Football and Ballet - Jason Collins Page 0,66

when I looked over at Hunter’s expression, there wasn’t an ounce of amusement on his face.

“I am in love with you, Patrick McEntire.” Hunter’s words came out soft and slow.

“I…” I stammered as the phrase bubbled up through my throat. “Hunter, I… I’m in love with you, too.”

After I confessed how I felt about him for the first time, it felt like a bubble burst me out of my daze, no longer stuttering or tripping over the words. “Hunter Perry, I love you so much.”

“I love you so much, too, Patrick,” he murmured before his hands went toward my waist. “Fuck. I love you so fucking much.”

“Hunter…” I groaned as I felt his fingers trail down to my jeans, his palm cupping the outline of my cock through the fabric. I dug my face into the crook of his neck in response, my groans coming even faster as Hunter started to rub his hand up and down my still-clothed shaft.

“Did you… when we were apart…” Hunter started and stopped his line of questioning. “Was there anyone else—”

“No,” I answered, without him even getting a chance to finish asking me the full question. “Was there anyone else for you?”

“No,” Hunter replied before he began to gently push me back toward my dining room table. “There wasn’t anyone else for me. I don’t think… I don’t know if there’s ever going to be anyone else for me, Patrick.”

“Hunter…” I felt tears starting to prick behind my eyes. “You can’t say shit like that.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’re really going to break my heart if this doesn’t work out,” I admitted. “Because I’ve never felt the way I feel about you for anyone else before in my life, and sometimes, it feels so big I don’t know what to do with it. I… I love you with everything I have, every piece of me is in love with you, Hunter.”

“I feel the same way,” Hunter said before he lifted me off the floor, soon setting me down on the very edge of the dining room table.

Once I was settled in place, Hunter unzipped my jeans before he pulled them down toward my ankles, my hard cock now protruding from my boxers. After that, Hunter pulled my boxers down, bringing them all the way down to my knees.

And then, Hunter brought himself down just enough to place his mouth right over my cock.

I shivered as Hunter slid his mouth up and down my shaft, his tongue moving in circles all along my sensitive slit. And when he brought his mouth down even further, all of my cock disappearing between his lips, I groaned for him even louder than before.

“Hunter… I can’t…” I whimpered, my legs beginning to shake with the pleasure that flowed through my veins. “Hunter…”

Hunter then moved away from me before he whispered an instruction. “Turn around. Get on all fours. Face the wall.”

“While I’m on the table?”

“Yes.”

“Okay,” I replied and did what I was told, moving into position as I slid my legs on top of the table. When I was on all fours, my hands and knees pressed against the mahogany, I felt Hunter’s palms moving toward my inner thighs, gingerly spreading them even further apart.

And then, I felt his tongue circling my rim, dragging all along the sensitive edge.

“Hunter!” I shouted in surprise, even as my hips pushed closer to his mouth, my body desperate for his touch.

Hunter grabbed onto my thighs in response, keeping me in place on the table as he drove his tongue into my waiting hole, seeming to press it inside me as deep as he could. My fingers curled onto the sides of the table as I moaned his name, again and again, my waist shamelessly pushing even further back against his tongue.

“Hunter… fuck… that feels so good…” I whined, my legs beginning to tremble yet again. “I don’t know if… I can’t…”

As I struggled to get my words out, I felt Hunter’s hand reaching between my legs, his fingers gripping onto my cock in a fist, his palm soon pumping my shaft in a steady rhythm. He then started to lick me out at an even faster pace, his tongue threatening to push me right over the edge as he steadily moved his hand up and down my cock.

“Hunter… Hunter… I’m coming… I’m…” I moaned his name for a final time as my cock began to explode against his fingertips, my come soon coating every one of his digits.

“Turn around,” Hunter instructed. “Sit back down.