Football and Ballet - Jason Collins Page 0,72

and I think you could do anything you put your mind to, if you really wanted it.”

“That’s… really sweet.” I sighed. “Thanks, Hunter. That actually made me feel better.”

“Anytime, Patrick.”

“Would you be willing to teach a class there? If I opened my own studio?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like, an Intro to Ballet 101 class or something,” I suggested. “Nothing too intense.”

“Would you really want me to teach a class at your studio?”

“I think having you there as a part-time teacher would definitely save me on start-up costs,” I mused. “Plus, you’ve pretty much got the basics down, anyway. I just need to teach you a few more stretching techniques, and you’ll be good to go.”

“Huh.” Hunter hummed before he spoke again. “Which stretching techniques do you think I still need to learn, exactly?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t gotten that far with the planning,” I admitted. “But I don’t think I ran through everything with you, just the hits, so to speak. I’d have to come up with a curriculum and then we could run through it together—”

“Okay, so, just now, I was completely just trying to flirt with you,” Hunter explained with a grin on his face. “I wasn’t actually asking about the stretching techniques.”

“Shit. Really?” I brought my hands up to my face, hiding my expression out of total embarrassment. “Oh my God. I’m already a bad teacher. How am I missing cues and we’re not even dancing?”

“Hey, you’re not a bad teacher,” Hunter murmured before shifting until his chest rested over mine. “Seriously. The fact that your mind was still on actual dancing stuff and you weren’t thrown off by me hitting on you? That has to be a good sign for a teacher. And you already teach a bunch of classes at the youth center, right?”

“Right.”

“So, there you go.” Hunter smiled. “You’re officially a good teacher.”

“Except for the fact that I teach those classes for free,” I clarified. “Which means, even if I suck, it’s not like anyone could even ask for a refund.”

“Patrick McEntire, you make it so hard to give you a compliment.”

“Right. Add that to the list of things I’m bad at.” I frowned. “I wonder how many of those I get to check off the list before they revoke my business license—”

My words were cut off by Hunter pressing his mouth against mine, his hips moving against me. I moaned at the sudden pressure below my waist, a tent soon appearing behind the fabric of my tights.

“You’re down on yourself too much,” Hunter murmured before grinding his hips against mine again, this time with even more pressure than before.

“Sorry.”

“No need to apologize,” Hunter continued, his hips continuing to circle mine in a steady rhythm. “We’ll just keep working on it, until you realize how amazing you really are.”

Hunter’s hands then went toward my wrists as he gently wrapped his fingers around them before he held them down against the dance floor.

And as I writhed underneath Hunter, each moan that escaped my chest even louder than the last, I whimpered for him. “Hunter…”

“You’re so fucking perfect, Patrick,” Hunter whispered as he brought his mouth toward my neck, trailing kisses all along my skin.

“Hunter…” I moaned for him again, my shaft feeling so tight against my clothes that I was starting to feel desperate for any source of release. I gently shifted my wrists away from Hunter’s grip and softly pushed him away from me.

“What’s wrong?” Hunter asked, his eyes focused on mine. “Did I hurt you?”

“No,” I admitted, bringing my hands to Hunter’s chest, slowly pushing him down toward the dance floor. “I just… I just wanted you to go first.”

“You wanted me to go first?” Hunter grinned. “Why? You don’t like going first anymore?”

“If I’m going to own my own dance studio and be responsible for wrangling a bunch of students, I should at least be able to wrangle my own boyfriend, shouldn’t I?” I joked as I moved my head down to the zipper of Hunter’s jeans, soon freeing his cock from the fabric of his boxers.

And then, I took his cock into my mouth, making sure to get every inch of him down my throat.

“Fuck! Patrick!” Hunter’s body tensed as I moved my lips up and down his cock, taking in as much of his shaft as I could with every motion. “Fuck…” Hunter’s hands then moved down to my hair, his fingers trailing through the strands. “Patrick… that feels so fucking good…”

My body warmed at Hunter’s praises, and my mouth began