Page 74 of Dibs
“Am I old and washed up?” I whispered in the dark even though the door to our connecting rooms was closed.
“What?” Gage asked in a low voice.
I turned on my side to face him. “The boys are so excited about breakfast with Aron. They never did that for me.”
He moved, and by the glow of the clock, I could see he’d turned to face me too. “First of all, Jase used to gush about you all the time to the other boys on the Mavericks. About how his father wastheChase Matthewson. That kid thinks you hung the moon. And second, Dylan talked non-stop about you in Phoenix. He asked continuously if he could get your autograph, but I told him he needed to wait. That was my doing, given our history, and I’m sorry, but I think it’s safe to say you have fans in the adjoining room.”
“And you,” I reminded him. “You have a secret stash of Chase Matthewson collectibles you’ve never told me about? Are you a fan?”
“I’m your number one fan, baby.”
He leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. Like always, the kiss turned deeper, our tongues tasting each other. We both slid closer to one another, our erections meeting in the middle.
“We better stop.” I pulled back from his mouth.
“Yeah,” he agreed breathlessly.
A second later, we were kissing again. I reached between us, my hand slipping inside the waistband of his pajama pants. Gage wasn’t wearing boxers, and I had direct access to his hardening cock.
“Will you be quiet?” I asked, pumping him a few times.
“Will you?” he questioned back.
“I will if my mouth is around your dick.”
“Fuck, Chase,” he groaned, getting harder in my hand.
“You better put a pillow over your face if you can’t contain yourself.” I slid down the bed, taking his pants with me.
* * *
The hotelwe were at was down the street from where the Giants were staying. The team had another night game, and being the great guy Aron Parker was, he’d agreed to meet us at his hotel’s restaurant for breakfast.
After giving the car key to the valet, the five of us made our way into the lobby. Jase and Dylan were still amped as they asked a staffer where the restaurant was located. Once they had their answer, they took off in that direction and we followed.
“Excited about today?” Gage asked Tyler and wrapped an arm around his shoulders.
He shrugged. “I guess.”
After breakfast, we were going to the National Blues Museum. Even though I couldn’t carry a tune to save my life, I was looking forward to walking around and reading about the history and legends of the genre. I’d assumed Tyler was too, but by his nonchalant response, I thought differently. Gage and I shared a look. Tyler was still melancholy about the situation with Lisa and Santiago, and my instincts were telling me there was something he wasn’t telling us.
Before Gage could probe, Aron stepped out of the elevator a few feet from us, carrying a couple of handled brown paper bags in his hand. We greeted each other with bro hugs and then I introduced him to my boyfriend.
“Aron, this is Gage Statler. Gage, Aron Parker.”
They shook hands and Gage said, “Good to meet you finally. Thanks for the tickets last night.”
Aron waved him off. “No problem. I’d do anything for this guy.” He jabbed me lightly in the shoulder with his free hand. He handed Tyler one bag. “This is for you.”
Tyler grabbed it. “Thank you, Mr. Parker.”
My friend grinned. “Please, call me Aron.”
Jase and Dylan walked around the corner, Dylan’s eyes going wide when he saw Aron. They walked up to where we stood.
“Are you going to introduce Dylan to your friend?” I asked Jase, figuring calling Aron Jase’s friend would stroke my son’s ego a little.
Jase beamed and then said, “Dylan, this ismyfriend Aron Parker.”
