Page 68 of Switch Pitching

In other words, I’m approaching 48 hours in this involuntary no-orgasm streak and I’m losing my goddamn mind.

Shouldn’t breaking my finger and bruising a shoulder be enough to distract me?

Nope. The ache in my nuts apparently matters more than the ache in my limbs.

I spent the morning at the Massachusetts Medical Center for way too many appointments, and then I went back home and crashed. Around four, I woke up with the afternoon equivalent of morning wood and turned the game on to distract myself, but as fate would have it, the camera operators chose today of all days to focus their lenses on Ethan for what seemed like the entire game.

While I don’t consider myself a weak person by any means, a guy can only take so many zoomed-in shots of his boyfriend’s sexy arms and gratuitous slow-mo replays of his amazing ass without getting uncontrollably horned up. Our uniforms aren’t supposed to be revealing, but anyone with an athlete’s build is gonna fill out anything in a way that leaves nothing to the imagination.

Great. Now I’m thinking about Ethan’s body, and that’s making me hard. Fuck. I shut the game off and yell frustratedly out into the open because my hands aren’t working well enough to grab a pillow.

Time for me to stare at the ceiling. Again.

I space out for a while, but eventually, I hear the front door open.

“Ethan, help!” I yell. After a brief pause, I hear commotion and fast footsteps before Ethan comes crashing into the room, his face flushed.

“What’s wrong, are you hurt? What’s going on?” Seeing him like this makes me feel somewhat bad for playing up my “emergency”, but it’s still funny.

“My dick hurts! I can’t jerk off and I’m so horny. I’mdying,” I wail.

Ethan’s eyes widen. “James, shut up!”

“But it’s an emergency!” I’m getting carried away, but it’s fun. “It’s so bad. You gotta kiss it better with one of your magical blowjobs!”

Ethan’s expression is stunned, and I have no idea why he’s acting weird. “James, I’m serious,” he hisses. “Stop. Fucking. Talking.”

Before I have a chance to ask why, Will walks calmly into the room, one hand placed dramatically over his eyes as he tries to hold back a laugh. Ethan looks like he wants to crawl under the bed.

“Is it safe for me to come in now, or am I interrupting a magical blowjob?”

I burst into laughter and Will does the same, while Ethan buries his face in his hands. Even though he’s covered up, I can still see Ethan’s cute blush creeping up to his ears.

Will eyes me with a playful grin. “I wanted to check and see if you were doing alright, but I guess you’re in good hands.” He raises an eyebrow just enough to send Ethan back into blush-mode.

Ethan punches Will in the shoulder. “Oh my god, fuck off.”

Ignoring Ethan, Will faces me. “But seriously, how are you holding up? You seem fine, given how bad everything looked yesterday.”

I wave my bandaged hand. “I’m doing okay, but I’m bored out of my mind.”

Will chuckles. “Cool. I wanted to make sure the injury isn’t getting worse.”

Ethan somehow manages to stop blushing, and he clears his throat. “He’s doing well, just resting up and staying still.”

Will offers a warm smile. “Great, looking forward to having you back.” A pause. “Alright, I can’t stay for too long, but it was nice to check in. Ethan, make sure you don’t… aggravate anything too much.” He flashes one more suggestive grin before heading to the door.

Ethan’s face is almost crimson, and I can’t stop laughing. “I’ll lock up behind you,” he manages to say, walking out of the room with Will.

I hear the front door click and Ethan comes back, still blushing and embarrassed as hell.

“What?” I ask him, hoping I sound innocent.

“Youhadto blurt out the magical blowjob line, didn’t you?”

I laugh. “Nah, you’re just embarrassed because he caught you taking such good care of me,” I tease, still grinning.

“Yeah, whatever.”

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