Page 62 of The Jock
Wes’s exhale nearly blew him away. He collapsed on top of Justin and wrapped his big arms all the way around him, clinging to him, every muscle Justin could feel shaking. Justin stroked his hands over Wes’s shoulders, down his arms, up his triceps. “I want to make this work. However we need to, and whatever that looks like.”
“So do I.” Wes’s voice was watery. He hid his face against Justin’s neck. “I’m so sorry for what I did. What I said to you. I’m so sor—”
“Shhh.” He pulled Wes up and kissed him again. “That’s our past. Don’t think about it anymore. Think about our future. The next moment, when I kiss you.” He did. “And the moment after that, when you make love to me again.”
Wes blinked, his breath hot against Justin’s lips, his heavy cock brushing against Justin’s thigh. Justin was still somewhat slick from earlier, and it didn’t take much lube to get him ready again. Wes’s hands trembled when he held his bare cock against Justin’s hole. “Are you sure?” Wes whispered.
Justin nodded. He hooked his ankle around Wes’s waist. “I love you, cowboy.”
Wes smiled, and he entered Justin again, easier this time, but so, so different. Skin to skin, body to body, heat to heat. Heart to soul. He slid all the way in, every inch buried inside Justin, and froze. Wes trembled, his hands gripping Justin’s thighs, his hips. “Justin.” His voice was lighter than the starlight. “Justin, my God.”
“Mon amour,” Justin moaned. There was nothing between them, nothing at all. Wes, the man he loved, was inside him. Touching him where no one else ever had, in a way no one else ever had. Maybe no one else ever would. If Wes was the only man he took inside him like this, he’d be happy with that. Deliriously happy, in fact.I want you to bethe one. Please, let us be an epic love story.
Wes moved more slowly than before, savoring each press and pull of their bodies. Justin rocked with him, moving his hips, his ass, in time with Wes’s gentle thrusts. He pushed Wes back and crawled into his lap, sitting on his cock as Wes’s big hands wrapped around his back and slid up his spine, holding him tight as they rocked and swayed and kissed until they were dizzy. Eventually he threaded their fingers together, holding Wes’s hands to the blanket. He rode Wes with long, deep slides up and down his cock, until Wes was groaning and thrashing, biting his lips and squeezing his eyes closed. Justin wasn’t far behind. He let go of Wes’s hands and raked his fingers down Wes’s chest, bracing himself against Wes’s hard six-pack.
“I want to feel you come inside me.” He stroked his cock with one hand, leaning forward until Wes’s cock dragged over his prostate with each thrust. Lightning sheared through him, and he didn’t know if it was the fireflies he was seeing or if his mind was scattering fireworks.
Wes keened. He grabbed onto Justin’s ass and squeezed, drove himself up into Justin hard and fast and deep, and then exploded with a long, ragged shout. Justin gasped, his ass filling with a warmth that ran right up his spine. He was slicker than before, too. He kept bouncing on Wes’s cock even as Wes whimpered, clenched his fingers into Justin’s ass cheeks, tried to speak and only managed broken syllables.
Justin’s hand flew over his cock, and he came with a shout of his own, crying Wes’s name as he flew face-first into his orgasm. He squeezed around Wes, and Wes curled forward and kissed him as the world faded away.
He came back to himself on his side, tangled in Wes’s arms and legs, with the midnight breeze cooling their skin. Wes panted beside him, his hands threaded with Justin’s, his lips pressed to Justin’s knuckles. He hadn’t passed out, but it had been close, and he barely remembered tipping over or Wes wrapping Justin in his arms.
“Wow.”
Wes grinned. “There needs to be a better word invented to describe what that was.”
“Perfect.”
“Still not enough.” Wes kissed his wrist, the inside of his arm. “That was more than perfect.”
He smiled. “Yeah, it was, cowboy. It was.”
Chapter Seventeen
For Wes’ssecond away game, Justin took a road trip. He didn’t follow the buses, exactly, but he left when Wes and the rest of the team did. It was an eight-hour drive to the stadium in Louisiana, and he couldn’t text Wes and drive at the same time, so he listened to the playlist Wes had made for him on Spotify. Wes liked Western music, and when Justin asked if he liked Garth Brooks and Florida Georgia Line, Wes had given him a look of horror. The next day, Justin had a Western playlist curated just for him. “Western music comes from cowboy ballads,” Wes explained. “Country is that Nashville noise. Western is what they played on the frontier. A guy and his guitar and his horse, sitting around the campfire.”
“Which one sings about trains?”
Wes had sneaked a kiss on his cheek as Justin laughed. Listening, he had to admit: the music was very Wes. He could almost imagine Wes singing these songs, if it weren’t for the fact that Wes’s singing sounded like a camel being strangled. Turned out, there was something he wasn’t good at. In fact, he was downright awful.
Justin had made a playlist for Wes, too, so he could listen to something other than a hundred guys farting and snoring and belching on the bus for eight hours. His was an eclectic mix of pop and hip-hop and blues and ballet scores. When they moved in together, they were going to have one hell of a Spotify mix.
He was one of the early birds at the stadium, and he had a tailgate for one in his little Honda. He texted with Wes again for a bit. When they opened the stadium, he found his seat and watched both teams warm up.
Louisiana was supposed to give Wes and the rest of the team a challenge, enough so that the coach had them working extra hard the week before.
I’m not worried,Wes texted.I promised I’d win every game this season for you. I don’t break my promises.
He was early enough that Wes was able to find him in the stands during the team warm-up.Now I know exactly where to look.
Justin texted his dad when Wes and the team headed to the locker room. They’d been texting more and more, sometimes every day. It was nice, and he was getting to know his dad in a whole new way. His dad was funny, and insightful at times, and he really loved his Texas football. He was shocked Justin was at an away game—and, more than shocked, jealous.I need to meet this guy that has you going to all these games, Justin. He’s got to be a huge football fan, and you must be crazy about him. I tried for years to get you interested in football.
Yeah, but you’re my dad. It wasn’t cool when you tried.
Of course. Eyeroll emoji.Well, I need to buy your boyfriend a beer. He got through to you. Football is the best sport of all. And he likes the right team. Imagine if your boyfriend didn’t like Texas.He sent a GIF of a man grabbing his heart and fainting.
Justin grinned. He tried to imagine Wes rooting for another team. Then tried to imagine the look on his dad’s face when he showed up at their house one day with Wes at his side.
