Page 179 of Scoring the Player
I raise his chin. “Blue, you’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.”
I nibble on his bottom lip when he tries to pull away.
“Why are you still fighting this?”
He sinks his teeth into my shoulder as his arms curve under my arms.
“I can feel it right now. How much you want this,” I say.
He clings to me as he latches on to my shoulder, but he doesn’t answer. I kiss his curls. “It’s okay.”
I love you.
I know that scares you.
I reach past him for the other washcloth, then soap it up. He doesn’t let go as I lower the cloth to his back and lather him up.
He startles at the sound of the doorbell.
He starts to step back.
“Will they leave it?” I ask.
“Ye—” He clears his throat. “Yeah.”
“Turn around.” With his back pressed against my chest, I continue cleaning him. I let him turn his head and suck on my tongue as I wash his shoulders, raise his arms to get to his pits, and scrub and rinse down his chest. When I get to his cock, I mix soap and warm water in my hand and massage him.
He shudders as my hand wraps around his length and slowly starts stroking.
“See? So beautiful,” I whisper, gazing into his eyes as he comes undone.
Arnaz
He’s on my couch.
He’s on my couch, looking more at home than I’ve ever felt here. There are moments so blinding in their arrival that they’ll take years to see. Finding him standing in front of my house earlier is one of them.
After our shower, we got dressed, then he helped me carry in the boxes and bags of grub waiting on the porch.
Now his eyes are half-closed as we watch a replay of tonight’s game with Detroit sonnin’ Cleveland.
Too full to move, I’m melted into the cushion as he gives me a lazy foot massage.
His eyebrows crinkle, and he says, “You’re staring.”
How are you here?
“The other night, I fell asleep at Sid and Ty’s?—”
He angles his head to fully face me.
His nose ring glimmers, gold against silken skin.
Arched cheekbones.
Dangerous.
“You fell asleep at Sid and Ty’s.”
