Chapter 29: Thad

Chapter 29

Thad

With us being in the dive bar this is, no one notices us in our own corner of the restaurant. Kelley’s animated and happy, and it does things to my insides to see him so uninhibited.

His suggestion—joke or not—to change firms, while practically impossible, held real temptation. I could look at changing jobs. I could leave King Sports and chase being an agent with a less reputable brand, but doing that just for a chance to date Kelley? It’s extreme, even for self-sabotaging me.

Plus, with this chance to work with Zaka and the possibility of the two baseball kids who seemed in awe of me when they’re the ones with the bright futures … King Sports is where I need to be.

Even if I can barely restrain myself as I look over at Kelley smiling, his dark eyes holding a spark I’ve only seen a couple of times on him.

He’s downed a plate of fries and battered fish, and now he’s eyeing off mine.

I push my basket—because this place is classy and food comes in a basket—toward him, and he starts eating my fries so casually, like we’ve been here a thousand times and he’s stolen my food a thousand more. It has a sense of familiarity to it that makes me crave more of these small moments with him. Moments we shouldn’t have .

“So did you go see your parents today?” His question is as casual as his posture, and even that feels familiar.

“Yep.”

“How are they?” Kelley throws another one of my fries in his mouth.

“Getting on each other’s nerves, but good.”

“And your brother?” He eyes me now, as if bracing himself for bad news.

“Mom’s worried, but Dad and I aren’t. I set up a social media account to catfish him so we can keep an eye on him, seeing as he blocked us all. You know, just your average day in the St. James house.”

“So he is okay?”

“According to his socials, he’s partying it up. He’s no doubt run out of the money he stole from Mom and Dad, but he’s obviously got someone paying his way.”

“Or maybe he got himself a job and is supporting himself?”

“You clearly don’t know my brother.”

“Everyone has to grow up sometime.”

I press my lips together because he’s right. But I don’t see my baby brother ever doing that. “I hope he’s growing up out there. There comes a time in everyone’s life where they have to take a hard look at themselves and do what’s best for them.”

“Like me deciding to come out.”

“Exactly. Or me realizing I didn’t have what it takes to make it in baseball.”

“I’m sure he’s out there learning big lessons.”

I hope Kelley’s right. For Wylder’s sake.

Kelley shoves my basket of food back in my direction. “Unlike me, who knows I should’ve stopped eating about twenty fries ago.”

“I guess that means you don’t have any room for dessert?”

“If we’re talking ice cream, no. If we’re talking something else …” Kelley cocks an eyebrow at me.

“Oh, look at that, it’s time to go.”

My only regret is driving him all the way out here because we’re so far away from his place now.

I can’t wait to have him in my mouth again. Last night, it was all about his ass. Tonight, I’m going to suck his cock until he comes so hard that all he’ll be able to think about until the next time I see him is all the phenomenal things I can do with my mouth.

I’m already thinking about when I’ll be able to come to Philly for another weekend. It’ll have to be when he has a home game again, and I could borrow the car from my roommates. Though, I could also catch the train if I had to.

I’m so busy thinking about the next time that I forget to stop and ask if there will even be a next time. We’ve both said we want to date each other while acknowledging it’s not a possibility.

We could keep doing what we’re doing, see each other whenever we can, and have a secret fuck buddy relationship going on behind the public “friendship,” but it’s only a matter of time before this friendship gets back to Damon. And when that happens, I don’t exactly want to lie to him, but telling him I’m sleeping with the client who gifted me ten thousand dollars for “being there for him” screams of an inappropriate use of power on Kelley’s behalf.

The more we mess around, the worse it’s going to be if it gets out. Which means we’re only boxing ourselves into a corner.

Yet, I don’t want to stop.

I try to concentrate on driving, but all I can think about is the man in the passenger seat next to me. His warmth, the way his hand is creeping up my thigh with every mile that passes.

By the time I pull the car into his round driveway, I’m tempted to get the job done here.

Screw going inside, getting undressed, and being comfortable. I’m craving quick and messy, where the transmission gets in our way, with the steering wheel poking me in the back, and all-around awkwardness that somehow makes everything even hotter.

I’m too impatient for anything else.

Kelley opens his car door, but I pull him back before he can make a move to get out.

“I’m so not going to make it inside.” I lean over the center console and slam my mouth down on his, groaning against his lips. “I’m so fucking desperate for you.”

He moans but breaks away, so I kiss down his neck instead. “ I’m desperate for you too, but you can’t even make it inside the house?”

I chuckle against his skin. “You’re the one who’s been practically jerking me off through my pants all the way home. I need you in my mouth now.”

Kelley grips the back of my head and guides my lips back to his.

I should’ve specified I want his cock in my mouth, but his tongue is just as welcome. That is until he sneakily pulls free of me and is out the car door before I can stop him.

“Looks like you’ll have to come in the house after all.”

“Is that a coming pun or an accident?” I call after him as he’s walking to his front door.

If he thinks giving me a breather is in any way going to calm me down, he’s wrong. He better run if he wants to make it to the bedroom.

He’s already inside the house by the time I get out of the car, but he doesn’t make it far because my stride is wide, and he really must think that pulling away from me would settle the need I have for him.

That need is more impatient than I am, and I’m like a toddler when it comes to having to wait for the things I want.

At least Kelley has the decency to be shirtless when I’m closing the front door behind me, but he doesn’t get to his pants. He literally has no time because I pounce on him.

He laughs when I spin him to face me, and our teeth clang together as I try to kiss him, but then he sinks into it. That is until we stumble over the stairs and both fall.

He grunts. “Should’ve let you do this in the car.”

“Yes. You should have. Because now I’m going to have to blow you on these stairs, and that’s going to be more uncomfortable than in a car.” Not that I’m really upset about that, because this is still what I wanted.

Fast.

Messy.

Mild discomfort from the stairs digging into my back .

It’s fucking perfect.

Sort of.

Okay, I have no idea how this is going to work, but I’m going to try. I roll on top of Kelley and kiss him while I work open his pants with one hand. My other is resting beside Kelley’s head, elbow on one step while my hand grips the edge of the stair above.

My muscles strain to keep the majority of my weight off him, and the tightness in my body only makes the ache in my balls more intense.

When I get his pants undone, Kelley helps me pull them down to his knees. His amazing cock springs free, making my mouth water.

It has to be uncomfortable with how he’s positioned on his back, so I do what I do best. I slink down and engulf his whole shaft, taking his cock to the back of my throat.

Kelley’s hand flies into my hair as he lets out a string of curses, and an urge to slow down tries to take over. I could suck his cock all night. But I won’t be mean. He has to get up early for some road games, and I have to drop him off. We might have all night together, but we don’t have all night to fuck around.

I’m going to make him come his brains out and then take him to bed where I’m going to let myself hold him until morning.

I hum around his cock and suck harder. It’s my goal to get him to blow as fast as possible, so I bring my A game, and when I sense him getting close, I reach between his legs and play with his balls.

They draw up tight, and in the next second, his release floods my mouth. I swallow him down, every last drop, but even when I suck him dry, I want more.

Kelley has to tap my shoulder to get me to pull back when he’s had enough. I force myself to my feet so I don’t crush him, and staring down at him with his pants still around his ankles, his naked body on display, and that CA tattoo that makes me mad every time I see it, I know how I want to get off.

“Can I at least return the favor in a bed?” he asks, still breathless. “You know, when my limbs aren’t spaghetti? ”

“I have a better idea.” There’s a growl in my voice as I undo my pants. “Turn on your side.”

“Oh, sure, because that’s not going to be even more uncomfortable.”

I do it for him. I grip his shoulder and twist his body so that tattoo of his is on full display. “I’m going to come all over this tattoo.” I hold him in place with one hand while I lower my pants and underwear to my thighs.

To me, CA is a faceless guy from Kelley’s past, and when I mark it all up with my cum, I’ll be the one he thinks about every time he looks in a mirror and sees these initials. That thought gets me so close to the edge my cock leaks all over my hand.

I use my precum as lube, spreading it all over my tight skin. “I’m close. I’m so fucking close.”

“Come on me,” he whispers, and it’s all over.

I’ve been so focused on his tattoo, but when I come, I make eye contact with him.

His gaze moves from my cock where it’s spilling all over his skin to my face and back again. His tongue darts out to wet his lip.

“You want a taste?” I ask and release where I’m holding his shoulder.

He nods and, as if that was what he was waiting for, sits up and closes his mouth over my tip, licking every bead of cum that remains.

I shudder, my knees weak, but I manage to stay upright. Somehow.

When I’m completely done, I pull out of Kelley’s mouth, and he smiles up at me.

“Are you able to walk upstairs now?” He’s smug, snarky, and instead of responding with something similar, I lean over and kiss him.

It’s soft, far less urgent than before we got off. It leaves me feeling content. Happy. Kelley sighs into my mouth, and I get the same sense from him.

I pull back and stand again, fixing up my pants, and then I hold out my hand for him to take. “Come on. I’m going to take you up to bed. ”

He kicks off his pants when he gets to his feet, so he’s completely naked. “Oh, so now you want a bed. Just when I want a shower.” He gestures to the cum all over his rib cage.

“You’re keeping that until at least the morning. I don’t care if it will stain your sheets and scent your bedroom to smell like me.”

We’re not in a hurry as we climb the rest of the stairs and turn down the hallway to his room.

“What’s with the tattoo thing anyway?” Kelley asks.

“What do you mean?”

Again, he gestures to his side. “Why?”

“Why do you think? Whoever CA is, he’s an idiot for ever letting you get away. Though maybe not as big of an idiot as you are for getting someone’s initials permanently on your skin.”

Kelley stops walking. He blinks at me. Once, twice. Then he lets out the loudest laugh that’s so unexpected I don’t know what to make of it.

He takes a while to catch his breath enough to talk. “The only idiot here is you.”

“Aww, you say such sweet things to me.”

Kelley shakes his head. “I almost want to let you continue to think the initials belong to another man because the possessiveness is kinda hot. Especially when you went full-on alpha by marking your territory.”

“When you put it that way, it makes me sound like an asshole.”

“Nope. You’re adorable.”

“That’s too far the other way. Coming all over your skin is not supposed to be adorable.”

His lips land on mine, but it somehow feels as condescending as calling me adorable. His eyes are still shiny with amusement as he pulls back and says, “CA is the Charlotte Arrows. You know, who I played for in college?”

As his words sink in and I take in his tattoo again, the arrow that holds the letters together, I realize I really am an idiot. “Yeah, well, they can’t have you either.”

Kelley smiles. “Everyone got one. Do you want to track down all the guys I went to college with and come all over theirs too? ”

“And I’m back to hating the tattoo. You have a matching tattoo with like twenty other guys?”

“I do. But if you really hate it that much, I’ll let you mark it up every time we see each other.”

“Look forward to it.”

But that really only begs the question: when will we see each other again?