Page 27 of Loving the Legend
By a unanimous vote, it’s decided that we’ll stream a new action movie in Sid’s theater. We space out in the plush recliner seating. Sid takes the seat to my right, and Katrina sits next to him. Her head lies against his chest as she stretches her legs out over the adjacent seats. Once the lights are out and the movie starts, I get drowsy. I try to fight it, but then Sid passes around blankets, and between the warmth and my full belly, I’m out like a light.
I wake suddenlyand find myself alone. It takes me a minute to figure out where I am. I check my phone and see a text from Sid.
Sid: You looked too peaceful to wake up. See you in the morning. Merry Christmas!
Removing the blanket, I stand and stretch. I’m all muzzy, like I’ll crash again as soon as my head hits the pillow. I head toward the staircase, Gladys’ lights illuminating my path. I wince at the familiar sharp pain in my right knee as I climb the steps. I’m always sore after a game.
When I reach the room two doors from my own, I hear Sid’s voice. Two wall sconces are lit, casting a soft glow over his room. He’s lying shirtless in bed with his eyes closed. I wonder if he’s sleep-talking. I hear it again, a moan, his moan. The sudden awareness that I’m watching Sid get head hits me like a jolt.
“Fuck. I’m about to come,” he grunts, pressing his head back into the pillow, revealing his strong Adam's apple. Katrina’s head emerges from under the sheets, followed by the rest of her body clad in lace lingerie. My gaze trails over the sculpted domes of his pecs down to the ridges of his abs. “I need to grab a condom if you want to climb on. I’m close.” He moves to rise, and I glimpse his cock pointing north. It glistens long and thick with a slight curve. My gaze flicks down to my growing erection.
What the fuck?
I rip myself away.
Once inside my room, I lean against the door, pull out my cock and stroke it hard. Three strokes in, I’m biting my fist and releasing all over my hand and Sid’s oaken floor. I come to the image of me taking Sid down my throat.
What the actual fuck?
CHAPTER SEVEN
My attempts to sleep the rest of the morning are unsuccessful. I end up jerking off twice more to images of me and Sid having sex. I’ve been bi-curious for a while now, but that can’t be what this is. This feels way past curiosity. If he was in my bed right now…
I stare down at my erection and groan.
Yeah…this is something else entirely.
Last summer, I helped Adam set up an online dating profile, and by helped, I mean I set one up as he complained the whole time about preferring to meet guys the old-school way. I’d be lying if I said that I felt nothing as I scanned through profile after profile of ripped dudes. I replay all of my sexual encounters—which have all been with women. I enjoyed myself somewhat, but sex isn’t something I crave the way my other friends do. It was just one more thing that made me feel different from them.
Just shy of nine o’clock in the morning, I decide to shower, brush my teeth, and find the gym for a workout. Exercise always helps me get my head right. Dressed in basketball shorts and a T-shirt, I grab my phone and a towel from the bathroom and head downstairs. I set the bag of gifts that I brought for Sid’s family under the Christmas tree. Scanning Sid’s recordcollection, I read the titles scrawled along the spine covers more easily in the morning light. I inherited my dad’s vast collection, but Sid might have me beat. Jimi Hendrix records fill two shelves. I note to ask him about it.
I open the patio door and eye a structure that looks like it could be the gym.
As I slide the patio door closed, I hear, “You must be Ty!”
I swing around and find a kind-faced woman sitting regally at the head of the patio table. I recognize Sid’s mom from TV. She’s often in the crowd at his home games. Her salt and pepper locs are twisted intricately up in a bun. He shares her high cheekbones. A floral sundress and a carmine-colored silk shawl are draped around her shoulders.
“Good morning. I am, indeed. You must be Ms. King.” As I approach, I inhale a delicious scent of citrus, rose, and pepper. I see where Sid gets his taste for smelling amazing.
“Call me Lily, sweetheart. Come sit with me for a bit. How’d you sleep?” She places her book down on the table.
I smile and nod as I take a seat across from her.
How’d I sleep?
Oh, you know, I’m loving the idea of having sex with your son so much that I was up all night jerking off and freaking out.
“I fell asleep when we were in the theater. Out like a light.”
“I know how that goes. I blame it on the plush blankets and super comfortable recliner seats.”
I chuckle. “That might have something to do with it.”
“Did you have enough to eat last night?” she asks.
“Maybe too much. I stuffed my face. Your lasagna is out of this world! The pies too.”
Her face lights up. “That makes me so happy to hear. My son is very excited to have made your acquaintance. He’s been going on about how the peach and apple pie had to be perfect. As if I’ve ever made a bad pie! He called me after your interview and toldme all about it. He said that he couldn’t wait for me to meet you. When he told me yesterday that he’d forgotten to invite you, I almost pulled his ear like when he was a boy. He’s only had one other friend that he’s shown the same level of enthusiasm over.”
