Page 17 of Touchdown

I feel my face go bright red. I wonder if Brandon was the only one to hear us but glancing around at the smug expressions on the other team members’ faces, I somehow doubt it. I should have thought more about how thin the fabric of the tent was, and about how it wouldn’t do a single thing to keep in noise, but I was so turned on at the time that I hardly cared about a little thing like being overheard.

I glance over at Luke to see him similarly red in the face, but he grins at his feet.

“How about we change the subject?” I say loudly.

“Please,” Luke agrees.

When Luke and I return to our tent, long after it’s dark, having stayed up singing campfire songs with the rest of the team, there is an undercurrent of tension between the two of us. Not aggressive tension—something much more sexual than that.

I glance at Luke, wondering if he’s going to start something, but he’s true to his word. While he certainly looks as I get changed into my pajamas, he makes no move to touch me.

If I’m going to get what I truly want, then I’ll have to make the first move.

“It’s cold tonight,” I comment innocently. “Do you want to share a sleeping bag again?”

“Of course. It only makes sense to share our body heat.”

We crawl into the joined sleeping bag together and Luke puts his arms around me just like he did last night. It feels so natural and good, I could almost fall asleep right here and now.

Almost.

I’m not quite satisfied, though. I want more from Luke. I wriggle my ass experimentally and I’m rewarded by a sharp intake of breath from him. I wriggle again and Luke’s hands come to my hips.

“Are you teasing me, Cody?”

“Maybe. Do you like it?”

“Like is an understatement. Keep going… but don’t be surprised if I take things into my own hands if you keep moving like that.”

That’s exactly what I want, so I increase my movements, loving the way Luke’s breath hitches as I do so. Sure enough, it isn’t long before he takes matters into his own hands, literally.

He reaches around and starts rubbing my cock through my pants. Why did I ever resist this? I’m sure I had good reasons, but I can’t seem to think of any of them right now.

“Yeah, just like that,” I murmur. “Inside. Touch inside, please, Luke.”

Luke does as I ask, slipping his warm hand into my pants and encircling my cock with his fingers. I can’t resist the urge any longer—I turn around, making sure to hold his wrist and keep his hand where it is, and kiss him.

Luke moans into the kiss and returns it with equal vigor. He tastes like traces of chocolate, and I would swear he’d just been eating it if I didn’t know he’d had the same rather charred, smoky meat the rest of us had for dinner.

Unless he has a stash of secret chocolate somewhere here, in which case I’ll be having words with him about sharing.

The way Luke is stroking my cock soon makes me forget all about chocolate. I reach into Luke’s pants and start stroking his cock in return. The tent is quiet for a while but for the sound of our pants and occasional moans. It’s getting warmer in here by the second, warm enough that I don’t think I’d even be cold if I took my clothes off.

“I want you.”

“You have me.” Luke starts kissing his way down my neck. “Take me, Cody. I’m yours.”

Few words have ever sounded sweeter. Except—

“Cody?” Luke pulls away. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.” I don’t want to admit that I just had an errant thought of the happiness I felt when my ex proposed to me while in bed with Luke, so I do my best to brush it aside. I don’t want to think about Zack right now. All I want is Luke.

“Take your clothes off.”

Luke grins at me. “Only if you do the same.”

“I’ll race you.”

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