Page 91 of Gym Bros
“I guess.”
“You like teaching yoga, though?”
“I fucking love it.”
I grin. “Lucky me.”
He rolls his eyes and bites down on his smile. “Shut up, Samuel.”
The doorbell rings, and I get up since I don’t have a cat on me. I bring the pizza box and a ton of paper towels to the coffee table and let Calyx pick the piece he wants. He picks one that’s somewhere between huge and medium. I ordered a cheese pizza just to be safe, but now’s as good of a time as any to find out what kind of toppings he likes. We’re due for a subject change. I wanted to show him a good time, and I figure there’s still a chance.
“I’m not picky,” he says. “As long as it’s not too heavy to pick up, I’ll eat it.”
Good to know. With my slice in hand, I lean back on the couch and hit play, adjusting the volume until it’s just on the verge of way too loud.
Calyx settles into his spot with his pizza and wine, eyes fixed on the screen. “Is that the Chris?” he asks when Chris Evans appears.
“Yes,” I tell him.
He nods thoughtfully. “He’s like an eight.”
I grin, and we quickly get caught up in the movie. I’ve seen them all, but only a couple of times each, and it’s been years since I’ve watched this one.
He comments on the oddest things. “That’s a terrible skirt,” he’ll say when there’s literally not an actress on the screen, and I have to look into the background and guess at which extra’s garment he finds offensive. Or—“Your abs are better,” he says,which I admit is my favorite random comment. At one point, about halfway in, he says, “Is this why you wanted to be an MMA fighter?”
I laugh. “No.”
He refills his wine and doesn’t say much more.
I can tell he’s into it, which is great because I realize with this particular movie pick I was running the risk of a lot of eye-rolling. But instead, he laughs at the funny parts and holds his breath in the tense moments.
To be honest, I’m paying way more attention to him out of the corner of my eye than I am the movie, but it’s just as good of a show. When he scoots closer to me and stretches his legs out on the couch, I take a chance and put my arm around him.
He rests his head on my chest and wraps an arm around my waist, letting out a contented sigh. He’s exactly where I want him, and I also, finally relax.
His proximity is like a warm light I want to lose myself in. I also want to touch himeverywhere. The blanket is still covering him from the waist down, but I want to slide my hand beneath it, into his short shorts and see if there are any surprises there.
I want to kiss his head and smell his hair, and I also wouldn’t protest if he wanted to lower his hand a little.
I focus on the screen, on Chris Evans who I don’t find appealing at all, though I see why other people would, and try like hell not to get an erection, because in these shorts, it won’t be subtle. I tame myself with a combination of mindful breathing and attention to the movie.
Then, just as the credits are about to roll, his hand does move, slipping behind the waistband of my shorts and expertly locating my dick. A second later, it’s out in the open, semi-erect, wrapped in his hand, and sliding past his soft, perfect lips.
14
CALYX
Being within sucking distance of Samuel’s cock for the last forty-five minutes has managed to make me lose what’s left of my mind. I’m all need and impulse with very few thoughts behind any of them. Just want. I want him. So fucking much I barely recognize myself.
Samuel lets out a soft, surprised breath as I draw the head of his cock to the back of my throat. He tastes exactly like he smells. Like sweat and virility and nice soap. Pulling back, I suckle his foreskin as I slowly stroke his shaft. He’s not completely hard, but I don’t think it’ll take more than a minute to get him there. His flesh is hot against my palm and twitching to life.
He’s gota lotof foreskin to explore with my lips and tongue. His hand lands on my ass, over the blanket, and he squeezes hard. “Fuck,” he says quietly. “That feels crazy.”
I flick my tongue across the loose opening and then, as he hardens and his crown emerges, I swipe my tongue across that, too, before going down on his length again. I don’t know what it was about the pizza and the movie that totally seduced me, but I’m ready to return the favor.
I moan around his dick as I take him once again to the back of my throat. I wish I could fit more, but he doesn’t seem unsatisfied.
“Your mouth, angel. Jesus Christ.”
