Page 135 of Hard Count
“Look at me,” Piper said.
“I’m looking.”
Piper kept going. He flipped Noah over, looking into his eyes with every deep thrust.
He was not performing.
He was not being watched.
He was fucking another man because he wanted to.
Noah’s nails were dragging down his back and the sky above was giving them a show.
He looked at Noah’s face. Noah didn’t close his eyes. Neither of them did. Their eyes stayed locked.
As Piper moved, Noah moved with him.
No scoreboard. No cameras. No crowd. This was theirs.
Noah came first, streaming against the rocks, with a groan that was loud enough for the groundskeeper to hear. Piper felt him clench and kept going for the strokes he had left in him. Then Piper came inside Noah, deep, his whole body shaking in ecstasy.
Noah stared at him like he’d finally found the real Piper.
Noah closed his eyes, opened them, and said it.
“I love you.”
Piper paused like he had heard a word in a language he never learned.
He looked at Noah.
He reached for his phone on the rock, opened his Spotify playlist,Gimme Moreby Britney Spears pulsed through the steam.
The opening beat hit deep. Then Britney said the iconic opening line.
Piper winked in that confident way he envied Noah was able to pull off.
He smirked.
Then he said it in the way only Piper FUCKING Ashton could.
“Back at ya, bitch.”
THE END
