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Tyler’s eyes widened, and his lips grew into a smile. The look of lust and need on Chip’s face made his heart beat faster. Within seconds he was all the way inside.
“You ready? Because all I can think about is making love to you. I think it’s the only thing I’ve missed in my life, and I’ve experienced just about everything.” Tyler said. Chip stared deep into Tyler’s dark eyes. He lifted his hand and placed it on his cheek, stroking him.
“Take me, please. I want you now.”
Tyler kissed him, pulled his hips back, and slowly began fucking him. He let Chip choose the pace, not wanting to overwhelm him. Chip put his hands back on Tyler’s ass and demanded more, increasing his thrusts until Tyler was sure he was going to burst.
“I can’t last much longer. God, you feel so good.” Tyler moaned. Chip couldn’t speak, his mouth contorted. He felt Chip’s muscles gripping his dick, and realized Chip was about to come.
“Faster, yes, oh God, Tyler, please…” He felt Chip erupt in his hand as he pummeled him. Seconds later he felt the pressure building under his cock, then the world went white as he closed his eyes against the strain of his orgasm. He fell into Chip’s arms, and the two lay against one another, slowly catching their breath.
“Thank you.” Chip said softly. Tyler lifted his head and looked down at his innocent face.
“For what?”
“For being my first; I can’t imagine doing this with anyone else. This was…” Chip had no more words to explain how he felt. Tyler kissed the tip of his nose, then rolled off. He placed his leg across Chip’s hips, kissed his nipple, and watched him squirm.
Tyler laughed. “Thank you. If every time with you is even half as good as this, I’ll... I can’t think of what to say either.” Tyler laid his head on Chip’s chest and closed his eyes. Seconds later, they were both asleep.
Tyler woke with a start. He’d been dreaming something, couldn’t remember what it was, but he knew he needed a breath of fresh air. He lifted the thin blanket off him, and did his best not to awaken Chip. He almost managed it, then he heard Chip whisper.
“Where you going?”
“I’ll be back in a few minutes. Just want some air.” Tyler whispered back. He slid into his robe and grabbed the phone off the nightstand.
A minute later he was staring at the half-full moon, its white light making the pool iridescent.
“What are you doing to me, Chip?” He whispered to the night air. The touch of his hands drove him crazy. Could you grow addicted to the way someone felt? He wasn’t used to this. The few encounters he’d had in the past were quick and forgettable. This was totally different, touching him, not just on a physical level, but on an emotional one too.
“Am I being fair to bring you into my mess of a life? Nothing’s easy about it, but I cannot imagine you anywhere but with me.” He sighed, then felt his phone buzz. The green message light was flashing. He looked, and saw it was a message from Scott. Damn it, this couldn’t be good.
Lose to Travis, or else
Chapter Twelve
Chip
The afternoon sun was unusually hot for early spring, and Chip was soaked in sweat. He’d promised to mow Aunt Dixie’s yard, and hoped it would take his mind off of Tyler. Not that he hated thinking about him, he’d just never been so worried about someone before in his life. Tyler was playing in the semi-finals in Houston, and he was stuck here, mowing the yard.
He also had a secret, one he was hiding from his aunt.
“Chip, honey that’s enough. You don’t need to clip the hedges too. Put the lawn mower up, then come over here and enjoy some lemonade with me in the shade.” She said when he was done. He rolled the lawn mower into the garage, then sat at the picnic table with his Aunt.
“This’ll hit the spot, sugar.” She poured him a glass of the sugary elixir and slid it over to him.
“You ready to go to Houston for the finals tomorrow?” He asked her.
“What makes you so sure he’s going to win his match today? I’m pretty sure he will, but in this business you never know.” She dabbed at her upper lip with a napkin. It was steamy even in the shade.
“He wants to win it, bad. I watched him practicing with Emm, and I had no idea the amount of work that goes into being a professional player. I couldn’t do it.” He said.
“Sugar, what they put themselves through is unbelievable. It looks so easy when you watch it on television. People have no idea the amount of work it takes to make it look so effortless.” She sighed.
They sat in silence for a couple of minutes, Chip cooling down, while Dixie kept sneaking glances at him. Finally, when the silence was becoming uncomfortable, she hit him with the question he was avoiding the most.
“So, have you quit your job yet?”
He looked down at the table and nodded. No one in the world could read him like she did.
