Page 103 of Gross Misconduct

He hops up. They go to the giant Jenga set by the wall.

“How’s Jack taking the loss?” Derek asks.

Speaking of the extremely cute devil, Jack strolls into the bar. As soon as he finds me, a smile breaks onto his face. I am one lucky dude.

“Congratulations,” Jack says to our table.

The guys give him a round of applause. Bill shakes his hand.

“Great game out there. Truly,” he says. Bill may be competitive, but he respects hard work and playing against worthy opponents. A lopsided game is a waste of time in his mind.

“You guys should come to the arcade bar. They have games,” Jack says.

“We have games, too!” Des yells from the Jenga table.

Tanner slides a Jenga rectangle out of the tower. Des blocks him from putting it at the top.

“You sure you want to do that?” Des asks. “It’d be a shame if you were the one who made it topple.”

“Des, I know where all of your tickle spots are. Scooch.” Tanner signals for him to step aside. Des puts his hand up in surrender and moves.

“Get a room!” Hank yells at them.

Jack fits in perfectly with the group. Like all good hockey players, he knows how to bullshit. He talks about game techniques with Bill and shares gossip from his time in the NHL. Having a boyfriend who gets along with your friends is a huge win.

“What are you looking at?” I ask Jack, who keeps glancing at the bar.

“Just remembering sitting over there and seeing the cutest guy once upon a time.” He runs his hand through my beard, an obvious favorite thing for him to do. “And now I got him.”

“Yes, you do.” I break out in a smile that takes over my whole body. I didn’t know this kind of happiness was possible. I guess any path is ours for the taking, if we’re open to it. “And you’re never getting rid of him.”

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Once the celebrationwinds up at Stone’s Throw, Jack and I make our way to C&J pizza for an early dinner. Jack suggests we get our pizza to go so that we can continue the celebration. I’m embarrassed to say that it took me a moment to realize what kind of celebrating he meant.

The trip back to his place is one long form of edging. Our knees touch in the front. Jack finds my truck to be a major turn on, so this car ride is essentially foreplay for him.

“Just so you know, I’m hard,” he strokes himself over his jeans.

“I’m not even touching you!”

“You’re that good. Simply looking at you behind the wheel of your big truck in your gray sweatpants.”

“Wait, my sweatpants are a turn-on?”

“Yeah. It’s a thing. I can’t wait for you to fuck me and make me come all over myself.”

I grab my stiffening cock in an attempt to calm myself down, but it only does the opposite. I pick up the speed, and my cock throbs in my pants when I pull into the parking lot. No sign of any parental figures waiting for us. When we stumble into Jack’s apartment, he closes the blinds immediately. Glad we are on the same page. While I am very much turned on by the idea of doing it in front of a window with Jack, perhaps we could try it in a city where nobody knows us.

“Sit on the couch,” Jack says.

“I won the game. Shouldn’t I be telling you what to do?”

“No.”

“Would it be better if we pulled the couch out first?”

“No.” Jack is definitive. He obviously has thoroughly thought-out plans.

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