by DJ Jamison
“You’re so tight,” Jesse said. “Last night, I was half-convinced you’d lied about being a virgin.”
“I didn’t lie,” Aidan said, rocking back to take more of Jesse’s finger. “It’s been a while since I’ve been with a man, though.”
“You’re bi? Or closeted?”
Aidan pushed back harder on Jesse’s hand, and he took the hint and added a second finger. Aidan reveled in the feeling of fullness, knowing it wouldn’t be enough. Now that he’d had a taste of Jesse’s perfect dick, he wanted to feel it inside him again, stretching him to the brim and brushing that hot spot inside until he saw stars.
“Bi,” he muttered. “Can you fuck more and talk less?”
Jesse grinned and removed his fingers. “Do your worst, Aid. You’re in control now.”
Aid. Now that was a nickname Aidan could handle. A warm feeling unfurled in his chest, and he didn’t waste any time opening the condom and rolling it over Jesse’s length. Last night everything had been hot and frenzied and dark. But now, with the bright afternoon sunlight pouring in the windows, Aidan took his time appreciating Jesse’s body.
The pale skin dotted with freckles Aidan kind of wanted to count. The long, slim cock flushed a rosy pink but still much lighter in shade than Aidan’s throbbing, purple shaft. The sharp cut of his collarbones, and the jut of his hips. Jesse was long and lean and taller than Aidan, but there was beauty in all his angles. He had just enough hair to turn Aidan on without being a fuzzy bear, and more than enough dick to fuck Aidan the way he liked it.
He slathered lube over Jesse’s sheathed dick, and leaned forward, getting into position. Jesse rubbed Aidan’s thighs, gaze roaming his body. He could feel Jesse’s intense eyes taking in every inch of him from his face to his hairy chest and stomach to his own hard cock and back up. His nipples hardened under the attention, and he used the added rush of lust to relax and open up as he forced his body to take Jesse’s cock.
Jesse groaned low in his throat, hands tightening on Aidan’s thighs. “So good.”
Aidan slowly sank down the length of Jesse’s shaft a little at a time. Part of him wanted to plunge straight into hard fucking, but his body needed a few minutes. He closed his eyes, focusing on the burn that would soon morph to pleasure. He remembered all the things Jesse had done to him the night before, and his body yielded, wanting more of the same.
“Goddamn, Aidan. You’re sexy.”
Aidan blinked open his eyes, gazing down into Jesse’s dark gaze. He shifted his weight, a slow roll of his hips, and sparks of pleasure exploded inside him. Jesse’s hands stroked his body, ruffling through his chest hair and tugging at his nipples. Aidan moved faster, increasing the pace and felt Jesse thrusting up to meet him. They got a rhythm going, building up speed until Aidan was slamming his ass back against Jesse’s hips so hard it hurt.
“Fuck, Aidan,” Jesse gasped, tensing under him.
Aidan grabbed his dick and started stroking it in time with the thrusts. He left off touching himself for as long as he could, preferring to focus on the exquisite sensations of the dick inside him, but something told him Jesse was on the brink.
He raced to reach his orgasm, but Jesse was ahead of him. He jerked, losing the rhythm as he climaxed with a deep groan.
Aidan stilled, watching Jesse come apart, on the edge of coming himself but not quite there. Jesse blinked open his eyes and swore. “Fuck, sorry. I couldn’t hold back.”
“It’s okay,” Aidan said. His hand returned to his dick, but Jesse grabbed his wrist, stopping his strokes.
“Come up here,” he said.
“Um, what?”
Jesse grabbed his hips and tugged him forward. “Off.”
Frowning, Aidan complied. When he shifted forward, Jesse reached down, taking off the condom and tossing it somewhere Aidan didn’t want to contemplate too closely. Not when he hadn’t come yet. The time to get squicked out by the messiness of sex could wait until he’d had an orgasm.
Even if he had to take care of himself in the shower.
“So, I guess I’ll just …” Aidan made a move to climb off the bed, but Jesse clamped down on his legs.
“Where are you going? I said to come up here.”
He tugged Aidan again, not quite able to manhandle him but with enough strength that Aidan got the picture and shuffled forward until his dick caressed Jesse’s bottom lip.
“I know this isn’t your favorite way to come, but I figure you’re close, right?”
Aidan nodded. He was starting to realize that telling Jesse he didn’t like blow jobs had become something of a challenge to the man. Besides, a blow job following a thorough pounding was different than the single act his ex-boyfriend had wanted it to be.
“Fuck my mouth,” Jesse said. “Use me to get off.”
Oh, man. His words were a catalyst, and Aidan surged forward without a single thought in his head. He pushed through Jesse’s parted lips and thrust his cock into moist heat. Jesse’s hands gripped his ass, kneading and pulling him forward while he groaned around Aidan’s dick. Aidan watched his dick sliding in and out of those perfect lips, keeping his thrusts shallow, while his orgasm hovered just out of reach.
“It’s good, but …”
Jesse’s fingers breached him. Three long digits shoved into his ass and pressed his prostate. As if Jesse had pressed a detonator on a bomb, Aidan went off. He couldn’t warn Jesse. He choked on a gasp as he came so hard everything else disappeared. He was one quaking, exposed nerve caught in a tight fist of pleasure.
Then it released and he collapsed over Jesse, somehow scooting back enough not to suffocate the man. With trembling fingers, he wiped at the cum that spilled from the corners of Jesse’s mouth.
“Sorry. Let me get a towel.” He pushed up on arms that felt like jelly.
Jesse locked an arm around his waist. “Don’t run away like last night. Just relax for a minute.”
Aidan could feel the stickiness of the lube oozing out of him and the sweat dripping from his hair. “I just need to clean up. I’m sorry,” he said. “I’ll come right back.”
Jesse sighed and released him, and Aidan felt a little bad about pulling away so quickly. He used a wet washcloth, speeding up the process so Jesse wouldn’t be too disappointed, and returned with a wet rag for him and a glass of water.
Jesse took the glass and drank. “Thanks, man. Guess I should brush my teeth.”
Aidan dabbed at the corners of his mouth with the cloth, then slid it down Jesse’s body, swiping away sweat and cum. He looked up to see Jesse watching him with a knowing look.
“I know,” Aidan said. “I’m a neat freak, right?”
Jesse shook his head with a small smile and tugged Aidan down. He pulled the covers over them and rolled to lay his head on Aidan’s shoulder.
“You’re fine, Aid. You’re great as you are.”
Aidan’s insides warmed, but he didn’t trust the feeling. People tried to accept him, but he wasn’t an easy guy to like.
“Thanks. You too.”
***
Jesse listened to the even sound of Aidan breathing and felt guilty. He had been so angry earlier in the day, too quick to jump to conclusions about Aidan’s motives. He’d let this guy get under his skin in a big way. And when he’d learned what Gramps had done — sacrificing his own chance to watch a World Series for Aidan’s sake — Jesse had thrown the ticket up online and sold it to the highest bidder.
Now he had to tell Aidan he wouldn’t be there. In truth, Aidan would be focused on the game and his numbers. Not Jesse. But he still felt like he’d acted rashly.
“So, Aidan, I’m going to give you a ride to the stadium tonight.”
“Mm?” Aidan said, sounding half-asleep.
Jesse angled his head to look up at Aidan’s face. His eyes were closed, light-colored lashes curling against his cheeks. Relaxed like this, all of Aidan’s classically handsome features were more obvious. His lips tilted in a half smile, plump from the kissing and
looking delicious. Jesse hated that he was probably going to ruin the peace that had swept through Aidan as they floated in a post-orgasm high.
“I’ll drop you off in my car, I mean.”
Aidan blinked his eyes open. “Why not Uber?”
“Uh, I’m not staying for the game.”
Aidan tensed and sat up, nudging Jesse off his chest. “What do you mean?”
Jesse studied Aidan’s chest hair, curling his fingers through it and tugging on the thick hair gently. He pressed his hand flat to feel the beating of Aidan’s heart, a bit faster than it had been under his ear moments before.
He sighed. “I’m sorry. Gramps couldn’t really afford to pay for the tickets, so I sold mine.”
“You sold your ticket for tonight’s game?”
“Yeah.” He looked up, feeling defensive. “We can’t all afford to pay for this kind of luxury. Gramps is on a fixed income, and I can only help so much. Hell, I couldn’t even afford my own hotel room. I had to share yours. Good thing you got something out of it, huh?”
Aidan’s expression shifted from confused to horrified, and Jesse realized how that sounded. As if he’d slept with Aidan as a payment of some kind.
“Fuck, that came out wrong,” he said, grabbing Aidan’s hand and squeezing. “We both got something out of it. It was fun.”
Aidan pulled his hand free. “I should shower and dress. The game …”
“Doesn’t start for a few hours. We could go to dinner first?”
Aidan stared at him. Jesse could see he was fucking everything up with this guy. But he was powerless to stop it.
“I don’t understand,” Aidan whispered finally, sounding lost.
“Me either,” Jesse confessed. “I’m all muddled. Look, I sold the ticket and I can’t take that back. I think Gramps needs the money, so I don’t regret that, but I’m sorry I sideswiped you with the news. I like you, Aid.”
Aidan seemed to mull that over. When he looked at Jesse again, he seemed less upset. “So, what will you do while I’m at the game?”
Jesse shrugged. “Explore the city. People-watch. I don’t know.”
“Maybe you’ll find some inspiration and draw something?”
For some reason, this comment annoyed Jesse. Why was everyone always breathing down his neck about his art? It was his art, not theirs. Aidan barely knew him, and yet he brought it up at every turn. As if Jesse being an artist was all that he was. He could have other interests.
“I’ll pick you up when the game is over.”
“Okay,” Aidan said, slipping out of bed. “I’ll go clean up, and we can go to dinner.”
Cuddle time was officially over. No, not over. Fucking annihilated by Jesse’s self-destruct sequence, but maybe their friendship didn’t have to end. They could still have a good night, maybe go celebrate again after the game. Maybe end up back in bed.
He smiled, resolved to salvage the night. “Sounds good.”
Chapter Ten
Everything about this game reflected Aidan’s mood: wrong, wrong, wrong.
Dinner with Jesse had been awkward, with unsaid words hanging between them. Aidan wasn’t the best at reading social situations, but even he could recognize that Jesse was uncomfortable. His smile didn’t match his eyes once.
And now, Marcus Polanowski wasn’t stepping up. He struck out again and again, which was all wrong. Aidan had seen the results of his simulations projecting how Marcus Polanowski would bat when up against Ortega, and the odds were overwhelmingly in his favor.
The defensive performance was not enough to make up for their poor offense, either. The Royals pitcher, Jon Gleeson, walked his first two batters. The third baseman missed a grounder, and the Cards racked up runs while the Royals remained scoreless.
From the moment he learned Jesse wouldn’t be at the game, Aidan had been struggling to find his footing. He’d just decided that maybe Jesse was something special when the guy had thrown the curveball that he wouldn’t be at the game. He could understand about money problems. He wasn’t rolling in it himself. But Aidan hated last-minute changes, and this was a doozy.
He needed to find his equilibrium, and he’d been counting on his statistical predictions to give him the boost he needed. His numbers usually had a calming effect. The act of recording the stats. The elation of watching the game play out the way it should based on the mathematical odds. Polanowski was a special project of his, too. Aidan had followed Marcus Polanowski’s career from the minors to the majors, every step of the way, and kept tabs on his numbers. He knew how the guy performed. He knew how he would respond in different situations after seeing the consistency in the numbers he put up season after season and running thousands of simulations.
But tonight, Polanowski wasn’t consistent. He was a hot mess. He didn’t deliver in the clutch, which he’d shown time and again was his specialty. The game got tighter and tighter, and still Polanowski didn’t connect with the ball.
The Royals moaned and groaned their way to a devastating loss, but it was two-fold for Aidan. Not only had his team been defeated, his numbers had too. None of his simulations had come up with this outcome. Oh, plenty of them turned out a loss for the Royals, but not one this devastating. Not one where Polanowski might as well have been out of the lineup altogether. The Royals would have been better off with him on the bench and someone else in the batter’s box.
When the game was over, he waited until the mad rush for the exits was over, then slowly made his way out of the stadium. With each step, he felt more exhausted and disappointed. Falling into bed with Jesse again had been fun, but he hadn’t gotten any sleep, and he knew from past experience that only made his emotions more difficult to manage.
He’d counted on tonight being a good one. He’d wanted that elation of another win — not just a win, but a representation of his math at work — to carry him and Jesse back into a happy place.
Now, his world felt upside down. Right was wrong, and wrong was … still wrong.
How the hell had this happened? Numbers didn’t lie.
Only this time they did.
***
Jesse was waiting in his car when Aidan made his way out of the stadium. Jesse grimaced as he slid inside and buckled his seatbelt.
“Shitty game, huh?”
“Yeah.”
“Want to grab a drink? We can still save the night and do something fun.”
Aidan stared at Jesse, who finally had a smile that matched his eyes again. Who seemed genuinely happy to see Aidan.
“No, I don’t want a drink. Tonight was a disaster. I can’t celebrate that. I still can’t believe Marcus played like that. It contradicts the odds.”
Jesse pulled away from the curb. “Not just Marco. The whole game went badly.”
“Yeah, but Marcus was supposed to play better. I ran a whole set of simulations pitting him against the Cards pitcher. He should have been hitting it out of the ballpark tonight. Goddamn it!”
Jesse looked startled by his outburst. Aidan’s voice steadily rose as he spoke, frustration elevating to anger. “What the fuck was wrong with him?”
“Uh, Aidan, he’s not perfect, you know? Maybe he was tired from yesterday’s game, or maybe he celebrated too much last night. Like we did.” Jesse waggled his eyebrows, but Aidan wasn’t in the mood to think about sex.
Aidan scoffed. “He wouldn’t do that. He’s a professional, Jesse.”
“If you say so.”
“I do!”
“Okay, relax,” Jesse said, flicking on the blinker to take the next turn. “No one’s questioning your knowledge of the game, man. Definitely not me.”
“I know,” Aidan grumped. “I’m just so frustrated with it. The odds aren’t foolproof, but they’re not usually this far off either.”
“Sorry,” Jesse said, though his tone showed he didn’t really understand. “There’s more games in KC, though. The Royals could still win the series.”
Aidan huffed. “I don’t care about those games
.”
Those games had nothing to do with these numbers. Why couldn’t Jesse understand that? Aidan was disturbed his math had been so far off-base.
The hotel loomed ahead, and Jesse pulled into the parking lot without another word. When they both got out and headed to the hotel room, Jesse flashed him a tentative smile. “I could try to cheer you up? Maybe we could—”
“Not in the mood,” Aidan said shortly.
They stepped onto the elevator, and Aidan moved into a corner, putting as much space as he could manage between them. He was still reeling from the game, and Jesse wanted to jump back into bed. Could he not see that Aidan was off-balance right now? But then, he probably didn’t care. Most likely, he was interested in Aidan for the sex and not the eccentricities that made up much of his personality.
Screw that. He wasn’t going to fall for another Josh.
They rose the three floors to their room. Jesse waited quietly as Aidan let himself in with the room key and walked over to flop facedown on his bed.
Jesse laughed behind him. “It’s just a game, Aid. We don’t have to let it ruin our night.”
Aidan bristled at the words. He flipped onto his back, glaring up at Jesse. “It’s more than a game. It’s my life, Jesse, so maybe you could give a shit about my feelings.”
Jesse’s smile fell. “Give a shit about your feelings? That’s funny coming from you. You couldn’t get out of my bed fast enough last night, and then you took off before I woke up. You didn’t think twice about my feelings. But that’s just how you’re wired, right?”
Aidan flinched. Apparently, he’d used that explanation one too many times with Jesse. But it was true. He didn’t mean to dismiss anyone’s feelings, it’s just that his own emotions were so strong they overrode everything else.
He fisted the blankets beneath him, thrumming with frustration. He didn’t even know what he was angry about: the Royals’ loss, the failure of his math to accurately predict the outcome, or Jesse’s attitude right now. But he was furious, and he knew as the feeling swept through his body that it was going to carry him away.