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  “More.” I gasp for air.

  “More what?”

  “I don’t fucking know.”

  He chuckles. “I think I know what you might need.”

  Sitting up and leaning back, Jacobs grips my hips and pulls me forward with that superhuman strength he has, pushing his dick into me in one hard thrust.

  My breath catches, and I let out a strained moan.

  “That’s only the half of it,” Jacobs says, sounding more confident than he ever has.

  I think my cockiness is rubbing off on him.

  And speaking of rubbing off, Jacobs reaches for my cock, and yes, that’s what I need.

  The second his fingers wrap around my dick, everything changes. I’m no longer lost in between pleasure and frustration. I’ve found a world of holy fuck that feels good, and I never want to leave it.

  Jacobs’s dick in my ass, filling it completely. His hand on my cock, stroking in earnest.

  This is the most intense experience of my life.

  Cum hits my stomach before I even realize I’ve been sent over the edge. And then my orgasm hits so hard my vision blurs, and I have to close my eyes to stop the room from spinning.

  I grit my teeth, and the sounds slipping out of me are downright pornographic.

  Jacobs’s thrusts increase, not letting me catch my breath, but when he stills inside me and grunts his release, my breath is taken away for another reason.

  He’s so goddamn beautiful when he comes.

  His body slows, his cock pushing past my oversensitive prostate two more times before he collapses completely on top of me.

  We stay like that for who knows how long, sweating and breathing all over each other.

  When he eventually disengages, I wince, both missing the feeling of him being inside me and thankful for the break.

  He stumbles toward the bathroom to ditch the condom but comes right back.

  Slipping back into bed, he curls up next to me.

  “You could’ve brought me a towel,” I grumble.

  He pulls the sheet up that’s pooled at our feet and wipes the cum off my stomach. “There. Fixed.”

  I snort.

  “And you win.” Jacobs still hasn’t caught his breath. “Power bottom of the year goes to you.”

  “I’d like to thank the academy and my agent for this award.” I swallow, my mouth dry. “But, you know, that title is still up for grabs.”

  I roll onto my side and run my hand up Jacobs’s thigh to his ass and give his cheek a big firm squeeze.

  “Sure. Though, I’ll be lucky to get it up again in a week.” His chest heaves. “Shit, I don’t think I’ve come that hard ever.”

  “You should be on the receiving end.”

  His eyes meet mine. “Can’t wait.”

  23

  Jacobs

  Holy shit, last night was intense. So intense I can still feel the tingling in my balls … and my chest.

  Yikes.

  Not good, not good, not good.

  When Rossi saw us, I’d been prepared for him to call us out on how much time we’d been spending together, and I’d had my answer prepared.

  Kinda need to spend time with the guy I’m fucking.

  Then I remembered Beck and I haven’t had that discussion. He’d agreed to keeping this a secret early on, but now we’re, what, dating? Things have definitely changed, but I’m not sure where he is with this whole thing. Because telling people we’re dating isn’t only about them finding out Beck and Jacobs are now Beck-and-Jacobs, it means coming out. Admitting we really like cock. Or at least, each other’s.

  I roll onto my side and look down at where Beck is passed out on his back. His mouth is hanging open, and his big chest lifts and falls with each breath.

  I lean down and brush a light kiss over his forehead, and my chest gives another little twinge. It’s not enough, so I kiss the bump in his nose as well, then brush the side of my thumb along the stubble on his jaw.

  His arm closest to me snakes around my waist. “Why are you waking me up?”

  Because I can’t sleep and haven’t been able to stop thinking about what the hell this is. “Horny.”

  He grunts. “If you woke me every time you were horny, I’d never sleep. Do you have an Off switch?”

  Not when he’s around I don’t.

  I shift so I’m on top of him, preparing to launch into a serious talk, when he lifts his head and pulls me into a kiss. It’s slow and lazy, and I hug my arms around him tight. Considering how hard and fast our relationship has been so far, my thoughts are soft. Almost sweet. And even reminding myself this is Beck doesn’t change that.

  He ends the kiss and leans back to look up at me. His hands cup my cheeks, and I swear his eyes are smiling at me. “That’s how you wake a man up.”

  “I’ll keep that in mind.”

  His face suddenly contorts in a grimace as he takes in the early morning light coming through my window. “Fuck, I better go. If Rossi sees us again …”

  I mean to tell him not to worry about what Rossi or any of those assholes think, but then he lightly bites my shoulder and rolls me off him. It reminds me of that first bite and the shit I got, and now, it’s time for payback.

  “Hey, come here.”

  Beck pauses in his search for clothes and walks back over to stand by the bed. I swing my legs over the side and steer him to stand between them. Then I turn him around.

  “What are you …”

  I drag my fingers and lips down his back. “I have a favor to return.”

  “Favor? Last night wasn’t a”—my lips brush over his tan line as I grab his ass roughly in both hands—“fuck, if you play around back there, I won’t be able to sneak out in time.”

  I smile against his warm skin because this isn’t going to take long.

  I drag my lips over the swell of his ass, and it’s so perfect it almost seems like a shame to mark it all up. But then I think of it being my mark, and my dick twitches.

  I sink my teeth into his flesh.

  “Argh!” Beck jolts at the sudden, sharp pain, and I quickly back off, dragging my tongue over the bite mark before inspecting it.

  Oh yeah, that’s definitely going to last.

  “You don’t think I was tender enough already?”

  My smile is wide as I run a finger between his cheeks, and he jolts again. “Feeling sore?”

  “My body doesn’t know what’s up. On one hand, my ass is clenching tighter than a bear trap, on the other, my dick is ready to make sacrifices.”

  I laugh and kiss the bite mark before he turns around.

  His eyebrow quirks, and he looks way too proud of himself for a guy who’s walking into a locker room in a few hours. “Are we even now?”

  “We will be once the guys have seen it.”

  “And you don’t think they’ll put together what those matching bite marks mean? They’re assholes, not idiots.”

  “They’ll just assume we’ve been with the same chick.”

  He frowns which sets little flutters across my gut.

  “You don’t like that,” I say.

  “Nah, it’s fine.” He kisses me before stepping back and tugging on his clothes. “I’ll see you at practice.”

  I don’t bother to get up and check the hall like I normally would. I sit and watch as Beck peeks around the door, then quickly slips out.

  No one notices it as we get in our practice gear, and I’m beginning to think Beck’s wrong. These guys are idiots. The mark is bright red against his pale ass cheek, and I can’t stop staring as he puts on his cup.

  I quickly pull my gaze away before someone calls me on checking him out.

  Practice is the smoothest it’s been all summer. We set the camp kids and some of the team up for a mini game that Cohen and Rossi referee, while Beck and I call out instructions. They hardly need it. Tamm in particular has caught my eye to be a potential mountain lion, and Simms, who’ll be a junior this year, has come a long way since last season.


  It sucks we won’t actually be able to play with any of the campers on an actual team because by the time they’ll start here, Beck and I will have graduated.

  That’s a depressing thought.

  This is the last year I’ll be playing hockey before getting a “real” job.

  Beck skates over to where I’m watching. “Who would have thought this was the same group of dickheads from the start of the summer?”

  “I know. The last two weeks is always great, seeing how far everyone’s come.”

  Beck’s quiet for a moment, watching the game play out. “I wish I’d done this sooner.”

  “Really?” I nudge him with my elbow. “You regretting all those summers in Europe or wherever the hell you went.”

  “I … maybe not regret, but …” He huffs out a breath. “It would have been nice to do this more than once. Maybe we would have been friends sooner.”

  I like that, no matter everything else, he considers us friends now. I want to joke and tell him there’s no use hoping for miracles, but instead I shoot him a quick smile. “Nah, I think things happened the way they were supposed to.”

  We wrap up for lunch a little later, and I can’t hold back my smile as we make our way to the locker room. We strip for the showers, and still no one says anything, so I take matters into my own hands.

  “Hey, what’s that on Beck’s ass?”

  There are a few sniggers, and as Cohen’s about to jump in, Beck gives me a cocky look I know too well.

  “Staring at my ass again, Topher? Should I be worried?”

  His words are followed by ooohs and laughing, and then I’m the one on the end of the teasing.

  Beck shoots me a sneaky wink before he heads for the showers, towel over his shoulder and ass on full display.

  And okay, maybe his ass wasn’t the smartest place to put it.

  I quickly wrap my towel around my waist before I get hard at the sight of all his bare skin. That’s the last thing I need with Cohen jokingly telling the others to cover up before I check them out too.

  “Whatever, Cohen. You’d probably like it.”

  But I guess now I know why no one said anything. You’re not supposed to look at other guys’ butts. Maybe I’ve been queer longer than I thought.

  After lunch, Beck and I are scheduled to take the campers through footage of games so they can dissect plays and pick out weaknesses, but while we normally have lunch with whoever is around, Beck pulls me away from the group and we go to a café a few blocks away from the usual one.

  “So I’ve been meaning to ask you how you’re getting home next week,” Beck says as we sit down to eat.

  “My brother came and picked me up last year—he’d just gotten his license—so I figured I’d ask him again.”

  Beck nods. “Yeah, or I could drive you?”

  “Do you even know where I live?”

  “Dorset or something, right? I’m driving Baby to New York, so it’s not far out of the way.”

  The offer throws me completely off guard. “Yeah, that’d be … yeah. Great. Thank you.”

  “Cool.” He turns back to his food, but I get the feeling he has more to say. “So maybe I could drive up sometime and stay for a few days? Or maybe I could pick you up on the way back here and get to your place a few days early?” His words are so fast I’m not sure I’ve caught them right.

  “You wanna stay on the farm?”

  “I mean, I don’t have to.” He swallows. “But I bet I could win your family over. I bet they’d be all, Beck, please stay. Topher, we’re putting in for a trade, you go home to Beck’s family instead. In fact, could you? Could you go back to my dad while I stay on your nice, quiet farm and—”

  “My family calls me Chris, not Topher.”

  He screws up his face. “You don’t look like a Chris. That will be the first thing I do on the farm. I’m gonna get them all to call you Topher, and then we’ll have to look into changing it legally.”

  I grin. “You’re rambling.”

  He puffs out a laugh and drags a hand over his head. “Shit.”

  “Yes.”

  “What?”

  “Yes, we’ll figure something out. Though, the farm is anything but quiet, just a heads-up.”

  His smile makes the nerves all worth it. I wanna push things and ask if I can go back to his place as well, but I have the feeling his family dynamic is completely different to mine. My family will be welcoming; his … I get the impression his dad might not be too happy with Beck dating a guy.

  I’m not going to put that kind of pressure on Beck or what we have. Whatever that may be.

  We’re still figuring it out.

  24

  Beck

  “So, wait, we’re dropping your boyfriend off—”

  “Not my boyfriend,” I cut Baby off. “And don’t use that word in front of him.”

  She scrunches her brow. “It’s what you are, aren’t you?”

  “Nope. We’re teammates who are …” I shudder. “Dating. I guess. Fucking?”

  “Is that why you haven’t invited him to stay with us in New York?”

  “No.” Yes.

  “Well, you should.”

  “And you should shut up.”

  “Is it the gay, bisexual, whatever label you are thing? Because Mom and Dad aren’t due to get back until next week. You could, like, show him around New York.”

  I lean against the wall. “Why are you pushing this?”

  “Because you like him! I can tell. Don’t you want to spend all your time with him? I miss that brand-new relationship feeling, where it’s all bedtime cuddles and sex—”

  I cover my ears. “Lalalalala. No. My little sister doesn’t have sex.”

  She laughs. “Uh-huh. Sure she doesn’t. Just like you don’t have a thing for guys.”

  “I don’t have a thing for guys. I have a thing for Topher.”

  “Aww, I’m so right. Invite him.”

  “I already feel bad enough for inviting myself to stay at his farm on the way back. I’ve messed with his summer plans enough as it is.”

  “Chickenshit.”

  “… Virgin!”

  “Am not,” she sings.

  “You always will be in my eyes.”

  “Are we ready to go?” she asks, putting the final things in her bag.

  “I’ve been waiting for you to finish packing for half an hour. So yeah, I’m ready to go.”

  We had to clean out the dorms like we would end of year seeing as we don’t get our new housing allocations until the first day back. It would be so much easier if we could keep the same rooms considering not much will change in this lot of dorms—what’s essentially the jock building. Football team, hockey team … I guess the school wants to put all the big smelly boys in the one space.

  I give Baby the keys to my car to go take the last of her stuff down—mine’s already there—and take one last inspection of the room, making sure I didn’t forget anything or leave stuff behind.

  On the way out, I take the stairs to stop by Jacobs’s room to see if he’s ready, but when I get there, the door’s wide open and all his stuff is gone.

  I pull out my phone, and there’s a text saying he’ll meet us at the car. He’s dumping his stuff at a friend’s place.

  I don’t think much of it until I get outside and see him climbing out of a car that looks like Grant’s. The driver looks like Grant, but I thought he was in Canada?

  Jacobs reaches me and smiles. “Hey, I’m all set.”

  “Who was that?” I nod to the retreating car.

  “Grant’s brother. His twin, actually. They look nothing alike, huh?”

  “I dunno. From where I’m standing, they looked nearly identical. I didn’t even know Grant had a twin.”

  “You don’t pay attention much, do you? That guy’s been at all our home games for the last three years.”

  I shrug. “I wasn’t close to Grant. Kinda hard to be when his best friend hated my guts.”

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sp; “Grant’s best friend is an asshole.”

  “He used to be. Is Grant’s brother queer too?” Yeah, hard to miss the growl in that.

  Jacobs tries to hide his amusement. “Nope, but even if he was, would it matter?”

  “I … guess not.” This jealousy thing is new. Have to say, don’t like it.

  “The Grants let me dump all my stuff at their place while I go home. It’s so much easier than carting it back and forth.”

  “Come to New York with me,” I blurt.

  He’s taken aback. “You want that?”

  “He does!” Baby calls from where she’s trying to shove her luggage into the car. “He’s been whining about asking you!”

  I rub the back of my neck. “She’s lying. Uh, about the whining. But, uh, yeah, I want you to come to New York.”

  Jacobs smiles. “I can for a few days, but I promised my parents I’d be back in time to help them with the beginning of harvest season until I have to go back to school.”

  “I … I mean, I’ve already invited myself to your place, but I mean, I could help with that too?”

  Jacobs’s face lights up. Probably because this stammering isn’t me. “My parents will love you for it. They need all the help they can get, even with my three brothers being there.”

  “Do you need to check with them first?”

  “Nah. I’ll just let them know I’ll be a few days late.” He takes out his phone and taps away.

  I take a deep breath. This is big.

  Mom and Dad won’t be there, but in the three years I’ve been at this school, I’ve never invited anyone into my real life like this.

  I have friends—good friends—on the team, but none I want to bring home to reality.

  Minus my stupid business classes, college has been separate from my life in New York and the expectations that go with that.

  “Are you sure you want me to come to New York? You look like you’re gonna be sick.”

  I shove him. “Get in the car.”

  I help Baby, who’s still struggling to get her bag in the trunk. “Did you move shit around?”

  “No. There’s so much of it. I was hoping to squish it in there.”