Page 101 of The Call-Up
“Because you’re the one who can barely lift your arms over your head right now.”
“Not true,” he says. “That tape job they give me really helps.”
“Thank God for tape, then.”
He smiles at me and huffs out a laugh. “It is a life saver right now. You’ll be amazed at everything I can still do.” He slides my suit jacket off my shoulders then pulls my dress shirt open.
“Really?” I lift an eyebrow at him. “Did the trainer tape your dick up too?”
“Fuck off.” He laughs and steps backward. As he does, he loosens his tie, then begins to unbutton his shirt. He gestures at me. “Get the rest of that off. I have some energy left to burn.”
Ryan
Normally after a loss, the last thing I’m feeling is horny. But tonight, that is not the case. Maybe it’s all the emotions in the air, the stakes of the Stanley Cup, the fact that I think I’ve been running on pure adrenaline these entire playoffs. Whatever it is, there’s something flowing in my veins that has me wanting a win in a far more primal way.
Or maybe, it’s just Brandon.
It’s funny, we’ve been legitimately inseparable for months now. I’m pretty sure the only time I’m not with him is when one of us is taking a shit. But even still, with how busy we’ve been, with all the travel, with us literally falling asleep the moment our heads hit the pillow each night, sex hasn’t been as frequent as one might think.
So, whatever, we lost. It’s fine. As long as we don’t lose the next one we still have a chance. And maybe what we need is to release some of this pent-up energy. For as exhausted as I am, my entire body feels like it’s buzzing constantly.
“Much better,” I say to him once he’s down to just his briefs.
He eyes me up and down. His eyes linger on my pants. “You’re a bit behind.”
“In a hurry, much?”
“Rich coming from you. You’re the one who started stripping me naked before the door even shut.”
I undo my belt, then the button of my pants, and zipper, letting my pants fall to the floor. I step out of where the fabric pooled at my feet and walk to him. “What can I say? I’ve been dying to get naked with you for days now.”
Brandon looks up at me from where he’s seated on the edge ofthe bed. He looks so tired. His eyes are heavy. He’s got a cut on his chin. His hair is too goddamn long. But he also looks sexy as hell. These last few weeks have done his body a lot of good.
Don’t get me wrong. He was already fit when he was called up. But now, he’s packed on a few more pounds of muscle. His pecs have become larger and defined. His shoulders are rounder, and his arms have new bulk. His abs. My God, do not get me started on his abs. His midsection looks like it’s been carved into every gay man’s wet dream of a torso. All of this, and I haven’t even touched on his stellar ass and thick, thick thighs.
“Look at you,” I say to him.
“Look at me.” His eyebrows rise. “Look at fucking you.” He smirks at me. “And for once this week I’m not talking about that big-ass bruise on your ribs.”
“Thank Christ,” I say, as I bring my hand to his chin. “I’m so sick of talking about it.”
I tip his chin up and he licks his lips. Thoroughly crowding his space, I dip down and kiss him, deep and slow. It’s been too long since we’ve done this. I want to luxuriate in it, but I fear this will be over quickly given the fact we haven’t done it since winning in Dallas.
But then again, the off season is almost here. And once it arrives, we’ll have all the time in the world to savor each other. To move at our own pace. To not hurry anything. These past three months, we’ve been moving at breakneck speed. For the first time in my life, I’m genuinely looking forward to the summer. Looking forward to having him with me to share it with, cup win or not.
As I continue to kiss him, I lay him down on his back. Together we make our way more to the middle of the bed and pull and kick our underwear off. It’s clumsy and sloppy, and mostly limbs banging around, but it’s also so us.
Now fully nude, pressed against me, I can feel how warm Brandon’s skin is. How solid his body is. How stable, steady, and reassuring the physical presence of him is.
I can also feel how fantastically hard his dick is as it pressesagainst mine between our bodies. That feeling alone is enough to get my already hard cock twitching with the need to be touched by either one of us.
“Where’s the lube?” Brandon asks. His voice is muffled by my neck. It vibrates through my whole body.
“In my bag,” I laugh as my hips thrust against his body, sending a jolt of pleasure through me with the way our erections glide together.
“Poor planning on your part.”
“No shit,” I say, then regrettably crawl off of him to fish the travel-sized bottle of lube out of my duffle bag.
