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Simon pulled me to a stop in front of the dorm building. “Parker, I’m ready. I was only worried for you. I didn’t want you to give up football for me.” I started to shake my head, and he kissed me before I could say anything. “I know you weren’t saying that. I knownow. But the idea you’d want to quit football for your own peace of mind didn’t compute. I guess I leaped to the conclusion you were leaving it for me because it was something I could understand.”
I was about to tease him about his giant ego when he said the last thing I expected.
“Being with you is just about the only thing that would have ever tempted me to leave if I was still with the team. Sothatmade sense to me, you know?”
“Oh hell, Simon.”
“What?” He sounded wary. “Did I say the wrong thing again?”
“No.” I smiled slowly. “The opposite, really. You said the perfect thing, and now I’m dying to jump you.”
His eyes fixed on mine, as intense as the first night we hooked up. All that anger had fueled his passion then. Now, it was something else, something deeper. But the passion, the chemistry still sparked between us.
“Gonna invite me in, then?” His voice was deceptively light. But his gaze was so intense that my skin prickled and my nipples and cock hardened. I felt exposed under that stare despite remaining fully dressed. As if he were already stripping and claiming me—all without moving an inch.
“Simon, you don’t need an invite. My bed is yours.”
“Yeah, and what about your heart? Is that mine too?”
“Everything.”
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SIMON
Somehow we made it to Parker’s room before crashing together in a messy, desperate kiss. I’d had a lot of kisses with Parker by now, but this one consumed me. Our tongues slid together, wet and hot, but I wanted us to be even closer, needed a deeper connection.
Parker broke away with a gasp and pulled his shirt over his head. He was freshly showered, his hair still a little damp. He sported a fresh bruise spreading over his ribs on his right flank. Another on his left hip.
It was nothing I hadn’t experienced myself, but it made me aware of the aches and pains he likely felt. When I reached for him, I was more gentle. I stroked my hands down his bare arms, watching goosebumps chase my fingers. When I dropped a kiss on his shoulder, he shivered. I loved that I could affect him like this. Loved that he wanted me like that.
I reached the waistband of his track pants and pushed them down while I kissed the hollow of his throat. “Get on the bed.”
He toed off his shoes and kicked away his pants and briefs, then turned toward the bed. In a single dorm room, he had a full-size bed. It would still be a tight fit for two guys of our size. I watched his muscular ass as he crossed the room and climbed onto the bed on his hands and knees.
An idea started to take shape in my mind. It made my heart pound, but it felt right.
“Turn over, babe,” I said. “Want to look into your eyes tonight.”
He flipped over, smiling at me. “You just going to look? Or you going to get your ass in bed with me?”
He stroked his cock, more to tease me than for his own pleasure, judging by his light touch. It was flushed pink, almost purple at the head, similar in length to mine. And yet against his lean build, it suddenly looked exceptionally large.
Wetting my lips, I forced my eyes from him long enough to focus on stripping my clothes and grabbing supplies from his nightstand. When I joined him on the bed, he reached for me.
“Finally,” he murmured, tugging me down against him, skin to skin. He felt hot beneath me, his lips soft but the rest of him so very hard. My cock dragged over his thigh before bumping into his length, and a flash of pleasure lit me up.
Our eyes met and held.
“I need you,” he said, sounding soft and vulnerable. Parker was always better at opening his heart than I was. I spoke better with my body than with words. But I tried, for his sake.
“Love you,” I murmured. Leaning down, I kissed his eyelids, his temple, along his jawline. By the time I reached his lips, he surged up to kiss me with a broken, needy sound.
I reached for the lube, then slicked two fingers and pushed them into Parker. He moaned as I invaded him, his body opening and relaxing easily.
Then, I added more lube to my fingers and reached behind me, pushing them into my own hole. I’d practiced a little, anticipating doing this at some point. But I hadn’t been ready until now. It felt right tonight, to show Parker that I wanted everything with him, any position, every form of making love.
Parker’s eyes widened as he watched me. “Simon?”
