Page 3 of Tangled Up In You
Chapter 2
Hunter
Finding love was one of those things in life that not everyone experienced. And I’d found it with Corbin. What sucked was not being able to scream it to the world that I’d found my soulmate; the one person who completed me. I hadn’t known I wasn’t whole, until Corbin became my missing piece.
But we couldn’t tell anyone. Not yet.
Not sure why. Other gay couples in our town hadn’t been chased away with pitchforks or anything. Maybe it was peer pressure or just the thought of being categorized asdifferentthat stopped us. Being a teenager was hard enough, and neither of us really wanted to add shit on top of that.
Corbin was the quarterback on our high school football team. I was on the team too, even though I kind of sucked. My main advantage on the field was my small size and speed. I could weave through the other players and outrun them. Football wasn’t something I wanted to do long-term; just something I enjoyed while in school.
Corbin, however, lived for it. His dream had always been to play pro-football.
When he was scouted, he really wanted to attend a college in California that had a Trojan for a mascot, which that had caused some taunting on my part about him being a massive condom. Another dude got the spot he wanted, though, so he’d settled with being an Arkansas Razorback.
Secretly, I was happy about it, and I knew that made me an awful best friend.
If he’d gone to California, I wouldn’t have been able to go with him. One, I couldn’t afford an expensive school like that—and that was if they even accepted me. Two, I loved my life there in Arkansas. I’d already made friends during the few times I visited the college campus in Fayetteville, and I’d talked to the head of the English department about the curriculum for the first semester. They had a Shakespeare seminar that I was freaking excited for.
So, although selfishly, I was happy Corbin wasn’t leaving.
At the library that evening, I searched the shelves forHomer’sThe Iliad. School had just ended, but it was never too early to get a start on my summer reading list. I was a huge lover of the classics, and I wanted to study classic literature in college.
“Aha. Gotcha,” I said when I saw the spine of it. After taking it off the shelf, I flipped it open, loving the smell of the pages. Seeing Corbin’s amused expression, I placed it under his nose. “Here. Smell.”
I proceeded to flip the pages, makingoohandahhsounds.
“God you’re such a nerd,” he said, fighting a smile. He leaned on the shelf and arched a brow. “Now that you found your little book, you ready to go? I thought we could catch a seven o’clock movie before I took you home.”
His blue-gray eyes made my stomach flutter and one glance at his sexy as sin lips took away any intelligent thought in my head. I almost kissed him right then, but I had to remind myself where we were.
Too many people were around.
“Yeah, I’m done,” I said, hugging the book to my chest. “What do you wanna watch?”
“I don’t know. MaybeBridesmaids,” he answered before giving me a silly grin. “I’m in the mood for a chick flick.”
“Sounds fun.”
His taste in movies—and music—was eclectic. He loved all types of it. Corbin was the kind of guy who got hyped up for the big action films like Transformers and any Marvel movie ever, but he also liked chick flicks, horror, suspense, and tear-jerker movies. And Disney. He was a connoisseur when it came to those. When we watched them together—something we’d done when we were kids and for some reason he still required us to do—we had epic singalongs.
After I checked out the book, we left the library and headed toward the movie theater. It was a small town, so we only had one theater, but it was a nice one, having just been built a year before.
Once we bought our tickets and concession, we went into the theater. No one else was in the same movie as us, so we sat in the very back row with our two large drinks and huge bucket of popcorn. We made our own commentary as the movie played and laughed at the ridiculous shit that spewed from our mouths.
Over halfway through, our attention drifted from the movie and to each other.
Corbin softly kissed my neck, and it sent chills up and down my arms. His hand roamed across the top of my leg and trailed to my inner thigh as his kisses on my neck turned to gentle bites.
“No hickies,” I said with a laugh—a laugh that was cut-off with a sharp gasp as he sucked hard at the base of my throat. He started rubbing the growing bulge through my pants and I was already close to losing it. “Fuck. Okay. Don’t stop.”
“Know what I’m gonna do, Hunter?” He moved his face close to mine, and even in the dim theater, I saw the devilish grin.
I shook my head, and that grin widened. He slid out of the seat, causing it to flip back up, and he moved between my legs. My pants were unzipped and in record time, he pulled them down and my dick sprang out.
And when his lips surrounded my tip, I groaned. The wet heat of his mouth was mind-blowing. He gave me head right there in the theater, and when I started coming, I had to clench my jaw to keep from moaning too loud.
Corbin swallowed every last drop and licked me from base to tip one last time before tucking my dick back into my pants.
