.”

Jon held back in the chuckle—if he did laugh, the mess would inevitably be worse.

“I love you enough I’ll even go couch shopping with you.”

Kieran opened one eye and pinned Jon with a look. “If you’re gonna fuck me on it, you can participate in the buying.”

“Fair,” Jon agreed and risked reaching down for Kieran’s T-shirt, using it as a stopgap measure as he carefully slid Kieran off, cleaning up as best as he could.

A few minutes later, they were curled up on the other end, avoiding the wet spot.

“Am I gonna get that kind of welcome every time we win?” Jon teased.

Kieran smacked him on the shoulder. “Maybe next time I’ll just let you suck my cock, since you love it so much.”

He couldn’t really argue with that, because he did.

Instead, something he hadn’t really expected to say came out. “I thought we were done, after Riley ran out of the back of the end zone, today,” he admitted. “I shouldn’t have felt that way, though. Shouldn’t have even thought that.”

“You were afraid. It’s alright. I was fucking terrified,” Kieran agreed.

“But you’re not his coach.”

“No. Just the coach’s very cute boyfriend,” Kieran inserted.

“Sometimes I feel like I’ve got all this shit figured out, and then something like this happens, and I realize, not so much.”

“You’re giving your guys room to fail and room to grow and room to succeed. To win.” Kieran partially sat up now, pinning Jon with a very serious look.

“I want to win, for me. And for them. Mostly for them.”

“Me too, I think,” Kieran agreed. “For this city. You’re the best thing that’s happened to us in a long time.”

“Just to the city?” Jon questioned.

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