Page 52 of Breakaway Goals
For a long second, Morgan just stared at him, and then to Hayes’ shock—even to Morgan’s too, it seemed, considering the astonishment crossing over his face—he laughed. Scrubbed a hand over his jaw. “Yeah, you fucking did. You sure fucking did. Shut us all up. Made me crazy. I wanted to kill you and kiss you. I don’t even know, Monty.”
Hayes met that melting gaze. “So do both,” he said.
Morgan laughed, unamused. “Don’t tempt me.”
“Why not?”
That was the point where Morgan pushed away from the wall, abruptly. “This is . . .”
There were so many ways he could end that sentence.
This is stupid.
This is foolish.
This is everything.
This is over.
Hayes couldn’t take the risk that he might say a thing he couldn’t bear to hear, so he grabbed Morgan’s wrist and reeled him in. Kissed him hard and fast. Intense.
They stumbled into the room, onto the bed. Hayes tripped over one of his shoes. Morgan’s hands wrenched his pants off, their mouths barely separating even for a second, even when Hayes pulled Morgan’s T-shirt off.
They fell together onto the mattress, Hayes crawling over Morgan’s body. He was shirtless, but still wearing jeans, no shoes, one sock half-off.
“God, I want you so bad,” Morgan groaned as Hayes pulled his jeans off. The sock lost its fight and went with them. “So fucking bad.” He panted, bare chest rising and falling. “Even when I want to wring your neck.”
Hayes didn’t trust himself to speak. He only wanted to feel. Pressed his lips against Morgan’s stomach, feeling the muscles clench as he did, tongue trailing down to the waistband of his boxer briefs, saliva soaking the fabric as he shifted lower.
Everything narrowed in to just the feel of Morgan underneath him, the taste of him heavy on his tongue, the way his cock twitched as Hayes trailed his fingers up its hard length.
“Shit, baby, please,” Morgan begged.
Morgan begged.
Hayes couldn’t deal with that right now, couldn’t even begin to contemplate what that meant now, and what that meant for the future.
So he didn’t think about it at all.
Let his focus narrow down to justMorganand making him feel good.
He finally pulled down his boxer briefs, and they both moaned the moment Hayes got his mouth on his cock.
It was so easy to lose himself in it, a tunnel vision of taste and touch and feel as Morgan’s hands buried themselves in his hair, rhythmically clenching and releasing as Hayes took him deeper. He choked a little, unable to take it all but wanting to, so desperately.
“Feels so good, baby,” Morgan murmured, voice rough. His hand slipped down, cupped Hayes’ cheek, tender and affectionate.
Hayes groaned around his cock. The tenderness shouldn’t be as much of a turn-on as the rest of it, but it was.
He was only seconds away from pressing a hard palm against his own dick, aching and desperate for something, when Morgan gave a little aborted groan, fingers tightening in his hair again, and he came down Hayes’ throat.
Hayes swallowed around him, panting as he finally let Morgan’s softening cock slip from his lips. Pressing his lips to Morgan’s thigh, he tried to catch his breath.
Tried to re-orient himself back to the place where this was just a hookup, and Morgan wasn’t staring at him like he was the moon and the sun and the stars.
The same fucking way you’ve always looked athim.
It was a problem, but it was an easy enough problem to push away, to pretend didn’t exist at all, when Morgan was pulling him up, flipping them and tugging Hayes’ underwear off. Hand hot and insistent on Hayes’ dick as pleasure spiraled through him.
