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240 pages, ebook
First published September 22, 2016
“No queers in baseball. Not allowed.”
"I used to dream about you here.”[...]
“Did you touch yourself?”
“Fuck, yes. All the time. Imagined how big your cock was, and if you were cut or not. What it would taste like. Wanted to swallow your cum. Used to taste mine and pretend it was yours.”
“Jesus. We can’t.”
“When I found out you were traded and I’d see you again, I got so hard I had to jerk off. Shoved my finger in my ass and imagined it was your cock, and—”
"Tell me how you feel," he whispered.
"Like there's no going back."
And as the words left Nico's kiss-swollen lips, Jake recognized that truth deep in his bones.
…he kissed every inch of skin he could kiss.
“Tell me how you feel,” he whispered.
“Like there’s no going back.”
And as the words left Nico’s kiss-swollen lips, Jake recognized that truth deep in his bones.
“Why?” Jake wanted to punch someone; wanted to turn back time and fix it. “Look at me. Why?”
Tears escaped, hanging on Nico’s lashes. “No queers in baseball. Not allowed.”
The fury burned white hot, but Jake tamped it down. “Fuck that. Fuck anyone who thinks that. Fuck your dad for thinking that. He’s wrong. They’re wrong.” He kissed Nico, stroking his tongue as if he could erase the words Nico had said—that he didn’t deserve it, that he wasn’t allowed.
“Tell me how you feel,” he whispered.
“Like there’s no going back.”
And as the words left Nico’s kiss-swollen lips, Jake recognized that truth deep in his bones.
“...I stopped loving it. Stopped loving everything.”
“But you said things changed when you came here, right?”
Turning his head on the pillow, Jake swiped at the tears escaping his eyes. “When I started loving you, I loved the game again.”
Nico was pretty sure the floor had just evaporated and he was falling through space, his heart pounding in his ears. “You love me?” he whispered.
“Of course. I honestly never thought I’d love anyone again. I didn’t want to. But you’re undeniable.”
“I want more than that. [...] To fuck you. And I’m not sure if I should, or if that’s what you want right now. What you need. And if you do want it, I’m not sure how to do it.” He tugged at the neck of his tank top. “Should it be rough? Do you want me to spank you tonight? Do you want to see my face the first time? Because I want to see yours. But I could pound you too, get you on your hands and knees to take my cock. Am I going to hurt you? Do you want me to? Or do you want to go slow?” Nico opened and closed his mouth. Finally, he whispered, “Yes.” “Which part?” “All of it.”