Page 44 of The Quarterback
“Well… yeah.”
“Why?” Nick’s hands shook where they grasped Colton’s button-down, two fistfuls of fabric over his pecs. His lips were parted, still shiny from their kiss—Jesus, that’s me, that’s me on his lips—and his head moved in tiny shakes, like he couldn’t believe the world he was in.
Colton felt the flush start in his chest, rise from beneath his collar and stain his cheeks crimson. “I think that’s kind of obvious, isn’t it? Unless I really suck at things. More than I thought I did.”
Nick blinked. He tried to say something. Nothing came out.
“Iwantyou.” His whisper bounced off Nick’s lips. “I want you, Nick.”
Something sparked deep inside Nick’s gaze. His pupils went from oceans of surprise, shock bleeding in all directions, to lakes of fire. Pools of magma. His gaze raked down Colton’s body, from his lips to his chest—where Nick was still grasping his shirt—to his waist and lower, then snapped up, lingering on Colton’s lips before shooting higher to catch Colton’s stare.
Nick shoved off his barstool. He slammed into Colton, their legs, hips, shoulders colliding. Colton jerked, and he grabbed Nick’s waist and held him tight, keeping them joined, body to body. He felt his cock go from scared and soft to desperate and hard against Nick, Nick’s crotch, Nick’s cock.
“Let’s get out of here,” Nick growled.
* * *
The walkback to the hotel was a blur.
Colton remembered his back hitting brick walls, remembered clinging to Nick’s waist as they kissed feverishly. Flashes in time, moments that became fixed memories. Nick’s tongue tangling with his. His head thrown back, scraping against brick and mortar as Nick bit down on his jaw or neck. Nick’s hands traveling over his hips, sliding up his sides and over his ribs. Their bodies arching together. Thigh finding thigh, finding the space between each other’s legs. Colton’s cock had never been so hard.
They raced up the stairs to their suite. Nick’s hands shook as he worked the lock, trying and missing the doorknob. They barged inside like wild animals, and the door clattered off the wall, then slammed shut behind them. It was late. They were going to get noise complaints. Colton didn’t care.
He grabbed Nick around the waist and hauled him close, then backed up, all the way to Nick’s bed. He sealed his lips over Nick’s, thrust his tongue into Nick’s mouth.
Fuck, with his sling on, he couldn’t move the way he wanted to, couldn’t get both hands on Nick’s body. He tore the damn thing off and dropped it beside the bed as he fell backward, still holding Nick.
His shoulder twanged once, and then he forgot he had a shoulder.
Nick crawled over him, straddling his legs and his waist as he chased Colton’s lips. His hands raked through Colton’s hair, fingers grasping Colton’s skull almost hard enough to hurt. His kiss was a tornado: wild, ferocious, unrestrained. It was like a full defensive line bearing down on Colton, and he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. Could only grab Nick and kiss him back.
He bucked up, thrusting his hips against Nick. His cock was straining. Aching. He needed to feel Nick’s body, needed to feel if Nick wanted Colton as badly as Colton wanted Nick.
There. His hard heat found Nick’s, still encased in their suit pants.
Yes. Nick was hard. Hard forhim.
Nick groaned and buried his forehead against Colton’s. His wet lips brushed over Colton’s jaw, his cheek. He exhaled, whispered, “Colton.”
Colton whimpered. Both arms rose—twangwent his shoulder—and encircled Nick’s waist before he tugged frantically on Nick’s dress shirt. He got it free from Nick’s pants and then slid his hands up under the starched cotton, under the loose hem of his undershirt.
Nick pushed off Colton, rising in his lap. Colton hissed, his hands falling back.Too much, I went too far—
Nick’s shaking fingers started on the buttons of his shirt. He gritted his teeth and squeezed his eyes closed as he fought his third button.
Colton joined him, getting four buttons undone as Nick managed another one. He sat up, sliding Nick’s shirt down his shoulders before wrapping his arms around Nick’s waist again. He buried his face in Nick’s chest. More than a dusting but less than a pelt, Nick’s dark chest hair, dotted with silver strands, spread from pec to pec, down to his flat stomach, and lower, disappearing beneath his belt.
“You, too,” Nick whispered. His lips moved against Colton’s hair, the crown of his head. He clung to Colton’s shoulders. “Take your shirt off.”
Colton rolled them both, laying Nick on his back on the mattress as he straddled Nick like Nick had straddled him. He worked his buttons like his shirt was on fire, ignoring the steadily rising ache in his shoulder. He shucked his shirt as soon as he had it open, but the bunched fabric of his sleeves caught on his forearms, and he had to shake his arms like he was one of those inflatable tube figures parked outside car dealerships in summer. Nick helped Colton get his shirt off, then shimmied out of his own undershirt.
Skin to skin, chest to chest. Colton nearly came in his pants at just the feel of Nick against him, reality set free from all his dreams. Colton pulled his hips back—don’t come don’t come don’t come—and then balanced his weight on his left elbow as he started kissing his way down Nick’s jaw, his neck, over his collarbones.
Down to his chest and into that patch of chest hair. Nick shuddered beneath him, his heart beating so hard Colton could hear it, feel it when he pressed his lips over Nick’s left pec. This was his first time ever being up close and personal, lips to skin, with a man’s chest. He kissed the skin over Nick’s heart, sucked a hickey beneath his nipple. Hair was a new sensation, different from a girl’s endless curves. Not a bad sensation, though. Not when it was Nick’s chest hair. He latched on to Nick’s nipple and bit down.
Nick’s back arched as he made a noise between a scream and a groan. His legs spread, and Colton shifted, moved his knees in between Nick’s thighs. He kept kissing lower, lower, lips sliding over Nick’s belly button and both of his hips before he reached the barrier of Nick’s dress pants and belt. Below the buckle, Nick’s cock strained against his zipper, almost obscene with how much it tented his pants.
Nick was as turned on as Colton was.
