12. Chapter 12

Chapter 12

An hour and thirteen minutes later, Jon finally pulled up to Kieran's townhouse.

It had been an absolute rollercoaster of a day.

Started out optimistic, Jon excited that Kieran was coming to their first home game, excited and fearful about Riley's first start—but then that first play had happened, and Jon had been forced to keep his attitude level, keep his stomach from plummeting to the turf—but then his new quarterback had turned it around.

Had proved exactly why Jon had woken up with his blood buzzing this morning.

It was still buzzing, fourteen hours later.

Maybe he should be tired, but all he felt was elation—and an intense desire to finally see his boyfriend.

Jumping out of his car, he jogged up the steps and used the key Kieran had given him to unlock the door.

"Hey!" he called out. "I'm home."

Realized, of course, the second the word left his mouth that maybe he shouldn't have said it that way . . .but then that was how he'd begun to think of Kieran's place, hadn't he? But not just Kieran's place. Kieran himself.

"In the back." Kieran's voice echoed, and Jon realized after sweating it out for approximately point five seconds, he wasn't upset by what he'd said.

Kieran had just accepted it.

He walked down the hallway towards the main living space—split between the kitchen and the living room.

The TV was playing ESPN at a low volume, and Kieran was lying on the couch. He lifted his head as Jon walked in.

"Hail the conquering hero," he chuckled as Jon collapsed on the couch, near his head. Kieran lifted it and set it on his lap.

"Hi," Jon said, unable to stop the smile that bloomed across his face. The most authentic smile he'd given all day.

"I'm so proud of you guys," Kieran said softly.

"I'm pretty proud of us too," Jon agreed, reaching up and carding his fingers through Kieran's hair. "I wish I'd been able to see you there."

"Someday," Kieran said firmly, and Jon believed him.

"I'm thinking . . .like the end of the season, and we'll tell whoever you want." Jon had worried about this. How could he not?

"We've already done it then." Kieran's voice was drowsy, relaxed.

"Huh?"

"I mean, you know. I'd hope you'd know." Kieran turned his head, eyes meeting Jon's, and he cracked a smile. "And Nadia and Brock and a few others at the bar know. That's good enough for me, for as long as you need it to be. Those are the people who matter. I don't need you to get on ESPN or whatever and proclaim your love for me to the sky."

This time it was Kieran's turn to freeze.

Jon watched as panic settled into his gaze—probably much the same as it had Jon himself, only a few minutes before. But Jon had been alone in the hallway then, not facing Kieran.

"Not that you . . .uh . . ." Kieran stammered, trying to continue.

Jon put him out of his misery. How could he do anything else? "I'm not saying I'll never go on ESPN and never tell anyone about how much I love you."

"Oh. Oh ."

Jon grinned. "Yeah. I love you. Pretty sure you love me too, or you wouldn't have said that."

"I do. I do love you. An embarrassingly large amount." Kieran had the nerve to look apologetic about this, when all Jon felt was pure fucking exhilaration.

Jon's fingers tightened in his hair. "Look at us," he said. "I certainly wasn't looking to fall for anyone when I walked into your bar."

"I was just standing there, waiting. What I didn't know was that I was waiting for you," Kieran murmured.

He sat up and Jon circled his arms around his shoulders, tugging him in close. "Was that why your superpower was so quiet?"

"Maybe I've got no idea what you should be drinking, but I still know what you want. Exactly what you want," Kieran said, the corner of his mouth quirking up right before Jon leaned in and kissed him. It was only a taste, but it was enough to heat his blood.

That was all it ever took of Kieran for him to want, and want hard .

"Do you?"

"Oh yeah," Kieran teased.

It was easy to tug Kieran onto his lap. To dig his fingers back into his hair. Kieran's breath stuttered as his pulse accelerated.

"Show me," Jon whispered and Kieran did. Kissing him long and lush, his tongue swiping against his own.

It was quick and it was slow. Jon needed him badly , his cock pressing hard and insistent against his zipper, but they had all the time in the world, no need to rush, no need to not enjoy every blessed second, so he didn't rush.

Kissed Kieran over and over again, sliding his hands over his T-shirt, under it, feeling every inch of his skin, loving every inch of it.

Kieran gave as good as he got, restlessly pressing his body against Jon's, like he couldn't get close enough.

When they finally broke apart, Jon was panting, the sound harsh in the quiet of Kieran's place. "I love you," he said, because now that he'd said, he couldn't stop saying it. Because he did, so fucking much.

Kieran leaned in, resting his forehead against Jon's. He could practically taste his lips again. "I love you, too," he said. "And God, I want you."

"Yeah?" Jon slid a hand down, gripping the irresistible curve of Kieran's ass.

"God, yeah." Kieran exhaled sharply. " Please ."

Jon tucked a hand down his shorts, the muscles underneath his touch tensing and then releasing. Ghosted just a finger down his crack, to his hole. Felt it flex as Kieran's head dropped to his shoulder and he mouthed at his neck.

"Shit," Jon groaned.

"Come on, babe, I gotta have something ," Kieran said. He reached over and grabbed the lube from the drawer next to the couch, handing it off to Jon as he wiggled his shorts off.

"You're too good at that," Jon chuckled, slipping his finger, wet with lube, back down, Kieran groaning right into his ear as he began to work it in slowly.

"And you're too good at that," Kieran retorted, his voice full of sexual heat.

"Had a good teacher."

"Ugh, just like that." Kieran's voice stuttered as Jon found the spot inside him that always made him breathless, always made him lose it.

Because it didn't matter how many times he'd made Kieran moan, he wanted a hundred more. A thousand.

Wanted to hear his breath catch every day for the rest of his life.

"I know how you like it, babe," Jon murmured. "Just like that. Oh yeah. Yeah." Felt his cock twitch at the thought of all this tight heat wrapped around it.

"Give me another then," Kieran begged.

He had every intention of giving Kieran everything he wanted—everything he needed—but he wasn't going to rush anything.

"Just enjoy it," he said, thrusting deeper, twisting his finger around. Taking his time. Glorying in that heat, before he slipped another in.

"Fuck," Kieran muttered.

Jon pressed in slowly, feeling every inch of Kieran's body as it sucked him in. His cock was wet against his shirt, catching on the fabric.

Kieran reached down and wrenched his T-shirt off, throwing it on the floor. Began to ride Jon's fingers as his cock pushed, damp and rock-hard, against his stomach.

He knew Kieran could come just like this, two or three fingers in his ass, his cock pressed against his skin.

But he wanted more than that. Wanted to be buried so deep he didn't know where he ended and Kieran began. Craved that closeness.

"One more," Jon insisted, finally tucking his third finger in. "Come on. Work for it, babe. Let me know how much you want it."

"Want you," Kieran panted. His fingers tightened on Jon's shoulders. "Want you so fucking bad."

"Gonna have me," Jon said, his own breath not so even.

Wishing that he'd had the forethought to shed his pants before they'd gotten in this position.

"I got you," Kieran said and moved enough to dislodge Jon's fingers, sliding down to the floor, gorgeous and boneless as he reached up for the belt holding his cock back.

Jon groaned as Kieran divested him of the rest of his clothes and then leaned in, giving his already aching cock a long, tantalizing suck. Leaving him wet and wanting.

"Get back here."

Kieran didn't need any more encouragement than that. He climbed back on Jon's lap and then, positioning his dick against his hole, began to sink down.

"Goddamn," Kieran groaned. "That's so goddamned good."

It was better than good. It was fucking heaven, being inside Kieran. Even having to resist moving, when he wanted to desperately, was amazing. Just sitting here and letting Kieran take as much as he wanted was better than any sex he'd ever had.

"Good?" Kieran teased as the backs of his thighs finally met Jon's.

"Shit, yeah," Jon said and reached up, cupping Kieran's neck, tugging him down so their lips met again.

Kieran gave an experimental thrust, moaning into his mouth. Jon thrust next, and then they were moving together, wild and uninhibited and messy. Like they'd already been waiting too long.

"Love you," Jon groaned into Kieran's neck, wrapping his arms around his back and pulling him in more insistently. "Love you all the time."

Tensing, Kieran thrust one last time and clenched down, his cock unloading on Jon's stomach as he rode out his orgasm. Pulling Jon right into his, body milking his come out of him.

They collapsed onto the sofa.

"We're gonna make a mess," Jon said a minute later. It had been really good, leaving the condoms behind—there was nothing like Kieran's heat searing him with nothing in between—but it was messier.

"Don't care," Kieran said drowsily. "Eventually we'll burn this couch and buy a new one. Won't stop us from fucking on it."

Jon held back in the chuckle—if he did laugh, the mess would inevitably be worse.

"I love you enough I'll even go couch shopping with you."

Kieran opened one eye and pinned Jon with a look. "If you're gonna fuck me on it, you can participate in the buying."

"Fair," Jon agreed and risked reaching down for Kieran's T-shirt, using it as a stopgap measure as he carefully slid Kieran off, cleaning up as best as he could.

A few minutes later, they were curled up on the other end, avoiding the wet spot.

"Am I gonna get that kind of welcome every time we win?" Jon teased.

Kieran smacked him on the shoulder. "Maybe next time I'll just let you suck my cock, since you love it so much."

He couldn't really argue with that, because he did.

Instead, something he hadn't really expected to say came out. "I thought we were done, after Riley ran out of the back of the end zone, today," he admitted. "I shouldn't have felt that way, though. Shouldn't have even thought that."

"You were afraid. It's alright. I was fucking terrified," Kieran agreed.

"But you're not his coach."

"No. Just the coach's very cute boyfriend," Kieran inserted.

"Sometimes I feel like I've got all this shit figured out, and then something like this happens, and I realize, not so much ."

"You're giving your guys room to fail and room to grow and room to succeed. To win ." Kieran partially sat up now, pinning Jon with a very serious look.

"I want to win, for me. And for them. Mostly for them."

"Me too, I think," Kieran agreed. "For this city. You're the best thing that's happened to us in a long time."

"Just to the city?" Jon questioned.

Kieran laughed. "Me too. But then you already knew that."

"Guess I did." The long day was finally beginning to catch up with him, and Jon was suddenly having trouble keeping his eyes open.

"You know what I did after that happened with Riley?"

"Cried? Wondered if you were gonna end up following me to Green Bay or LA or Seattle?"

"Went out and bought a Riley Flynn jersey."

"Oh." That wasn't what he'd expected Kieran to say.

"Best way I could buy one of yours. 'Cause he's your guy, now, you know?"

Jon did, now.

"Yeah," he agreed. "And so are you."