Page 8 of Summer Catch

Well. No, actually. Funny thing, when you showed up my superpower kind of went on hiatus.

Kieran winced as he sent the text. Hoping that Jon wouldn’t take offense.

What you’re saying then is that my general awesomeness overpowered even your SUPERpower?

Ugh. Yes. Sort of.

We’re gonna have to try a do-over, Jon replied. Soon.

Leaving Kieran half-hard again, even though he didn’t know what on earth that was supposed to accomplish. He told his cock to stop dreaming, but it wouldn’t.

It knew what he wanted, even if his superpower didn’t.

How was it going to react when Jon actually showed?

And why wouldn’t he just tell him when he’d do it? Why leave him in anxious suspense? Prolonging his yearning?

Stupid, Kieran told himself. He doesn’t even know you want to see him. He probably just thinks it’s no big deal and he’ll stop by whenever he has time.

Sure, Kieran texted back, playing right along with what he was convinced Jon was doing. Just making it a casual friends-bro thing. That was all.

Chapter 4

Jon knew he should’ve told Kieran he was going to the bar on Wednesday night. After all, he’d specifically asked the guy which night was the least busy so when he showed up, he’d have a chance of chatting with the friend he’d become so close to over the last month.

But he didn’t tell him he’d show up on Wednesday, because Jon knew, deep down, there was a very real possibility he was going to chicken out and not show up at all.

It wasn’t because he didn’t like Kieran. No. The opposite was actually true. He was afraid he was liking this guy too much. Way too much, in a way he didn’t usually like guys. In a way he’d never liked a guy before.

“Got any fun plans for the night or are you gonna stay here way too late working again?” Oscar, the offensive coordinator, asked him as Jon picked up his laptop from the conference room table.

He and Oscar had just finished another long brainstorming session about what direction he wanted their offense to take, and it had gone on for hours.

So late, he almost told himself that he didn’t need to swing by the Pirate’s Booty, after all.

But when he finally got in his car, he found himself driving in that direction anyway, his body and his heart overriding his mind. Maybe that should’ve worried him more, but he found himself drawn to Kieran’s bar in a way that defied logical sense.

Jon parked and pushed open the door to the bar and walked in.

It was quiet tonight, only a few people scattered around the room, Kieran behind the bar, eyes on his phone as he scrolled through something. Maybe it would be something he’d text Jon.

Except he’s not gonna have to do that now. Now, he’s just gonna look up at you and say it with that smile on his face and you’re gonna . . .

God, what was Jon gonna do? Or feel? He didn’t know. Maybe that was really why he was here.

He knew the moment Kieran saw him.

Their gazes met and for a second, Jon swore that his heart skipped a beat.

He knew that couldn’t happen. It was a scientific impossibility, but he felt it anyway.

“Hey, this is a surprise,” Kieran said, a smile breaking across his face as Jon approached the bar. He slid into a seat, the same one he’d occupied last time, and it felt like it had just been right here, waiting for him.

Waiting for him to get his shit together.

Or get your nerve together.

Jon licked his lips nervously. “A good surprise, I hope?” He really should’ve told Kieran he was coming.

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