“Hey, can you two carry on the bromance off the field please?” Max teased.
Evan headed back to the huddle and Cameron growled at the other players on his way back to the huddle, making them back off. Evan chuckled and smacked his ass.
“Is your whole team gay, Remo?”
“Why? You jealous?” Max winked at the rival team’s quarterback. “We are still going to kick your ass.”
The game was a landslide. Cameron picked Evan up and gripped his hair, kissing him on the field in front of everyone.
“Woooooo hooooooo!” The whole team smiled. “We knew something was going on with you two!”
Evan laughed. “I hate him.”
“I hate him too.” Cameron threw Evan over his shoulder, walking toward the locker room.
Max shook his head, just standing there, watching them. The other team’s quarterback ran over to him.
“Hey, you want to go out tonight?”
“I can’t. I’m seeing someone.”
“Really?”
“Sorry, Chuck.” Max shrugged.
“Who is he?”
Max didn’t know if he should say, but then Jensen had said he wanted to go public, and it wouldn’t hurt putting Charles in his place. “It’s Jensen Maddox.”
“No shit?” Charles’ eyes went wide. “That kid is hotter than hell.”
“That kid is mine.”
Jensen had his hand over his mouth; he wasn’t far away now and he heard everything.
“Wow. Territorial, are we?”
“Look, I waited a long time to even ask him out, so back the fuck off.”
Jensen was shocked. He had no idea how long Max had liked him. Now he knew. He waited until Chuck had left and then came up behind Max. “Hello there, sexy.” Jensen grabbed his ass.
Max turned around. “Hey, I didn’t know you were here.”
“Are you kidding? I wanted to be here and cheer you on.”
“No pom-poms?” Max pouted.
“Nope, but I whistled a lot.”
“Good enough.”
“Go shower. You stink.” Jensen pushed against Max’s chest.
Max grabbed him by the back of the neck and crushed their lips together. He kissed him hard, searching his mouth. When he broke from the kiss, Jensen still had his eyes closed.
“Wow.” Jensen opened his eyes.
“I’ll see you in about half an hour? Where do you want to go eat?”
“You choose.”
“ ʼK. See you in a few.”
Jensen watched his ass as he walked away and sighed. “That’s what I’m talking about.”
They were eating dinner and Jensen looked at Max. Jensen knew he wasn’t ugly. Girls wanted him, along with some of the male population, but Max — Max was breathtaking.
“Max?”
“Yes?”
“How come it took you so long to ask me out?”
“The truth?” Jensen nodded. “I didn’t know if you were gay.”
“You mean I don’t have the gay oozing off of me?” Jensen chuckled.
“No, the ‘gay’ is not oozing from you. I had to watch you for a while. Little things here and there. During football, I could swear I felt your eyes on my ass.”
“Oh, I was watching your ass all right.” Jensen leaned forward. “It’s nice.”
Max hardened from Jensen’s look. He swallowed hard. “So, I decided to test you.”
“See? I liked that test. Did I pass?”
“Oh, hell yes.”
Jensen took his hand. “I want to be alone with you.”
“Check!”
They kissed all the way up the stairs, and while Max was trying to unlock his door, Jensen couldn’t keep his hands to himself. Max finally got the door unlocked and pulled him in the room, shutting it with his foot. Jensen took Max’s shirt off, running his hands up his chest. Max returned the favor before he pulled Jensen against his chest. They walked backwards to the bedroom and Max crawled on top of him on the bed.
Jensen was breathing hard. He had never been this turned on before. He unbuttoned Max’s pants. Max’s heart raced as he hovered on top of Jensen. He could feel his erection on his hip and he gripped his ass, pushing into him.
“Oh, God!” Jensen groaned.
They moved together and Jensen couldn’t stop moaning. Max’s hand was on his ass and the other one was in his hair, gripping it as he kissed him, searching his mouth. He could feel the hand on his ass gripping tighter as Max pushed into him. His orgasm was so close!
“Max! Oh, God! I’m coming!” Jensen’s stomach tied up in knots and he convulsed as he came.
Just watching Jensen made Max come. He let go with a loud moan in Jensen’s mouth. He dropped on top of him, breathing hard, feeling Jensen’s fingers threading in his hair.
“Wow.”
Max kissed Jensen’s neck. “I know. I love the way you kiss me.”
“Really? I didn’t think I’d be any good at it.”
“You were wrong.”
“You’re amazing.”
Max looked up. “Yeah?”
“God, yes. I love the way you kiss. I love the feel of your hands on me.”
“I should have tested you sooner. Look at all the months I wasted studying you.”
Jensen took Max’s face in his hands and slowly licked his bottom lip, biting it gently. “I want to study you now.”
“Holy shit.”
Cameron and Evan went to the nearest pizza place, since Evan was starving after the game. Evan waited while Cameron found them a table. Cameron was sweet, completely different than what Evan had originally thought of him. Although, yes, he was a disaster area to live with, Cameron was very protective of him, and Evan thought it was cute. And he’d kept the room clean for at least two weeks. Cameron was talking to the waitress, trying to get them a table and she was looking at him as if she wanted to throw him on the floor and have her way with him. Evan chuckled. He wanted to do the same thing.
“Riding high on your win?”
Evan turned to see one of the opposing team’s players standing near him. “Yep.”
“So, you dating Dalton?”
“What do you care?” Evan tried to remember his name.
“Maybe I’d like a go.”
“Maybe you’d like a broken hand.” Cameron stood behind him. “Run along now, Edward.”
“My lord, Dalton. You are quite protective of the chap.”
“Why yes, I am. Cheerio ol’, chap, and bugger off, wanker.” Cameron did his best English accent.
Evan tried not to laugh as Edward high-tailed his ass out of the vicinity.
“Wanker?”
“Should I have said tosser?”
“I’m not hungry anymore.”
Cameron checked the look in Evan’s eyes. He was hungry, but not for food. They got it to go and the minute they hit the room, Evan took Cameron’s shirt off, and jumped on him.
“Holy shit, Evan!”
Once they got to the bedroom, Cameron took Evan’s shirt off and put him on the bed. Watching Evan, he unbuttoned his own pants. Cameron took his pants off and stood at the end of the bed. Evan crawled to the end, and then knelt to put his arms around Cameron.
Cameron slid his arm around Evan and shifted him up the bed in one quick movement. Evan’s breath hitched as Cameron took his mouth. His hands were fumbling with Evan’s jeans, and he finally got them unbuttoned, and off. Evan’s legs wrapped around him and he moaned in his mouth.
“I want you,” Evan whispered.
In all the time he had been Evan’s roommate, those were the words he longed to hear from him. He knew he could be an ass, but the minute he had laid eyes on Evan Voronova, he had wanted him — wanted to know what it felt like to kiss him, hold him, stroke him. They were kissing slowly, searching each other’s mouths as they slid against each other. Evan moved his hips against Cameron’s, loving the feel of their erections sliding over one another through their boxers.
They broke from the kiss
and Cameron nuzzled Evan’s neck, letting his tongue slide over his collarbone. He nibbled the side of his ear and ran his tongue around it, loving the sounds Evan made. His hand gripped his ass harder, and he whispered in Evan’s ear.
“I’ve wanted you for a long time.”
The loud moan that came from Evan earned him another thorough kiss. Cameron loved how he tasted. His hand ran down Evan’s thigh and pulled his leg up, pushing into him harder.
“Cameron. Oh shit!” Evan closed his eyes, feeling Cameron’s hips grinding against his as his orgasm swept over him.
Hearing Evan’s noises caused Cameron to make his own nearly obscene sounds. He gripped Evan’s ass as his orgasm washed over him in waves. He hadn’t come like that in a very long time. He looked up to see Evan’s eyes closed, his chest heaving, and his face was flushed. Cameron caressed Evan’s cheek.
“You okay?” Cameron asked.
Evan opened his eyes. Cameron’s gray eyes were searching his face. “Yes. You are so gorgeous.”
Cameron looked at him in shock. “Really?”
“Yes.”
“I thought you hated me.”
“Oh, I did.” Evan laughed. “But the minute I saw you naked, I don’t know what happened.”
“You got a different perspective?”
Evan ran his fingertip over Cameron’s lips. “I think it’s adorable that you feel you have to protect me.”
“I’m sorry. It’s just in my nature when it comes to you. Remember that one game you got hurt in?”
“Where they tripped me on purpose?”
“Yeah, I kinda, well — I beat the shit out of that guy afterwards.”
Evan sat up. “You did?”
“I gave him a chance to defend himself.”
“Damn.” Evan ran a hand through his hair.
“You’re mad. You don’t condone violence.”
Evan laughed so hard he almost choked. “Do you even know what my father does for a living? Who my uncles are?”
“I’ve heard some rumors.”
“I’m going to my uncles’ house this month. Come with me?” Evan asked.
“Really?”
“Yep. It’s a quick trip to Russia on our four-day weekend. Jensen’s coming too. Will you come with me?”
Cameron pulled Evan on top of him and took his mouth. Evan settled between his legs and pushed into him smiling.
“Oh, hell yeah I’ll go with you.”
Hunter opened one eye as he heard his computer ding. He got up and turned the screen on. Jensen was calling.
“Hey, I finally got you! You look like shit.”
“Ha ha. What’s up?”
“I haven’t talked to you in a few days. I missed you, man. What’s going on with you?” Hunter sat down in the chair in front of the computer.
Hunter wanted to tell Jensen about Jesse, just to see if he’d get a reaction, but he truly liked the guy and he knew Jensen was straight. It was time for him to move on.
“Nada… just playing football and hangin’ out. I heard from Evan you were benched again.”
“Assholes.”
“You look happy. Dating or something?” Hunter asked.
Jensen almost opened his mouth, but thought better of it. He didn’t know what he and Max were, and he didn’t want to freak Hunter out.
“Hanging out with friends. I’m going to Uncle Andrei’s with Evan over the four-day weekend.”
“Ah man, I’m jealous!” Hunter smiled. “I’m stuck here for the time being. We keep getting snowed in.” Hunter heard a knock on his door and knew who it was. “Hey, I got company. Can I call you later?”
“Yeah… I love you, man.”
“I love you too.” Hunter flipped the switch and crossed to the door. Jesse stood there, smiling.
“You kept me waiting?”
Hunter grabbed him, pulling him in the room, and slamming the door. He was already undressing Jesse on their way to the bed. They landed on it with Jesse’s hands full of Hunter’s ass.
“God, I missed you!”
“I missed you too.” Jesse kissed him, letting his tongue roam, as well as his hands.
“God, that feels good.” Hunter arched his back as Jesse gripped his ass, pushing into him.
Soon, all they wore were boxers. Jesse thrust against Hunter, loving the way his erection felt on his hip. He kissed his neck, gripping his hair. They moved together and Hunter’s moans grew louder. He ran his tongue down his stomach, around his belly button, then nibbled his way back up to Hunter’s lips.
“Hunter…” Jesse coaxed his tongue out to play and they tangled.
“I want you so much, Jesse.”
“I want you too,” Jesse whispered, pushing into him harder this time. He rotated his hips, put his arms out on either side of Hunter, and stroked his lower body across him.
“I’m coming, Jesse.” Hunter began to shake. Jesse rocked into him again and then groaned. They were tangled on the bed trying to get their breathing under control.
“Am I really that good?” Jesse smiled.
“Wow!” Hunter chuckled.
Jensen sat at the computer listening to everything. In Hunter’s rush to get the door, he had turned the webcam off, but not the mic. Jensen had heard every moan… every kiss… every ragged breath… and his heart was breaking. He turned everything off on his end and crawled into bed on his side. Hunter was gay. Worse, he had never told him and he was his best friend. Jensen cried. He cried because Hunter hadn’t told him the truth, and he cried because he was with someone else. He cried because it hurt him worse than anything he could have ever imagined.
Max had finally gotten back with their food. He put it on the counter and set the keys down. He heard what sounded like sobs coming from Jensen’s room. He ran in and found Jensen on his side, crying.
“Oh God, what happened?” Max got on the bed and took Jensen’s face in his hands. “What is it? Are you okay? Are you hurt?”
Jensen tried to talk, but nothing would come out. The pressure on his chest was unbearable and he couldn’t get enough air.
“Jensen, please!” Max looked into his eyes. “Talk to me!”
Jensen pulled him down and kissed him. He didn’t know what else to do, and Max tried to pull away. He pulled him down, further gripping his hair. Max’s warm mouth was on his and their tongues embraced. Jensen relaxed and deepened the kiss.
Max felt Jensen’s hands in his hair, keeping their lips fused. He kissed him back, loving Jensen’s soft moan. The clothes came off and Max was losing control fast. He had no idea what had happened but now he was on the bed with Jensen, half-naked.
“Touch me, Max. Please?” Jensen begged.
Max growled into his mouth and slid his hand into Jensen’s boxers, gripping him. The loud groan that followed made Max hard as fuck. Jensen’s hand slid in and Max let out a loud gasp as Jensen’s fingers wrapped around him. They stroked each other, thrusting into one another at the same pace.
“Oh God, Jensen!”
The loud cry that left Jensen’s lips shocked Max; it was a mixture of pleasure and pain and Max held him in his arms. Jensen was breathing hard and he caressed his face and threaded his fingers in his hair.
“That feels good,” Jensen whispered.
“What happened, Jensen?”
“My best friend — ” Jensen didn’t know how to say it. His best friend had betrayed him? Hadn’t thought enough of their friendship to tell him the truth? It still stung. “He lied to me.”
“I’m sorry, Jensen.”
Jensen looked into his eyes. “Will you go with me to Russia on the four-day?”
Max was supposed to go home to New York, but the thought of having to hang out and listen to his parents for four days…
“I’d love to. Who are we visiting?”
“It’s a surprise.”
Landon was right on time, and when Bree answered the door, she had a problem keeping her mouth closed. He had on tight black jeans and a white T-shi
rt. His muscles were screaming against the fabric.
“Hi.”
Landon brought his hand out from behind his back. He had one single red rose. “Hi.”
“Thank you!”
Landon watched her move across the room. Her hair was up and her shirt hung off her shoulders. He shifted closer to her and ran his hands over her shoulders.
“What’s for dinner?” Landon smiled, taking the lid off the pot.
“Italian.”
“She cooks, she’s smart, and she’s beautiful.” Landon let his hand slide up her arm.
Bree turned and looked at him. He caressed her face and leaned in to kiss her. She skirted around him, laughing softly, and Landon turned and looked at her with his brow arched.
Bree smiled and let her hair down, shaking it out. The shirt fell lower on one side and Landon lost it. He took two steps and grabbed her. His lips found hers and he kissed her hard. Bree’s arms went around his neck and Landon picked her up.
“Bree.” Landon kissed her neck, running his hand into her hair, tugging on it.
Bree moved her body down and slid up Landon slowly. He let out a gasp as she rubbed over his erection. They hit the couch and Landon ran his tongue over her neck, finding his way to her mouth. Their tongues played and Bree let out a soft moan.
Landon’s hand slid up her thigh. She was wearing a skirt and his hand found her ass. He heard a loud moan and realized it was his. Bree had arched her back and moved her hips against him. Things were getting out of control fast and his hand went under her shirt.
“Landon…” Bree moaned. A bell went off and Bree broke the kiss. “The noodles are done.”
Landon moved off of her, trying to catch his breath. “Thank God.”
“I know.” Bree got up and smoothed her skirt down. She barely made it to the stove on wobbly legs.
They sat and ate spaghetti, and Landon talked about his family. Bree watched his eyes light up when he talked about his dads. She could tell he had a lot of respect for them.
“You miss them.” Bree took his hand.
“Yeah, I do. I was supposed to go back to school there next year. But now…”
“Don’t stay for me Landon. If this is meant to be, it will be.”
“You’re so beautiful.”
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