...“So the Dragons won?” Ty asked.
Jae sucked in a breath. He fumbled with the blinds, allowing just enough light into the room for Ty to see his silhouette. “Goddamn, you’re awake.”
Ty turned onto his left side and grunted, watching as Jae stretched his arms above his head. “You two are loud.”
The bed creaked as Jae crawled in and curled up beside Ty. Hot, bare arms, torso, and legs pressed against him. “Three to one. We’re in.”
“How long did it take to get there?”
Jae’s warm breaths tickled Ty’s face and neck, sending goose bumps up his arms. “Forty-three minutes.” He flipped onto his back and wiggled around until he found a comfortable spot. “No decision, I guess.”
“Damn.”
“I know. I think she drove slower on purpose once we were close to Silver Cross Field.” He chuckled to himself. “Though as consolation she did buy me a hot dog.”
“So she felt sorry for you.”
“Maybe. Still got a hot dog out of it, even if it was a pity wiener.” Jae moved once again, turning back onto his side to face Ty.
He could just make out Jae’s features in the darkness, white teeth and the whites of his eyes. “How was your big, private autograph signing?”
“Three posters from a guy I knew out of college.” He tried to play it off, but even as the words left his mouth he knew he was just trying to convince himself.
The whole drive home he’d gone over their conversation, dissecting what Jack had said and fixating on what he hadn’t. Everything from how far apart they’d stood to the expression on Jack’s face suddenly had to have significant meaning.
“You went to school around here?”
“No, we were out in Ohio. He just started a business here.”
“Small world, huh?”
Ty didn’t reply. Jae leaned over and kissed him on the lips before he flopped onto the opposite side of the bed.
“Don’t let it go to your head.” His voice was muffled from his face smashed into his pillow.
“What?”
“Your adoring fans.”
Ty closed his eyes and moved closer, resting his hand on Jae’s naked hip. His skin was warm to the touch, begging to be explored and discovered in the darkness. Despite being exhausted, touching Jae had stirred Ty awake.
In silence he nuzzled the back of Jae’s neck, kissing his strong shoulder and running his lips along his upper arm until the man grunted in response. Ty ran his fingers over Jae’s nipples and through the hair on his chest, following it down to his abdomen. He traced over muscles, along the hollow of his belly button and the definition of his hip where he lingered.
They could touch and kiss until morning, but he wasn’t in the mood for slow, sensual sex. He wanted it. Now.
“You are insatiable,” Jae said.
“That’s a big word for a guy who plays third base.”
“Oh yeah? If you like that, I’ve got some more ten-dollar words stashed away.”
“I’m more the visual type. I heard you wolfed down three hot dogs at the ballpark.” Ty brushed his fingers along Jae’s stomach and against his already stiffening cock. Instinctively he moved forward, pressing his hard dick into Jae’s round ass cheeks. God, he wanted to fuck him worse than he could possibly imagine.
Jae reached back, cupping Ty’s butt and pushing him in closer, letting him know exactly what he wanted. “Does that turn you on?”
“What do you think?” He breathed hard against Jae’s flesh, his cock painfully hard.
Ty sucked on Jae’s earlobe and caressed his chest and stomach, memorizing his body in the darkness. He couldn’t keep his hands from wandering farther down and cupping Jae’s heavy sac and long, hard penis...