Page 65 of Totally Fanatic

“Holy shit,” he cries, and I do it again. My grip on my cock tightens as I work us out and back in, faster and harder, over and over. His strokes pick up, but so do mine, both of us lost in the rolling pleasure that surrounds us.

“I can’t hold on… much… longer,” he groans. And I start practically bouncing us together, working our cocks in ragged strokes until he explodes, arching his back and sending ribbons of come all over us both. I’m only a thrust behind him, and I lift my hips, burying the dildo as deep as I can as the pulses of ecstasy overtake me.

Nothing could have prepared me for what that would be like, and now that I’ve done it, I can’t wait to do it again. I wonder how many other positions there are that we can try with this.

After separating us, we lie on the bed, Lion curled up against my chest.

“You’re so perfect,” he says, circling the hair on my chest with one finger.

“I’m not,” I reply, and he tilts his head to look up at me.

“When I say you’re perfect, I don’t mean you don’t have faults. I just mean that I adore everything about you, faults and all.”

I lean down and kiss him and then lie back, brushing my fingers through his hair until he falls asleep.

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I wake with Lion’s head against my chest, his arm over my stomach. He’s curled up beside me almost like a cat, cuddling my side, and it’s the best. Yesterday was intense, all of it. From the media, to the game, to the incredible sex last night, and I think it’s probably a good thing the Funky Monkeys don’t play today because I’m aching in a good way all over. Too bad I still have to go. I’d rather spend the entire day in bed with Lion, but when we don’t play, we’re still just as busy at the game, dancing and interacting with the crowd, and just generally helping to keep the buzz going.

“What time is it?” Lion asks, his breath tickling the light hairs on my chest.

“A little after eight,” I reply, and he tilts his head back to look up at me.

“I have to get up. I have a Bunnies task to get to.” He groans, snuggling in tighter. “But you’re so cuddly in the morning. Urgh, why did I make that booking? Can we do this again?”

“Anytime you want.”

He kisses my chest, then peers up at me, grinning ear to ear.

“How about tonight, after the game between AC and the OG’s? Maybe we can try the shower again, but at your place, it’s much bigger. I mean… if you want to.”

I skim my fingers up his back, tracing the curve of his muscles.

“Oh, trust me, I want to.”

“Good, okay. As much as I hate to say it, I do have to go. Stay as long as you like, and help yourself to anything in the fridge. This task is supposed to be for a few hours, so I might not get back here before the game.”

“Okay, umm, what about the boys? Do they need anything?” I heard one of them meowing at the door a few times last night. I’m guessing they normally get to be in here with him at night, cuddled in at his side, or at his feet. The mental image of Lionsleeping with the four cats curled around him brings a smile to my lips.

“I’ll feed them before I go, just leave the window open in the living room. Daffin will have a fit if he can’t go visiting.”

“Noted. See you at the game.”

“See you there,” he says, and he slips out of the room, closing the door behind him. I lie back, listening to him talk to his cats, wishing them a good morning and scolding one of them who apparently was too impatient with their food. It’s sweet hearing him with them. I imagine it would be what he’d be like with children. I don’t know if that is the future I want for myself, kids, I mean. I never thought about being a dad. I have baseball and my food truck dream and both would have me traveling way more than what would benefit a child. I wonder what Lion wants. I grab my phone from the side table and check my messages, not surprised to find a few waiting for me in the group chat.

DUCKIE: Hey, Tim. I stopped by your place this morning, but you weren’t there. Did he go all Kathy Bates on you, or did you have a better time than James Caan tied to a bed?

RYAN: Are we still on this Misery thing? I thought it was cleared up? Lion isn’t a crazed fan.

PAT: Who’s being tied to a bed now?

DUCKIE: Tim was tied to Lion’s bed last night.

RYAN: Not that we should be talking about this at all, but how do you know Lion wasn’t the one tied down?

DUCKIE: No way a guy that looks like that isn’t all Mr. Control in the bedroom.

PAT: You never know. Chloe surprised me a few times in that department. I’m not going to go into details because I’m a gentleman.

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