He chuckles, pulling his gaze away from the game and looking at me with amusement. “I think that’s supposed to be bad luck.”
“Nope,” I insist as we both turn our attention back to the game. “We’re having a Friday the 13th movie marathon at your place, for sure.”
He laughs, shaking his head, but he sounds happy. “Whatever you say.”
I like that his eyes aren’t darting around nervously as we talk. He’s not worried someone will hear. We aren’t being stupid though. Our voices are kept low, and to anyone on the outside looking in, it probably looks like two coaches keeping up with the game, but it still feels really good.
Gives me an odd sense of hope.
“Bates is pretty good,” I say as I watch the kid throw the ball across the field like it was nothing.
Noah smiles. “Yeah. Reminds me of his brother.”
“I didn’t know he had a brother. Older?”
He nods, both of our eyes on the field. “Yup.” He laughs at something and then shakes his head. “Had to break up a fight between his brother and Dixon in the locker room their senior year.”
“Love me a good locker room brawl.” He only chuckles. “Where are they now?”
I swear I see his smile grow a mile wide. “Hayes. They live together.”
“They’re roommates?”
His eyes meet mine slowly, the grin even wider as he keeps his voice low. “Lovers.”
“What?”
He nods in confirmation of what I think I heard. “They’re really happy, according to Bates when I ran into him last time.”
“Holy shit,” I breathe out because I don’t know why, but I can’t believe it. I don’t remember ever seeing an out couple, growing up in Big Bend. “That’s incredible.”
He nods, watching the game now. “It is.”
I want to ask him so many more questions, but I guess now is probably not the time, and knowing him, he doesn’t know any more details other than they’re together and happy. That’s just Noah.
We win the game, and I can’t be happier as I forget myself for one second and wrap him up in a big hug on the sidelines. But thankfully, some players rush us right then, wrapping their arms around us both too, jumping up and down excitedly.
It’s a damn good night, and when we get back to Noah’s place, we can’t keep our hands off each other. Our clothes fly as our mouths tangle. We’re on a high, no doubt, and neither one of us is stopping to slow down.
When he’s fully naked and pressed back against his living room wall, I can’t stop myself from tasting his salty skin. It was a cool night but also intense, and with our hoodies on, we both got a little sweaty.
I love it.
I lick along his neck and his collarbone, then down over his pecs, sucking on his nipples and feeling them pebble in my mouth. “You’re so fucking hot,” I say, lowering to my knees and coming into head-on contact with his cock. “So hot,” I breathe as I lick along his hips.
“Christ, Chance. You might kill me.”
“Don’t you dare die,” I say as I grip his hips with my hands and kiss the tip of his stiff cock. “Not before I get a taste.”
His fingers thread through my hair, and I tease him a little more, letting my tongue slide through his slit and taste the beading precum.
“I knew you’d taste good.”
“Chance,” he practically whines, and I fucking love it.
I grin and then take the head of his cock into my mouth, sucking gently and swirling my tongue around the tip.
“Oh, God. Yes.” His hips punch forward, but he pulls back before he goes in too deep. “Oh fuck. Sorry. Shit. It’s been so damn long, and I . . .”
I look up at him and grasp his ass in my hands, pushing him further into my mouth, trying to relax my gag reflex because he’s definitely not small and has considerable length. But I’m no quitter, and I don’t stop until the head of his cock is in the back of my throat.
“Holy shit. Chance, I’m sorry. I’m not . . .” He gasps, and I fucking love it, swallowing around him and then pulling back before sinking down on him again, hollowing my cheeks. “I’m not going to last.” His fingers tighten in my hair, and my eyes water, but I’ve never been more turned-on in my entire life. “Oh, fuck.”
I need to get some air into my lungs, but I need him to come more. I squeeze his ass cheeks, and before I know it, he’s crying out and unloading into the back of my throat.
I do my best to swallow it all, but some of his cum falls from my lips as I suck in a much-needed breath and lick him clean, loving the way he babbles almost incoherently. His fingers, though, gently slide through my hair.
I slowly kiss my way up his body, all the way to his lips as I crash my mouth against his. He’s hungry for the kiss, swallowing my tongue and moaning as he tastes himself. I hump against his body shamelessly, wrapping my hand around my shaft as we kiss.
It doesn’t take long before my cum splashes against his spent cock. I kiss him even harder as I groan into his mouth, “So. Hot.”
“Mm-hmm,” he agrees. I pull back slowly, still sipping at his lips because I can’t get enough.
“Shower? Then a movie?”
He nods slowly. “Why did you ask me about my birthday.”
He takes my hand and leads me to his bedroom and the ensuite bathroom. I haven’t been in his room before, and it feels even more intimate than what we just did. He turns on the shower and then faces me, waiting for my answer. “Just want to know everything about you.”
He smiles now as he approaches me, cupping my face in his hands and kissing me softly. “When is yours?”
“May first.”
He grins and nods, directing me into the shower, and I go more than willingly.
We shower quietly and comfortably, like an old married couple who’s done this many times, and it feels incredible.
I didn’t waste a lot of time thinking about the future. I’m not sure I’ve ever even thought about being part of a couple. It never really felt like a possibility before. Not around here.
But now, as we wash each other and rinse off, drying with towels and he hands me a pair of his sweats to wear, it all feels so damn good.
It’s almost overwhelming.
Scary.
Because I know deep down, I don’t want to lose this.
And I’ll do anything I can to keep it.
NINETEEN
NOAH
I should wipe this perpetual smile off my face. I know it. But I can’t seem to help it. Everything with Chance is new and so damn exciting. I don’t remember the last time I felt this good.
All I really want to be doing tonight is hanging out with Chance at my place. But unfortunately, I agreed to go to dinner with Billy to celebrate my birthday, which is tomorrow, a game night. It’s been a while, so I told Chance I’ll be home as soon as I can and will text him when I’m on my way.
Billy and I sit down at the diner, ordering our usuals before he starts his usual chatter about his wife and girls, then ultimately moving on to football. But it’s not the typical conversation when we get there.
“Listen, there’s something we need to talk about, and I don’t want to make it a big deal.” I eye him suspiciously, not liking this one bit. “Don’t look at me like that,” he scolds, and my skin prickles.