Chapter 45

Noah lay slick, pink, and trembling in that wide messy bed. His legs sprawled an indecent invitation. "There"s equipment." His whisper was thick with lust. "I already checked."

The thought of Noah hungry, the thought of Noah planning...

My mouth watered. My entire body shuddered with pleasure. "If that"s what you want. If you"re sure. I might not come so fast this time."

"You dirty...!" He laughed. "Are you trying to make me desperate, do you want to hear me beg? I don"t want you to come fast. I want you to take me nice and slow, I want you to take your time about it. Hard and deep and long and forever..."

The word, ‘forever,' was a dangerous word. He gasped, then swallowed, as he heard what he"d just said.

"I love hearing how much you want me," I said. "It makes me desperate too. But I just need to know if you"re really, really sure..."

"Of course, I"m sure. You know I"m sure. Don"t tease me, Slate. Fuck me, top me. I need it so bad." Tumbling onto his back, he kicked his legs high and then his feet were past his ears. His pelvis was lifted, his cock hard, his balls wobbling.

His small hole twinkled its invitation.

"How could a man say no?" I asked.

"Then don"t. Say yes."

"So much yes."

Fingers cool with grease, I probed to connect with a pink hole that fluttered at a touch. Stroking and teasing, I brought him to a new and higher level of urgency. It didn"t matter that he"d already popped in my mouth. He had more.

We both did.

The frank fierceness of my desire shocked me enough to curl my toes. Soon I"d be back home. Back in the dorm with a straight roommate.

Back in the closet.

As I used expert fingers to tease open Noah"s hole, it couldn"t help but occur to me that an awful lot of people knew this quarterback"s gay secret. God only knows how many people knew about me who were in the CIA or the NSA or whoever Mitchell was really working for.

Plus God only knows how many people knew who were in the enemy camp.

I flashed back to those mercenaries in the Zodiac. They looked like Russian mafia, but talked like Americans.

Maybe they were Russian OGs from that era when the iron curtain fell and they all decided they liked it better in Vegas.

Well, fuck them if they even cared. And they probably didn"t. That wasn"t really information that a gang of whoever they were—pirates? cyber-terrorists?—could use.

As for Bill Mitchell"s threats to out me, could he really use them to bully me anymore?

I"ve given him what he wanted. I"d led him to Noah.

And even if I somehow took Noah away again, so what? Let Mitchell out me. Or let somebody else out me.

Did it really matter anymore?

We"d won the championship. Nobody was going to mess with the winning quarterback. Not when we were the defending champions. Not when we"d worked so hard to get back the team back on top where it belonged.

I was a hero, and I could be gay if I wanted, I could be anything...

"Where did you go?" Noah asked quietly, his legs stretching and bouncing to bring me back to the moment. His tempting hole winked open in flushed flirtation. He was lubed and ready. My fingers had done their job and fallen still. "Come back, babe. I need you."

And I needed him. My cock jolted within its latex casing. Fitted and kitted, ready to stroke forward, my body had never left this bed even if my mind had wandered.

"Nowhere." Laughing, I stroked forward. "I"m right here. There"s nowhere else I"d rather be."

His inner walls claimed me. Pulsing, pulling, urging. How well we fit together. Our bodies joined in a delightful shudder.

"I think I love you," I said before I realized I meant to say anything.

Maybe I shouldn"t have said it.

Maybe Noah wasn"t ready.

Maybe all these feelings weren"t real, maybe they were about the intensity of feeling that comes from being in danger together.

Don"t lie to yourself. This is more than mere physical intensity. You know it"s real, it"s everything.

Anyway, it was too late to call them back. The words were out. "I love you." And I was glad it was too late, I was glad I"d said those three little words even if they gave my soul away.

I hadn"t said them to convince Noah to do something or to be something. I said them because I meant them, and I couldn"t not say them, and so they"d forced their way out of my mouth.

I said them because I felt so good and right on top of him, but I also felt good and right when I exchanged a glance across a room—or across an ocean—with him. We didn"t have to touch physically to touch each other to the core. All that time he"d been lost, and yet I kept searching because I could feel that invisible thread between us.

"You don"t have to say anything," I murmured. "Just let me say it. I love you. This feels right. Nothing has ever felt this right."

Noah surged beneath me. His hard cock was caught between our bellies. His long tunnel was clasping my cock tight. His arms gripped frantically at my hip and shoulder.

"But I want to say something," he said. "I want to say I love you too. Because I do."

"I love you, Noah. You"re my everything. It"s crazy what we"ve been through, but..."

"I love you too, Slate. You came for me. I couldn"t believe it, but you did. Have I said that already?"

"Say it a thousand times," I said. "Say it until you believe it. I"ll always come for you, Noah."

In more ways than one. We both chuckled at our deliciously filthy pun.

And then I stroked even deeper. Whatever waited for us outside this room would have to wait a little longer.

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Because it"s based on an ongoing serial, Slate and Noah"s adventures will continue. Will their love survive the trip home? How will Slate"s family, team, and dorm mates react when he comes out? And what if the mysterious operative Bill Mitchell refuses to arrange for Noah"s release?