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290 pages, Paperback
First published October 5, 2020








Now I’m fully hard, and what the actual fuck?For decades, gay men across the planet have been titillated by the idea of two straight guys diving into unexplored territory with one another, and I most definitely am *not* an exception to that rule. As far as taboos go, I'm all over that one, so I pulled up a chair, grabbed a bag of popcorn, and sat my happy, queer ass down for a front row seat to *that* show. ;- )
I pull away. “Nope, nope, nope. I’m out.”
“Whoa,” Cohen says. I didn’t even hear him come back in.
“What?” I snap at him.
“I think we’re all a little gay after that. That was hot.”
Rossi slaps Cohen’s shoulder. “Still only you, dude.”








  
    
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“A whole afternoon and night off. What could we possibly get up to?”
“If that’s your way of asking me on that second date, your delivery needs some work.”
“Oh, and the way you asked was so romantic. The only reason I knew it was a date was because you told me to change my shirt.”
I shove him. “Ask me out properly, dick.”
He laughs. “Hey, asshole, wanna go out tonight?”
“Hey, Topher?”
“Yes, Teddy?”
“You know that I meant for this to be a date, right?” And holy shit, I’ve never seen Beck look as uncertain as he does tonight. The big eyes, the creased forehead—where is the confident guy I’m so used to bantering with? And while I have no idea what he means by asking me on a date, or being nervous, I do know that I like it.
“Then what are you doing over there?” He swiftly slides out of his side and into mine, and by the time Beck is beside me, he’s back to being the guy I know. His full smile is on display as he plants his elbow on the table and angles his body toward me. “You knew this was a date.”
“I suspected.”
“And you came anyway.”
“You’re right. I liked it. Wanna know why?” My response clearly takes him by surprise because when I dip my mouth down next to his ear, he doesn’t pull away. “You were finally fucking quiet.”
“I guess you’ll have to practice some more.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Hell, next time you might even hit a big ol’ six.” Beck laughs and settles down, chin propped on my pec. His skin is warm against mine. It gives me the perfect view over his shoulder to his sexy, round ass and the grooves that run down the sides of his cheeks.
“You really like my butt, huh?” I reach down and grab a handful, squeezing it as tight as I can. “It’s fine, I guess.”
We part ways to go to class, and I take a moment to check him out as he walks away. His broad shoulders, narrow waist, and that ass I couldn’t help noticing even when I hated him are even hotter when paired with this warmth in my chest. And when I think about telling the team, I’m actually excited about it. Because I’ll have Beck, and anyone with an issue can go fuck themselves.
“I think they’ll prefer you’re a big, strong man.”
“I guess we’ll see.”
“We will.” I duck down and lift him off his feet. His legs close around my waist.
“You really like this trick.” Beck finally smiles, still a long way from being real, but it’s a start.
I carry him to the bed and drop down onto my back without letting him go. His weight when he lies on top of me is comforting and familiar, and his skin is warm under my fingertips as I run them down his back. “Boyfriends?” I whisper.
Beck squirms. “Sorry, teammates didn’t seem right.”
“Agreed.”
He tilts his head up. “Are we?”
“Boyfriends?”
“Well, obviously. I mean we’re fucking and dating and we’re kinda past the hating each other thing …”
“We’re definitely past that.” I hug him tighter, sure he can hear the way my heart is beating louder. “Yeah. I, ah—yeah. I want that.”
“Me too.”
While I was working my ass off every practice and in the gym every weekend, Beck was partying it up any chance he got.
Affection isn't something I've ever received. Not from my parents and hardly from any of the girls I've dated. I've never felt the need to kiss someone's head lovingly or to wrap my arm around them possessively.
It's obvious he likes taking control, and as much as I love it, I can't help wanting to take over and struggle against him. I don't care where we end up, only tat we have to fight to get there.
When it's him and me like this, nothing else matters. When his hands brand my skin, and he takes my body like he owns it, it becomes just the two of us.

𝗖𝗨 𝗛𝗢𝗖𝗞𝗘𝗬
𝟭] 𝗣𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝗣𝗹𝗮𝘆𝘀 & 𝗦𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗔'𝘀 - 𝟯.𝟱 ✩
𝟮] 𝗙𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗢𝗳𝗳𝘀 & 𝗖𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗽 𝗦𝗵𝗼𝘁𝘀 - 𝟰.𝟱 ✩
𝟯] 𝗚𝗼𝗮𝗹 𝗟𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 & 𝗙𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗧𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀 - 𝟯 ✩ / 𝗗𝗡𝗙
𝟰] 𝗟𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗠𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀 & 𝗦𝘁𝘂𝗱𝘆 𝗗𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀 - 𝗗𝗡𝗙
𝟱] 𝗣𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝗗𝗿𝗶𝗹𝗹𝘀 & 𝗤𝘂𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗧𝗵𝗿𝗶𝗹𝗹𝘀 - 𝟯.𝟱 ✩