Page 100 of Time to Shine

Landon turned his head far enough in Casey’s direction that Casey could see he was smiling. “Stop.”

“Too late. Thinking about it.”

“We were in the locker room, okay?”

Casey was delighted by this piece of information. “Alone?”

“Yes.”

“Did we have gear on? Just towels? Nothing? Was I wearing gear and you were naked? What are we talking here?”

“We both had our gear on, but you were on the floor, between my pads and somehow you...” Landon bit his lip as color rushed to his cheeks.

“Somehow I...” Casey prompted.

“You had my...my dick out. And you were...stroking it.”

Casey inched closer. “You had all your gear on, pads, mask, everything? But your cock was on display for me?”

Landon nodded.

“God, that’s hot,” Casey said. “Did it feel good, me stroking you?”

“Yeah,” Landon whispered. Casey didn’t miss the way he jerked his hips against the mattress.

“Roll over,” Casey said.

Landon didn’t hesitate. He rolled on his side to face Casey, eyes huge and dark.

Casey kept their gazes locked, watching for any sign that Landon didn’t want this, as he slipped his hand under Landon’s shirt, spreading his fingers on his bare stomach. Landon shivered, just from that. Casey loved how responsive he was. He loved that this man, who could barely tolerate being touched most of the time, was trembling under Casey’s fingertips, and pressing his skin up against his palm.

Casey teased Landon’s waistband, letting his fingers slip just inside. “You want me to?”

“Yes,” Landon said on an exhale.

Casey smiled, then tugged Landon’s pants and underwear down his thighs, letting his cock spring free, huge and heavy. Casey kept his touch light and teasing, experimentally brushing over Landon’s cock and watching it twitch and jump. When he glanced up at Landon’s face, he saw that his eyes were closed, and his jaw was slack.

“Good?” Casey asked.

Landon nodded, loose like his head was too heavy for his neck.

Casey knew his way around a cock, so he was confident he could make this really fucking good for him. He gave him a proper stroke, and Landon moaned louder than he’d probably meant to. He covered his mouth with his hand and muttered, “Shit.”

Casey laughed.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Landon said. Then moaned again when Casey gave him another stroke.

“It’s okay,” Casey said. “No one can hear us.”

“This house,” Landon gasped, “is like one giant room.”

“The walls and doors are solid, though. I made sure of it.”

“We should still try to be—fuck!” Landon bit his lip.

Casey kissed his neck. “You can try to be quiet if you want.” He twisted his hand around the head of Landon’s cock, causing him to thrust into the air.

“Oh god,” Landon said, voice shaky. “Stop. Please.” Casey stopped, and Landon exhaled heavily. “Sorry.”

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