Page 53 of Switch Pitching

“But you love it, don’t you?” My fingers coil around his dick as I slip his shorts down, stroking him slowly. Ethan moans and cusses, his head pressing into the mattress. Bringing my other hand over, I fondle his balls before I wrap both hands around his cock and pick up the pace.

Ethan’s face melts into a blissed-out expression, his eyes half-shut, and I keep going. Once he starts squirming, I grip tighter and he quickly comes with a shuddering grunt, shooting all over his abs.

I grab a fistful of tissues and dump them unceremoniously on Ethan’s stomach before heading back to my room. It’s almost noon, and we have to leave soon if we don’t want to be late.

Once I’m done packing, I head back to check on Ethan, who’s fallen back asleep. I grab his metal water bottle from the nightstand and press it against his neck, and he wakes up with a hilarious high-pitched yelp.

“Dude, what the fuck?” he yells, throwing a pillow at me, which I dodge.

I toss the pillow back at him. “We have to be at the airport in an hour. Get the fuck up.”

Huffing, Ethan drags himself out of bed. “I’m basically ready. I just have to shower and then we can go. Are you done packing?”

Smiling, I reach down and cup my dick. “I’m always packing. You should know this.” It’s always a struggle to stop myself from laughing at my own corny sex jokes.

Ethan just chuckles, gets up, punches me on the shoulder, and disappears into the bathroom. I check the time and then frantically finish the rest of my packing so we aren’t late.

Half an hour later, we meet in the entryway and take the elevator down to the parking lot. Sliding behind the wheel of my car, I power it up and roll us onto the street. As I turn right onto Storrow Drive, I glance over at Ethan who’s busy scrolling through his phone. I reach over and give his leg a playful squeeze with my right hand. He jumps a little, then smirks at me.

“Smooth, James,” he says, a playful glimmer in his eye.

I grin back. “Just getting warmed up.”

“So,” I say, keeping my eyes on the road but sneaking a glance at him, “have you ever been to California before?”

“Nah. I never traveled much as a kid, and I’ve only ever played against other East Coast teams.”

Letting out a slow whistle, I make a complicated lane change to get on the I-93 ramp toward the airport. “We’re gonna love it. Heard good things about LA, but I’ve never been before.”

“Is this also your first time?”

“Yeah. My family mostly went on vacation in Canada. We made it out to Vancouver a few times, but we never went further south than Seattle. Other than our trips to see my grandparents in Panama.”

“Panama?” Ethan tilts his head. “That sounds cool.”

“Oh yeah.” I grin while keeping my eyes on the road, turning off the highway toward the private terminal. “Panama’s great, and I lived for those trips. We should go together sometime.”

Ethan raises his eyebrows. “I’m so down to go. Never been anywhere like that before.”

“You’d love it. And besides, all four of my grandparents already know who you are. They follow baseball religiously, especially now that I play for Boston. They like you.”

Laughing, Ethan gently punches my shoulder. “Well, I should keep playing well if I want to stay in their good graces.”

We’ve arrived, so I park the car and unlock the doors. “You don’t have anything to worry about. This season has been great.”

At that, we leave the car behind, go through security, and board immediately. This is so much better than normal flying.

We spend the next few hours relaxing, watching movies, and occasionally chatting. It’s a perfect way to pass the time. As the plane starts its descent into LA, I turn to Ethan.

“Ready to take on the West Coast?” I ask, trying to sound confident.

He gives me a small smile. “Let’s do it.”

In the hotel, Ethan and I wrestle for first-shower rights before deciding to share. While I was hoping for some steamy action, Ethan’s all work and no play, and he wraps up his shower in about two minutes.

I leave the bathroom, and Ethan is in one of the beds flicking through his e-reader, his eyes narrow and soft as they scan the pages. Feeling energetic, I proceed to jump into the bed and ambush him with a bear hug. I snuggle against his soft shirt and lean up for a kiss.

My god, I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of feeling Ethan’s smooth, full lips on mine. He’s so addictive. As I grind up against him, his stiff length pushes against me.

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