Page 104 of Gross Misconduct

He dives into my lap and plants an epic kiss on my mouth, instantly shifting the mood in the room. I moan into his lips, wanting this more and more.

“Are you planning to play next season?” he asks, grinding against my cock.

I nod yes.

“Then we should continue having sex to keep the good juju alive, don’t you think?”

“Makes sense to me.”

“Good.” Jack whips off his shirt, and pulls my hoodie off my head so fast I worry the fabric will tear. Our warm chests rub together, sending a rush of heat to my groin.

Jack repositions himself to straddle my lap, and the friction makes my dick stand at attention.

“We need to have lots of sex to keep the good juju alive over the summer, too.” He slips a tongue in my ear, sending me crazy.

I pick him up and toss him onto the couch. Jack lands on his back and throws his legs open, like a gymnast doing a very dirty dismount. I want to hug and cuddle him, but also fuck his lights out. At the same time. The heart wants what the dick wants, apparently.

“Let’s get these fucking pants off.” I undo his belt and unzip his fly. Jack wants to help push his pants down, but I have a better idea.

I throw his legs up in the air and pull them off that way. He holds onto his big, thick, pale thighs, two lumbering tree trunks in this tiny studio apartment. His hard cock flops against his stomach. I slip my thumb into his mouth to get it nice and slick, then I drag it down his length and his balls. His lips quiver with want when he figures out I’m going farther south. He pulls his thighs closer to his body. My thumb slides down his crack to his hole and slips inside.

He throws his head back and lets out a guttural sigh. It’s everything.

I dip my thumb in and out of his hole, savoring its tightness. I kiss along his thigh as I plunge inside his tight hole. I replace my thumb with my index and middle finger. They can get deeper.

“Finger that hole.” He gasps against his leg, his face scrunched in exquisite pain.

He pushes my face in between his cheeks. I slide my tongue into his tart opening, letting it stretch.

“Yes. Feels so good.” He grips his fingers around what’s left of my hair, pushing me deeper against him.

I lap circles around his opening, getting it nice and slick. I slap his ass hard and grab, leaving fingermarks on the pale surface.

“Rub your beard on my hole,” he begs.

I comply. My rough facial hair prickles his wet heat, rubbing all over him like a sponge cleaning up a delightful mess. I spread his cheeks and go deeper, feeling his body vibrate under my touch.

“You are so beautiful.” I stammer as I speak, nervous to be so genuine. Is that too mushy for us?

“I know I am.”

I shove two fingers inside him to pull him back down to earth. “You fucker.”

“I’m sorry I have such a high opinion of myself.”

I twitch my fingers inside him, eliciting a hungry groan from his lips.

“You are…wonderful.” He stares at me with a ferocious intensity that underlines the simple word. I suppose coming up with clever things to say when a guy has two fingers inside you is a challenge. He means every syllable with all his heart.

He pushes his legs down to sit regularly and grabs me by the collar. He pulls me close, that twinkle in his eye. “I love you, Griffin.”

It’s not the first time he’s said it to me, but it’s just as powerful. I’ve never had a man tell me he loved me. As a closeted kid and adult, it seemed like a moment that I didn’t deserve to dream about. Guys like me didn’t get happy endings, right? My chest clogs with emotion. I want to hug my younger self and tell him it’s all going to work out in the end.

“I love you, Jack,” I say, a bit speechless that I would ever be so lucky to say this to another man. I thought that coming out so late in life meant the time for love had passed for me.

“But I said it first.”

“It’s not a contest.”

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