Football and Ballet - Jason Collins Page 0,46

for me, too, that would’ve made things even worse.

Because it wasn’t like I was out of the closet. How could we be together? I still had to date Dakota, leaving Patrick off to the side.

It’s like I have a shadow I never asked for.

Patrick didn’t deserve that, feeling like he wasn’t good enough to be in the spotlight, like there was never going to be a chance of him being the one on my arm.

“What are you thinking about?” Patrick asked with a smile playing at his lips. “You looked like you were lost in thought.”

“Nothing,” I lied, shaking my head. “I was just… thinking about being back in your bed again.”

“And what, exactly, were you thinking about doing in my bed?”

“Let me show you,” I murmured before I gently grabbed his hand and started to walk us down the hall.

“Hunter…” Patrick groaned my name as I pressed my hips against his again, pushing him even further into the mattress. “Fuck…”

“Does that feel good?” I whispered, repeating the motion. I’d been grinding myself against Patrick for what felt like hours, lazily circling my hips on top of his. My fingers were gripped onto his wrists, holding them against the bed, keeping him in place.

“Hunter… I can’t…” Patrick whimpered, his cock so hard underneath me it seemed like it was going to burst through the fabric of his jeans. “You know how much I hate it when you tease me.”

“And I already told you. I’m not teasing you.” I grinned. “I’m admiring you.”

“I’m not an oil painting, Hunter.” Patrick whimpered again.

“You might as well be,” I replied. “You’re so beautiful. Sometimes, I think someone must’ve painted you that way.”

Patrick seemed to blush at the compliment. “The way you talk to me…”

“The way I talk to you what?” I smiled.

“Nothing.” Patrick sighed. “You’re just a lot more… poetic… than I ever thought you’d be.”

“I try.” I grinned again before bringing my mouth to Patrick’s neck, trailing kisses down his skin.

Patrick whined, his hips pressing up toward mine. “Fuck me, Hunter.”

Fuck me, Hunter.

There was something so raw about Patrick’s desire that his request ripped right through me, almost causing goosebumps all over my body. No longer able to hold back how much I wanted him, I moved away from him, quickly shifting over to his nightstand.

I grabbed for a bottle of lube and a condom before I pulled my pants and boxers down to his bedroom floor. It didn’t take me long to roll the condom down my cock, and as soon as I was finished, I popped open the bottle of lube, prepared to drizzle some all along my fingertips.

“You don’t need to…” Patrick started.

I turned to face him, a look of confusion on my face. “I don’t need to what?”

“You don’t need to put lube on your fingers…” His words trailed off as he glanced away from me. “I… um… this morning…”

“Did you sleep with someone else?” I tried to keep my voice from creeping into an accusatory tone, even as my heart started to race behind my chest.

Shit.

Was there someone else in Patrick’s life? Just the idea of it was already making me nauseous, my stomach suddenly twisting itself into knots.

“No.” Patrick scoffed, almost like he was annoyed at the suggestion. “I was just… I missed you… when I woke up… and I ended up using my fingers, so…”

Oh.

Oh.

My fear was replaced by a grin as I stared back at him on the bed. “So, what you’re saying is that I don’t need to stretch you out, because I already stretched you out, even though I wasn’t here?”

“Something like that. Yes.” Patrick’s cheeks went even redder than before.

I placed the lube back in his nightstand and made my way back to the bed, where I promptly pulled Patrick’s jeans down to his ankles, soon grabbing onto his boxers. Once his bottom half was free of all clothing, I reached up and pulled his shirt over his head.

And then, I rolled over onto my back, now resting beside Patrick on the bed.

“What are you doing?” Patrick murmured, his words coming out perplexed.

“Get on top of me,” I instructed.

Patrick shot me a suspicious look but climbed over me, not stopping until his ass was directly lined up with my cock, my shaft slipping between his cheeks.

Once he was in position, I took a moment to softly rest my hands on his hips before I encouraged him to lean toward my chest. As he went through with the motion, I readjusted my shaft,