Page 10 of Greater than the Heart
“Hans Linder, a defensive end for Chicago, was picked up this afternoon from the stadium on assault charges, stemming from an argument with a patron of Fairytails, an LGBTQ+ dance club in Andersonville. We contacted the team for comment, but they haven’t returned our calls,” the young woman standing in front of the stadium, which was empty and dark, stated with an accusatory lilt in her voice.
“What the fuck is that about?” Jax gasped.
“No idea. Tony’s about to blow a gasket. Did you know the kid was gay?” Colby asked.
Lying was definitely the best idea. “Dude, the three of us hang out at the club, and if the kid wanted to visit, he’d stop by every now and then. Other guys have shown up and none of them are gay. It may be a gay club, but it’s a nice bar, and if you come there to see me, you get to drink for free,” Jax teased. He had no idea if Hans was ready to come out or not, but it wouldn’t be Jax outing the guy.
“Yeah, well maybe I’ll bring the little woman in some time,” Colby joked.
“Hey, lemme know when. I’ll put ya on the VIP list so you ain’t gotta wait in line. Sometimes it can take hours to get inside,” Jax told him, not exaggerating in the least.
Windy City Times, the local LGBTQ+ newspaper, did a huge story about the club before the Gay Pride festivities, and it was included on a lot of Chicago-area travel websites. Business was booming.
Cade had the idea to bring back drag shows, but only professional, touring drag queens, not locals because they caused a lot of drama last time. He was yet to propose it to Ford, but Jax thought it was a good idea.
He and Colby talked about the new defensive coordinator, Frank Presley, and how the guys were warming up to him. Apparently, the reception was fifty-fifty. Jax told him to stay in touch and hung up, hurrying downstairs where Branford was sitting on the couch in gray sweatpants and one of Jax’s old T-shirts, which were now too big for him. Ford was eating cheese puffs, and when Jax turned to look at the television, he could see the man was watching an animated movie on the Disney channel.
“Okay, where’s Branford Thomas? I don’t know you at all,” Jax told him as he took away the bag of puffs, seeing Ford wipe his orange fingers on the T-shirt.
“What do you mean? I’m just watching this movie Carlie told me about when she stayed here last time,” Ford answered.
“Did you tell Sela anything about the cancer scare, babe? You need to talk about it. Hell, you need to get your head back in our relationship. When was the last time you had a blow job, or hell, jerked off? The Branford I’ve come to know since we got married wanted to fuck several times a day,” Jackson said.
Ford looked down as he sat up on the couch. “I can’t…” he whispered.
“You can’t what?” Jax asked.
Ford looked at him with total anguish. “I can’t get it up, okay?”he shouted.
Jax didn’t want to dismiss the man’s concerns, but he had to do something to get him out of the funk he’d fallen into. “Bullshit! You have a hard-on every fuckin’ morning, Branford.”
Thankfully, the three of them still slept together, though Ford wore pajama pants while Jax and Cade slept naked, sometimes slipping into the bathroom to fuck so they didn’t disturb Ford. They loved each other, but Jax guessed they needed to feel itphysically. Ford did have an erection in the mornings, though Jax nor Cade ever did anything about it for fear of hurting him.
The blond’s eyes widen. “I do not!”
Jax finally chuckled. “Yes, you do, but you sleep through it. Are you still takin’ those fuckin’ pills?”
Ford had gone through a bout of insomnia after his surgery, so he called Dr. Imani who prescribed him a sleep aid. It made him pass out, and Jax was ready to call the doctor and chew out his ass.
“You know I can’t—” Ford was set to go off on a rant, Jax could tell.
“No! What I know is you don’t want to be a part of our marriage anymore, Branford. What are you so afraid of? You’re cancer-free. You fought the beast and won. You should be fuckin’ celebratin’ instead of sitting around and moping like you’re just waiting to die. You ain’t gettin’ away from me and Cade that easily,” Jax scolded.
Ford hopped up from the couch and got into Jax’s face, angrier than the redhead had ever seen him in his life. “Fuck you!”
“Okay!Let’s go,” Jax snapped back, opening his belt and dropping his jeans to the floor. His dick was starting to harden at the idea of doinganythingwith Ford.
Ford was about to challenge him, so Jax slid to his knees and whipped down the sweats Ford was wearing, encasing thebeautiful, flaccid cock in his mouth before the blond could complain. He wrapped his arms around Ford’s muscular ass and held on tight to keep him from pulling away, but as he worked the glans, he felt the warmth and the hardening he loved so much. He wanted to take Ford’s sack in his hand, but he decided maybe baby steps were in order.
He worked the appendage up and down, sucking, nipping, and swirling his tongue over the head and down the vein to the base. He stopped to kiss the small scar above Ford’s pubic bone, and then he went back to work on the man’s rock-hard cock.
He took him down into his throat and heard the gasp. Yes, it was a new thing, but Cade had taught him how to do it, and after Jax conquered his gag reflex and learned to breathe through his nose, he was off to the races.
“Oh, fuck, love,”Ford gasped as he wound his fingers in Jax’s red hair. It had been a while since he’d been called anything but Jax by the blond, so he took it as a good sign. Things were headed in a positive direction.
His own cock was leaking on the rug, but he’d worry about it later. Giving Ford Delacroix, his husband, this pleasure was exactly what he wanted to do, and nothing would deter him.
When he felt the hot tool harden even more, he knew he’d won the fight. When Ford released in his mouth, he swallowed it hungrily. It had been too long, in his opinion.
