Page 90 of Perfect Storm
“Don’t sound so surprised, bro,” Levi teased.
“I’m not.” But he was, kind of. He knew he wanted Levi. Badly, in fact. But Levi was more chill, less intense all around about everything. He could want Aidan and he could want a bunch of other people too, and Aidan wasn’t sure he’d ever know the difference.
That thought didn’t feel good, so Aidan pushed it away.
“You ever gonna tell me why you knew I was on my way home or is that a Levi secret?”
Levi chuckled. Turned in his arms. Pressed a kiss under Aidan’s jaw. “I texted Wes to ask him a question and he said you’d just left. Thought I’d have your shake ready for you, ’cause I know you like it right when you get home, especially if you didn’t eat dinner.”
“I had a chicken wrap,” Aidan said, but Levi wasn’t wrong.
“Oh, yeah, like that’s gonna be enough.” Levi grinned. “I know you, dude, you’re a hungry guy after a long day like that one.”
“Walkthrough tomorrow. Should be chiller,” Aidan said. After that, they’d take the long flight to California. And then back right after. It sucked to have to travel so far for a preseason game, but Aidan was sadly used to the way the NFL schedule liked to fuck with them.
“Yeah,” Levi said. “About that. I’m sort of counting on it.”
A spike of worry speared through Aidan. He tried to tamp it down with no success. “You okay? You nursing an injury?” He hadn’t seen Levi on the injury report, but vets could be cagey. Afraid to report things, afraid to be held out, especially if their playing time was up in the air.
Levi’s wasn’t, but he was still pushing through the last of Zane’s reluctance to make him the starting left tackle, and Aidan could imagine that right now, Levi wouldn’t want to draw attention to himself or rock the boat in any way.
Levi just laughed though, tucking his face into Aidan’s neck, arms winding around his waist. Somehow he was even closer then. Aidan knew he should drink his shake—Levi had made it for him, after all—but that would mean letting go of Levi and he really, really didn’t want to.
“No, bro, I’m good. I’m so good. I just . . .thought we could take advantage of the light day tomorrow.”
Levi shot him a knowing look, but Aidan wasn’t sure what that meant or why Levi was being so cagey. He typically had no issues asking for what he wanted, now that they were doing this.
It was Aidan who had all the neuroses about expressing his desires.
“I’m not sure what you mean.”
“Bro.” Levi sighed with exaggeration. “I forget you’re new to this.”
Aidan decided he was going to take that as a compliment. “Yeah.”
Levi nudged his hips flush against Aidan’s. “Want you to fuck me tonight.”
Maybe he shouldn’t have been surprised. Of course that was a thing queer guys did together. Aidan had watched enough porn with fucking during his own sexual awakening to know he’d be into it.
He’d always imagined it with Mo. Kind of imagined that maybe Mo might want to do it to him, and Aidan wasn’t against that at all.
But the thought of fucking Levi filled him with heat.
“Uh, yeah.Yes.”
Amusement bloomed across Levi’s face. “You’d be into that?”
“Yeah,” Aidan said. “And um . . .maybe someday, the other way too? If you are.”
Amusement melted into pleased astonishment. “Oh yeah. I didn’t think—”
Aidan flicked his shoulder, then smoothed his palm over the muscle there. “Shouldn’t be making hetero-normative assumptions, Banks.”
“No, I really shouldn’t. Yeah, we can do it that way too. I just . . .” Levi’s eyes went dark, heated, and Aidan’s cock twitched in his shorts. Okay, hereallywanted. Hadn’t even thought about it really, not until now, because what they’d been doing had already been so good. “I just really want it tonight.”
Aidan was having trouble thinking of any good reason to not immediately drag Levi to his bedroom. His whole brain had short-circuited and practically gone offline, just at the thought of it.
His hands tightened on Levi’s skin. “Yes, yes, let’s—right now.”
