Page 49 of Studs Up
Holden was several rows away, playing video games with Alex in a seat facing me.
I caught myself staring and pulled out my tablet to watch the footage again. For the second time in my life, watching footage wasn’t enough. My mind was several rows away on a plane to satan’s asshole.
Holden was starting to creep into my blood and my bones. Getting to the hotel and locking the door behind me so I could undress him was the only thing on my mind.
I wanted more. I wanted everything, and the box of condoms and lube at the bottom of my duffle was burning a hole in my brain. Hearing his voice and seeing him smile made me rock hard, and the weight of the tablet in my lap was hardly enough to keep my erection hidden.
Landing was a gift from the gods until the doors opened, and I got a blast of the hot, sticky air before I even got out of the plane. It was disgusting how quickly I was covered in sweat.
“I fucking love the sunshine!” Alex spread his arms and welcomed the repulsive heat.
“Someone kill him, please,” I growled.
“Right there with you,” Holden grunted as he put on his sunglasses next to me.
“Would you look at that,” Coach lumbered up next to us? “Did you two just exchange words and not try to kill each other?”
“Fuck no,” I said and sped up to catch up to Morales.
But the second we got into the room, I had Holden against the wall and moaning. His hands fisted into my shirt, pulling me closer. I groaned.
“Was that flight as hard for you as it was for me?” I asked. His hips rolled up against mine to find my cock just as hard as his.
“Yeah,” he breathed. His hand dipped into my pants and stroked my shaft.
I grabbed his hand and dragged him to the bathroom.
“I need a cold shower,” I said.
“I thought you wanted a blow job,” he said, confused but was stripping along with me.
“I do. I hate this fucking weather.”
He laughed. It rang clearly off the tile, and it was beautiful. I reached for him, naked and smiling, and pulled him to me.
“Are you telling me the sun is your kryptonite? Good to know.”
I pointed a finger at him and scowled at the grin on his face. “That in no way gives you an advantage.”
“The heat sucks,” he agreed with a smile.
“So do you,” I rumbled. I pulled him into the shower, and he didn’t even wait to sink to his knees.
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He was doing it again, pacing back and forth. I knew it wasn’t my business, and he had made that abundantly clear, but we were at a point where I had to intervene. I wasn’t going to sleep until he did.
He paced carefully and quietly. I assume he was trying not to wake me up, but he was hyperventilating. He ran his hands through his hair, trying hard to control his breath, but he couldn’t.
“At some point, you do sleep, right?” I mumbled. He jerked and froze as if he’d been shocked by a live wire.
“Go back to sleep,” he snapped and kept pacing.
“Sure,” I rolled over to my back. “When you do.”
“I don’t want to do this, Nolan,” his voice was tight. “Go to sleep.”
“You have been awake every single night. What the fuck?”
