15. Ryan

Chapter fifteen

Ryan

Alan smiles my way from second base as I step up to bat.

Harrison is crouched down, bouncing his ass in time to the strut music. Gordon is winding up, ready to pitch one right down the line to me.

“You found another Animal Control tree to climb up, I see,” Harrison says, and I spin to face him.

“What did you say?”

The smack of the ball hitting his glove has half the crowd cheering and my team screaming at me from the dugout. Fuck. I should know better than to let him get under my skin.

Harrison laughs. “Relax, little monkey, your secret is safe with me.”

I have no idea if he really does know anything about Alan and me. They’re friends, and it makes sense he might tell him about us, but we haven’t gone public because we worried what the guys might think, and we didn’t want to cause any drama if they had a problem with it.

“Are you having second thoughts about us?” I ask, full well knowing he’s totally happy with Arlo and having zero interest in him at all, but it’s all I can think of to say that might throw his focus, too.

Gordon lines up again, and this time when he sends the ball down, it connects with the bat, and with a crack, the ball goes flying towards the crowd.

I drop the bat and take off rounding first easily. My gaze lands on Alan, waiting at second base. His attention switches between me and the guys going after the ball. Stevie Peterson has it and is about to throw it our way.

I can make it to second, I think and run harder. Alan smirks as I get closer, and my stomach swirls, and it’s different to the rush of adrenaline the game brings. I hope no matter how many times he smiles my way, it always feels like this. My heart is thumping, breath sharp and cold in my throat, and as the ball flies towards his mitt, I dive. I hit the ground hard, dirt flying up into my face, stinging my skin and clouding my vision. I desperately swipe for the plate, my finger landing on the corner just before Alan slams the ball into my shoulder.

Half the crowd cheers, and Alan tosses the ball back to the pitcher.

“I wasn’t sure you were going to go for it or not,” Alan says as I stand and try to brush off some of the dirt. It’s in my mouth, too, and I turn away from the bulk of the crowd to spit out what I can.

“Would you have really tapped me out?”

“I tried to,” he replies, watching Tim Sage step up to bat.

“Good thing I went for the slide then.”

He glances my way, his stare traveling down my uniform, before his attention returns to Tim.

“Except now you’re all dirty.”

“That’s okay. You can help clean me later.”

“And where will I be doing this?”

“I scored a single, so I was thinking, my room.”

“How did you manage that?”

“I guess I’m just luckier than you. Probably means my team is, too.”

“Have you checked the score? We’re leading, you know.”

“Not for long,” I say, and then Tim hits the ball and I take off, rounding third and sprinting for home. Tim is right behind me, his hit soaring high into the crowd.

“Bloody brilliant, mate,” Tim laughs, slapping me on the shoulder as we walk back to the dugout. “That should score us some points with the GM.”

Every game, the guys are all trying to put on the best show they can, not just for the crowd, but for the GM, Bart Erricson. To show him that we deserve to be here. That we deserve to stay in the league next year. As much as I know Alan and I play with everything we have, every single time we step onto the field, I can understand, if the guys knew about us, that they might think we were taking it easy on each other out here.

“Woooo, Tim, you were amazing. Can I get an autograph?” a tall guy wearing a Funky Monkey jersey calls, leaning over the rail.

“Sure thing, mate,” Tim replies, jogging over. “The jersey looks good on you,” Tim says, signing something and handing it back. To say this guy’s face went from zero to flaming red in two seconds would be downplaying it.

Tim doesn’t appear to notice and jogs back to where I’m waiting.

“Think you made his whole week,” I say, nodding towards where the guy is still watching us, smiling wide and clutching the paper in his hands.

“Any day I get asked for an autograph is a great day for me. Everyone is always falling over Pat and John with their pretty boy Hollywood looks.”

“Well, that guy was not looking at anyone but you. Wasn’t half bad looking himself, too.”

Tim glances back towards the rail and sends a smile to the fan before we take our seats with the rest of the team.

***

“We’ll get you next time,” Alan says as he strips off my shirt on our way to the bedroom. “I hate that we shower in the locker room. I was looking forward to cleaning you off.”

“Make me all dirty again and then you can clean me with your tongue,” I reply, and his eyes go a little wide at the thought and he strips off his shirt, too. “Umm, so I was meaning to ask you…”

“You can ask me anything as long as you’re taking off your pants while you do it.”

I undo the top button of them, then pause. “Did you tell your friends about this…us?”

His tanned face starts to take on a more red undertone.

“Shit, who said something?” he asks, walking to the window before turning to face me. “It was Harry, wasn’t it? When you were at bat. Is that why you missed the first pitch?”

“So they know?”

He rubs the back of his neck with one hand, but bending his arm that way makes his bicep bulge, and now I forget why I was even asking the question, and I reach over and slide my fingers over the perfect curve of his muscle.

“They don’t care, I mean, not really,” he says, and I’m not so sure I believe him. It’s not like we would be the first guys in the league to hook up, but the last time, it didn’t end exactly well, and with talk of the only keeping one team next year growing, I can’t imagine they are cool with us getting involved. Not that we would let it affect our game. We will always go for the win, no matter what.

I loop my arms around his waist.

“I don’t care that they know if you are okay with them knowing,” I say, and his hands cup my face, the rough pads of his fingers brushing against the soft skin by my ears and sending a swarm of butterflies swirling through my gut. Alan grew up on a ranch and his hands hold the memories of that time in every line and scar. The feel of them as they glide over my body brings every nerve alive.

“It’s only my friends that know, not the whole team, and they won’t tell anyone if we don’t want to make this…us…what we are, public.”

“The public are the ones that will be the least surprised. Did you see the comments on that last intro video we did? Dennis cast us as star-crossed lovers and the fans are eating it up.”

“So you aren’t mad that they know?”

I kiss him. His mouth welcomes mine as one hand slips behind my neck, and I let out a soft moan before I pull away.

“I’m okay with them knowing about us, but maybe we should talk about what we actually are.”

“What do you want us to be?” he asks and all the blood in my body rushes to my face.

“I’d like us to be exclusive.”

“We weren’t already?” he replies with a frown stretching across his brow line that I don’t like at all.

“I was. I just didn’t know if you were. You never said, and I didn’t want to assume.”

Relief floods his expression, and he kisses me again. This time, soft and slow and only for a moment. “Exclusive sounds great.”

“So, we are a couple then, like…boyfriends?”

He smiles widely. “Hmm, I like that even better.”

“But maybe we should wait to go public with everyone else, like until the tour is over?”

“By then, we will know if the rumors are true, too.”

“Do you think they are?”

He shrugs. “Could be. But if we show him how amazing the cross promo can be and how much the crowds love both of our teams, he’ll have no reason to axe one of us, right?”

“I guess we should wait, then.”

“Whatever my boyfriend wants, my boyfriend gets,” he replies, kissing my cheek. His soft lips move to my jaw, then down my neck, and I melt into him.

“So…” he says between kisses. “Does my…boyfriend…want to…get naked now?”

“Your boyfriend wants to do all sorts of things.”

He turns me around to face the window, slides his hands down my arms, and then, holding my wrists, lifts them to place my palms against the window.

“Stay right there,” he says, and his fingers glide back up, over my shoulders and down the muscles of my back, tracing the curves so slowly, like he’s committing them to memory, then his hot mouth is in the crease of my neck and his fingers move around my waist and are unzipping my pants.

I rest my head back against him, moaning as he nuzzles and sucks at my neck, his bare chest pressed against my back, and my cock growing thicker by the second.

“Someone could see in,” I say when he drops my pants to the floor and the cool hotel room air hits my wet cock head, sending a shiver through me.

“The windows are mirrored,” he replies, kissing his way down my back. I can see him work his way to his knees in the reflection of the glass. He’s still wearing his pants, but his bare shoulders extend past my smaller frame, and I want so badly to touch him, but I also don’t want this to stop, so I stay where I am, watching him as his mouth and hands explore my body.

He glides his palms, rough and perfect, down my sides to my ankles, then sweeps them back up the backs of my legs until he grips my ass cheeks.

“Take one step back,” he says, kissing the dimple right at the base of my spine, and I shudder but do as he asks.

His breath is warm and tickles the sensitive skin of my lower back.

“I’ve wanted to take a bite out of this perfect ass for so long,” he says as his hands massage the cheeks, squeezing and clenching.

Before I can reply, he spreads me open and buries his face between my cheeks, his hot mouth pressing against my hole and sending a jolt of lightning through my body, right to my balls.

“Holy shit,” I call out, fingers pressed hard against the glass. The city below is a buzz with lights and action, but it’s all just a blur of colors to me. I don’t think I would even care if the windows were not mirrored because nothing would want to make me move from this spot right now. The building could be on fire, and I’d stand here, hands glued to the glass, with Alan on his knees behind me while it crumbled around us.

His tongue slides up over the sensitive skin and circles my entrance, teasing it between kisses.

“That’s so fucking good,” I moan, and he releases his grip on my ass cheeks, and they close around his face, the slight stubble of his day-old shave tickling the soft skin and holding him in place.

He grabs my hips and encourages me back another step closer to him, and when he groans, I worry for a second he can’t breathe, but then the tip of his tongue finds my opening and pushes its way inside. His hands move back to spread my cheeks, and I push against the glass, arching my back and pushing out my ass even more to give him better access. His tongue moves in and out, wet hot lips sucking and kissing, and then he slips in a thumb and my knees almost buckle beneath me.

“Oh god, fucking hell yeah,” I cry out, and he moves the thumb in and out, working in opposite time to his tongue so that I’m always filled by some part of him. My cock is leaking, begging to be touched, but I can’t take my hands off the glass. “I wish I could see you doing that,” I say, and he pulls back, the cold air hitting me, and I immediately regret saying anything.

He stands behind me and turns me to face him.

“Get on the bed, and you can,” he says, and as I climb onto the bed resting back against the pillow, he takes off his pants, his long thick cock springing free. He gives it a slow stroke as his gaze trails down my naked body.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he says, and I can’t help but smile.

“So are you.”

“Are you ready?”

I nod, and he grabs one of the spare pillows and lifts my hips to place it under my lower back.

“This should give you a better view,” he says, moving between my legs. He lifts my knees and spreads them out as far as they will go, the slight sting of the stretch perfect in every way.

He starts by kissing the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, as his fingertips tease my hole gently, sliding up and down my crease.

When his mouth finds me this time, he doesn’t wait to tease me. He slides one of his fingers inside with his tongue and starts working me. I grip the bed sheets, watching him between my legs, but I can’t see as well as I want to, so I reach down, and grab myself, coupling my balls, squeezing them, and moving them to the side to give me a better view. The combination of his tongue and fingers inside me and my grip on my balls sends me closer to the edge. But I will hold off. This is too good to end yet.

He locks his gaze on mine, then another finger joins his tongue. The mixture of his soft tongue and his rough fingers awakens every nerve in my body, and this is no different. I can feel myself opening for him, and when he adds in his thumb and starts stretching me, his tongue can no longer assist, but he stays close, mouth kissing the sides, tongue and warm breath sending shivers along my skin.

“I want you inside me,” I say, and he lifts his head.

“Grab a condom.”

We’re both on PrEP and have regular health screenings and I want to feel him, all of him, so I shake my head.

“Are you okay if we don’t use one?”

His lips pick up in a devilish smile.

“Fuck yeah, I don’t think I’ll last too long though with this tight ass wrapped around me, but we can always fool around until we can go again if that happens.”

“Even if it doesn’t,” I reply, and he buries his fingers deep, and my back arches, and I let go of my balls and grip the bed.

“Oh fuck, okay, please fuck me now. I have to have you inside me.”

He maneuvers up between my legs but doesn’t pull his fingers out right away, instead turning them in place slowly, teasing me again with that devilish smirk on his lips as he watches what he’s doing.

“Can you pass me the lube?” he asks, and while his fingers move in and out easily with the wetness from his mouth, his cock is thick and will be moving so much deeper.

I reach over to the bedside and grab the bottle I put there when I got into the room. He unclicks the lid, and while still teasing my ass, he coats himself with his other hand then squeezes some over my balls and as it drips down the crease of my ass and joins with his fingers moving in and out, twisting, preparing me to take him I close my eyes.

“Urgh, please, Alan, now!”

“Ohh, I like that, beg me again,” he says, and I open my eyes and hold his stare.

“Please, Alan, I’m begging. Please fuck me with your huge, thick cock until we both come.”

“I thought you’d never ask,” he replies with a small laugh, and then the second his fingers slide free from me, he holds his base and positions his cock head there. My ass is ready for him, his fingers working me open so well, but it still stings, and heat floods to the space as he inches deeper and deeper inside me.

He moves slowly, his eyes never leaving mine, mouth open slightly, lips still swollen and wet with the taste of me.

“Are you okay?” he asks, and I nod. His hands move to my hips, and he lifts me a little as he bottoms out.

“Oh god, you feel so good,” he moans. I clench my ass and his fingers dig into my sides.

“Do that again,” he says, and I bite my lower lips and do as he asks. His head lolls back for a second as he groans.

Then he starts moving in and out. A little at first, and slowly, but after a few thrusts, my ass has adjusted and is taking him easily, and I lift my hips to encourage him to go deeper, harder, faster.

He gets the message, and his hold on my hips tightens, and he pushes in hard. His thick cock brushes against my prostate and sends a surge of lightning to my balls, and I grab my cock in one hand and grip the bed tight with the other.

“Fucking hell, yeah, fuck me just like that,” I moan, and he thrusts deep again, and again. Fucking me faster and faster as I grip my cock tight and work my shaft in matching strokes.

He bites at his lower lip hard, and I wish so badly I could kiss him right now, but he hits that perfect spot again, and my cock can no longer contain itself. Ribbons of come explode and coat my stomach.

When he sees this, his thrusts become ragged, and I clench my ass around him as he jerks against me, groaning as his hot come fills me with every thrust.

***

Lying in his arms, the smell of sex surrounding us in the most perfect way, I can’t think of anything better than this right here. He yawns and I yawn, too.

“Sorry,” he says, his eyes closing slowly, then opening again just as slowly. “I don’t think I can go again tonight.”

“That’s okay. We can always sneak back here before the flight tomorrow night.”

“I should get back to my room before I fall asleep here,” he says, forcing himself from the bed. I hate that he has to leave, but he’s right. He leans down and kisses me. “Tomorrow night we can celebrate an Animal Control win.”

I laugh. “How about if Animal Control wins, I’ll let you do whatever you like?”

His eyes look immediately awake now.

“I like that idea. Okay, and ditto. If Funky Monkeys win, you can do whatever you like.”

“Ohh, even tie you up?” I ask, and he pumps his eyebrows.

“Anything,” he says, pulling on his shirt and heading for the door. “Sleep well.”

“Oh, I will. I’ll be dreaming of all the things I’m going to do to you tomorrow night.”

“You mean all the things I am going to do to you.”

“We’ll see.”

“Yes, my Funky Monkey, we will.”