Page 57 of Crossing Lines

“Yeah, me too.” I bit my lower lip, holding the words against my teeth.I love you, Ryan. Shit, we had so many things to talk about. “So, I should probably tell you that Mason and Ace know about us.”

“They do?” His eyes widened and his brows knitted. “How?”

“They just knew.” I cocked my head and twisted my lips. “Ace figured it out when I went to leave tonight and wouldn’t tell him where I was going.” I sucked in a breath. “And Archer confirmed it.” I shook my head. “Archer’s never been a good liar.”

With a nod, he asked, “And Mason?”

“Mason was just there, hiding behind the wall. I think he was eavesdropping. But I’m sure he already suspected.” I huffed out a laugh. “I shouldn’t tell you this, but I will.” I flashed my eyes at him. He looked happier, so I’d keep going.

“What?” He shook our hands between us.

“Ace and Mason have given you the nickname of Coach Hot Stuff.” A smile swept over my lips.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Bursting out a cackle, he dipped his head, then focused on me. “Why?”

“Why?” I gave him the once-over. “Look at you.” I laughed with him. “I think every queer man in the locker room got a boner that day when you came in.”

“Jonah, stop it. They did not.” He covered his mouth with the back of his hand. “Come on, how am I supposed to face Archer and Tyler tomorrow?”

“The same as you always do. Just, behind your back, you know what they’ll be calling you.” I giggled at him. They didn’t say it all that much, but if it lifted his spirits with all this shit going on, then let it.

As his grin waned, he sank into his couch. “Damn, well, I guess it’s okay if your friends know about us. I suppose it makes it easier for you to come out and see me.” He bumped his back off the couch, leaned toward me and cupped my cheek. “I do love spending time with you, no matter what it is.” He pressed his lips to mine in a crushing kiss, sneaking his tongue between my lips to flick across mine.

With a moan, I straightened my spine and kissed him harder, breathing in the musky scent of his cologne. God, I loved how he smelled.

He broke the kiss and grabbed my chin, a grin teasing his lips. “Okay, I’m starved, and I know you’ve got to be. Let’s order some food.”

After orderingChinese for dinner and cuddling on his couch for a fun action movie, we both lay across the cushions on our sides, me sprawled across his front. The credits rolled on the television in the corner. I didn’t want to go home yet, and itwasn’t too late. “Ryan…” I shifted to my back, then looked up at him.

“Yeah?” He threaded his fingers into mine and kissed the back of my hand, his light-blue gaze locking onto mine.

As he pressed his hardening cock against my hip, he shut his eyes for a beat and parted his lips, then freed a soft moan. “Jesus, you make me hard.” Leaning over me, he devoured my mouth in desperate kisses, wrapping his leg around both of mine and rutting against me.

“Fuck.” I pushed his hand into my sweats as my cock tingled and lengthened. “Jerk me off.” Then I could keep kissing him.

As his fingers curled around my shaft and stroked me, he bit my lower lip and sucked it between his teeth, then groaned. “Me too.”

Pleasure sparked up my spine. “Yeah?” I slipped the band of his sweats down, then left him to spit in my hand and smirked. I was going to give him the best hand job ever. As my lips meshed with his again, I flicked my tongue against his and pumped his already leaking dick.

“Oh fuck.” He panted against my cheek, then slanted his mouth over mine, his kisses ravenous, his body writhing against me.

As his pace quickened over my cock, I matched it on his, sensation shuddering through me. Jerking each other off fully clothed on his couch reminded me of high school. Oh, wait a minute. “Hey, want to pretend something?” I licked at his lips, then swiped the precum around the head of his cock with my thumb.

“What?” His lids hooded over his darkened eyes, and he bit his lower lip. “You got an idea?”

“Yeah.” I nuzzled into his neck, then bit his earlobe, his body shivering beside mine. God, I loved the reaction I got out of him. In his ear, I whispered, “Let’s pretend…we’re in my parents’ house. We know they’re about to come home?—”

“And find us.” Twisting his head, he gave me a hungry kiss,then slid his hand deeper into my sweats to cup my balls. “But you can’t come until I say so.”

My brows lifted and my cock pulsed. “Yeah?” Okay, I possibly liked that idea better than the parent thing. With a sly grin, I said, “Then you gotta make it so I’m close.”

He yanked his hand out of my sweats, spat on it, then dove back down, his palm slick and warm. As he claimed me in harsh kisses, he swirled his hand over my dick, pumping with abandon as I thrust through his palm.

“Oh, holy hell. Yeah.” I tipped my head back. Where the fuck did he learn this? Didn’t matter.

He bit at my neck, then worked his way lower and teased a nipple with his teeth through my sweatshirt.

With my hand stopped on the head of his dick, sensation surged up my spine, tightening my balls.

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