Page 51 of Trade Deadline

“Wow, thank you, I’m honored.” He laughs, his bare shoulders peeking into view as he lays back onto what looks like a pillow.

“Are you in bed?”

He nods, his teeth grazing over his bottom lip. “Yeah, I just got out of the shower.”

“Fuck, Alex,” I groan, hitting my head back against the headboard. “You can’t just say that. I can’t stop thinking about you. I keep wondering what you must have sounded like the other night when you moaned my name when you came. I bet it was fucking amazing.”

I palm my thickening cock through my pants. Even with the low lighting from his bedside lamp, I see the soft flush of his cheeks. That tongue that I can still taste from two nights ago sweeps across his lower lip, and I wish I could take that lip between my teeth and drive him wild.

“Tell me how your day’s been because if you don’t distract me from being pretty much naked in bed, I’m gonna want phone sex, and I’m trying to be good here.”

His laughter coats me like a warm blanket. “It’s been busy; we almost had another sell out today and finished up a custom order, then went to the gym to work out with Nate.”

Fucking Nate.

I hate that I’m going all green-eyed monster over the fact that he gets to spend time with Alex when I’m over two thousand miles away. Spotting him while he squats, watching that peachy ass stretch his shorts, seeing those biceps pop.

Ugh!

A weird sensation bubbles up in my stomach. I’ve never experienced this kind of jealousy over someone.

And the fact that I’m not freaking out about it is making me freak out a little, which is becoming a common occurrence.

“I want to work out with you,” I grumble.

“I wouldn’t be able to keep up with you.” He grins, clearly picking up on my jealous streak. “I lost a lot of muscle mass after college. I’m trying to build it back up again, so I think you would destroy me.”

“Fuck yeah, I would, and I don’t mean in the gym.” I wiggle my eyebrows, a wicked grin spreading across my face.

Alex tries to hide his shy smile, the tips of his ears turning the deepest shade of pink. He raises his hand to cover a yawn, and once again I feel like an asshole for keeping him awake knowing how early he gets up for work.

“I’ll let you sleep; it’s like one in the morning there.” I chew on my bottom lip, not wanting to push my luck but knowing I don’t wanna wait another week to see his face. “Can I call you again tomorrow night?”

“Yeah, I’d like that.” He smiles. His eyes grow tired as another yawn escapes him. “Good luck for the game tomorrow.”

“Will you be watching?” I hold my breath as I wait for his answer.

“Yeah, I will. Goodnight, Blaine.”

Pride blooms in my chest.

“Goodnight, Alex.”

The call disconnects, and I rub at the weird knot in my chest.

Part of my brain is screaming at me to run. To end things before I develop feelings and have my heart broken again when Alex leaves me.

Because it will happen.

But for now, as I get undressed, settle into the hotel bed and close my eyes, listening to the soft sound of sirens in the distance, I realize that Alex might be worth the risk.

Sixteen

Blaine

Alex

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