...“I have so much I want to say,” he mumbled, his gaze quickly falling. “But it all sounds stupid and cliché.”

“You could just text me,” Jae offered. “Then you don’t have to say it.”

Ty missed the humor and shrugged. “I’m no good at typing. Besides,” he paused. “I wanted to see you.”

The feeling was mutual, as much as Jae didn’t want to admit it. He stared at Ty, remembering how their conversation had gone while they stood in line for the Ferris wheel at Navy Pier. One perfect night seemed so long ago. The city lights making up the unforgettable skyline, the party boats docked along the edge of the pier, and the darkness of the lake itself surrounded them. Up above the city, where no one could see them, Jae had planned on making it a memorable night.

“You see me every day,” Jae said.

Ty gritted his teeth. “You’re right. Forget it.”

He turned away, but Jae grabbed him by the shoulders, his fingers digging into corded muscle. For a long moment they stood that way, Ty’s head bent down, his body heaving with deep, hard breaths. He smelled like dryer sheets and his own familiar musk—clean, warm and sexy just as Jae remembered, just as he craved.

“Don’t say anything,” Jae rasped as he leaned into Ty’s body and ran his hands down his arms, gripping his hands momentarily. Ty squeezed back and for the moment it felt as though nothing had happened, like they hadn’t skipped a beat.

He exhaled along the back of Ty’s neck and heard him groan in response, giving Jae all the encouragement he needed. Eyes closed, Jae kissed the back of his neck, nuzzling him, inhaling his scent. He ran his hands down Ty’s hard chest and flat stomach while Ty placed his palm to Jae’s cheek. He turned his head just enough to suck the tip of Ty’s index finger and heard him draw in a harsh breath.

Jae reached for his belt and wrestled with the buckle, then blindly fumbled with the button and zipper. Ty’s jeans slid down his hips and pooled at his knees for a moment as he shifted, attempting to kick his way out of them.

Jae stifled a chuckle as he held onto Ty and kept him from toppling over. He grabbed him by the hips, his fingers sliding beneath the elastic waistband of his plaid boxers and onto hot, smooth flesh. God, he loved the feel of him, the definition of muscle and bone. He felt his way along Ty’s hips to his abdomen where he circled around his belly button, then slowly ventured lower, his breath trapped in his lungs as he anticipated Ty’s response.

He rubbed the head of Ty’s dick with his fingertips, the hot, velvety smooth tip twitching for him. Sperm beaded at the slit, and Jae drew slow, careful circles along the tip with his thumb. Ty turned his head to the side and murmured something under his breath, while Jae gently gripped him at the top and ran his fingers slowly downward, feeling every inch of his long, stiff cock.

Ty rose to the touch, leaning back into Jae’s body, their hips aligned. His legs spread wider as he balanced himself. Jae pushed his boxers down to his thighs and stroked him, his fingers lightly caressing his tight testicles and the base of his thick, hard penis. Ty reached down, his hand gently resting over Jae’s knuckles. He followed Jae’s movements, guiding him in shorter, quicker strokes while Jae ran the tip of his tongue along the column of his neck.

Harsh, ragged breaths left Ty’s parted lips and he turned his head, reaching back to touch Jae’s cheek. Their eyes met briefly before Jae looked down, focusing on the reddened mark still left on Ty’s shoulder when he was hit by a pitch.

That had happened before he’d found Ty and Jack together, before everything about their relationship had changed. Jae struggled to move past that moment, but he couldn’t shake the thought.

Ty turned to face him, running his hands up Jae’s arms to his shoulders. He gripped him, his gray eyes searching Jae’s face. He leaned in, and as their lips brushed together, Jae turned his head and Ty kissed his cheek instead.