Page 49 of Still Bruised
“I gotta get my picks for next week in tomorrow. Who would you pick in the Bengals-Browns game?” Anton asked.
“They’re both shit teams, but I’d lean Bengals,” Jude replied.
Anton relaxed beside him. “Maybe I come watch the games here Sunday afternoon instead of meeting up with my coworkers at the bar.”
“Youdon’thave to babysit me.”
“I’m not,”Anton spat. “I spend too much time with those fuckers during the week as it is. I’d much rather sit here, stuff my face, and talk shit with you than be stuck in a hole-in-the-wall dive serving overpriced, watered down beer with them.”
Jude turned his gaze to Anton.
Anton turned his gaze to Jude.
He hoped all the things he couldn’t say were written on his face. After a few seconds, he looked down at his bowl and moved the food around with his fork again.
“What are we stuffing our face with next Sunday?” Jude asked.
Anton grinned. “I don’t know, but whatever it is, you’re buying.”
“Deal.” He looked at the television. “Roan’s going to kill us if we stay up to watch this game, you know?”
“He’ll get over it. Not like we play all that great on a full night’s sleep anyway,” Anton said.
Jude chuckled. “Speak for yourself.I’vegot moves.”
9
Foster held Jude’s wrists and yanked them over his head. Jude stared up him with those gorgeous green eyes, panting hard. At first there had been a mixture of anger and fear in those eyes, but something had changed. Foster wasn’t sure what it was, but it made it harder for him to breathe. This boy he’d dreamed of touching was in his arms. Finally. He pinned Jude to the locker with his bigger body, his cock immediately thickening.
Jude’s lips parted on a sigh, his face tilted toward Foster’s.
All logic and reasoning fled. Here was Jude Margulies in his arms.
And it felt really fucking good.
He stared at Jude’s lips, tempted to find out how it felt to kiss a boy. Leaning in a little, he searched Jude’s face. Nothing told him to stop. It was green lights all the way.
Leaning further, he pressed his lips to Jude’s.
Jude shuddered against him, a hint of a moan bubbling up. But he didn’t move. He didn’t kiss back. He just stood there.
Oh, shit… did I misread the situation?
What the fuck have I done?
Jude suddenly leaned forward and captured Foster’s mouth, his kiss firmer and more confident. Jude pressed his tongue against his. Foster’s heartbeat ratcheted higher. He released Jude’s hands and lowered his. Avoiding the aching part of Jude against his thigh, he reached for that sweet ass he’d stared at for far too long, kneading it with his fingers.
When Jude stuck a hand down Foster’s pants and went for his cup, he gasped.
Jude pulled his head back, staring at him. Watching.
His hand never stopped.
Up and down his growing length.
Ashley touched him like that, but it didn’t make him feel the same way. When she did, he wanted it to stop. Now, he was eager.
Needy.
