Page 49 of Icing the Play

Twisting my lips, I studied him. Was I dreaming? How was this happening? “I’m uh, I guess I’m just stunned. We were supposed to be taking things slow.” I edged to his side, my heart flip-flopping. “But whatever speed this is, I’m good with it.” I dipped my head to his shoulder and came back up. I should say something better. “I really like you too, Cooper.”

“I know.” With a smirk, he drank more beer. “You already told me you have a crush on me, remember?”

With a sharp laugh, I shook my head. “Yeah, guess I did.” Maybe I should have kept my crush to myself for a while to keep him guessing. But playing games wasn’t my style.

“Okay, so what do you think?” Parting his lips, he fixated on me.

“I think you should come out to your family when you’re ready and if you’re ready now, then go for it.” I fingered the tab on my beer can. Could my family find out from them? “Hey, your sister is a year younger than my brother, but they both went to our high school together, right?” They might be acquaintances.

“No, my sister ended up in a private school.” He worried his lower lip. “If you want, I’ll let them know you’re not out to your family. They won’t tell anyone back home.”

I huffed. That was lame. “No. Then what would they think of me, eh?” My gaze snapped to his. I’d have to give this some serious thought. “Just say nothing at all. I need to see how it goes when the season starts and…” And I’d come out? I couldn’t promise that. “Let’s see how it goes.”

“And what if they ask me?” He wrinkled his forehead.

I breathed in deeply, tipping my head back. “You can’t lie to them. I guess tell them the truth. It’s complicated, eh?” My chest squeezed. This was fucked up. I should talk with Leo or Jett. They’d both been afraid to come out to their families, too. They’d help me. I pressed my lips together.

“Okay, I’ll tell them it’s complicated, but you’re working on it. How’s that?” The ghost of a grin played over his mouth.

“Perfect.” I leaned into him, resting my head on his shoulders. “You know Ace usually cooks Thanksgiving dinner and we have the squad over. With the schedules this year, I don’t know what’s going to happen.” I drank some beer.

“I’ll talk to Ace, make sure it’s cool with him.” He shrugged. “If nothing else, my parents said they’re getting a VRBO, so maybe you and I could spend the holiday with them at their place.” He kissed the top of my head. “So, are we cool?”

I peeked at him. “Yeah, we’re cool.” I’d have to open up more to him at some point. He deserved it with all he was giving me. “What are we watching?”

Leaning over, he plucked the remote from the coffee table and turned the television on. “You pick.” He handed me the remote.

After an action movieand a second round of beers, I was thoroughly relaxed against Cooper’s side. Cuddling with him had become our thing, but we still hadn’t slept in the same bed overnight. As the credits rolled on the screen, I said, “Movie is over.” I lifted off him and rubbed my eyes.

“Time for bed?” He smirked and ticked a brow. “And by bed, I don’t mean sleep.” Cupping my cheek with his palm, he drew me to him, pressing a deep kiss on my lips. Resting his forehead on mine, he said, “Been waiting all night, taking things slow.”

My cock perked up in my shorts. “Yeah?” Kissing him again, I slid my tongue against his, tasting him fully. “Maybe the superstition will help you, too.”

“I don’t believe in that stuff. We’re going to win either way, but I’ll still take superstition sex.” He chuckled and rose from the couch, pulling on my arm.

“Is that what we’re calling it now? Superstition sex?” Smirking, I stood and followed him toward the bedrooms. “Ace did say to keep it in the bedroom.”

“He did.” He led me into his room, flicked on the nightstand lamps, and closed the door behind us. “Come here.” Stepping to me, he wrapped his arms around my neck and devoured me in toe-curling kisses, his mouth slanting against mine, low moans rumbling from his throat. “Fuck, Myles, you do things to me.”

“Yeah?” I skimmed my hand down his stomach and cupped his plumping junk through his shorts. “I see that.”

“I’m not just talking about making my dick hard.” With a smirk, he backed to his bed and, locking his gaze to mine, he lifted his shirt off and dropped his shorts and briefs. His thickcock bobbed between his thighs. “Tonight, I want to try some things.”

I widened my eyes. Shit, we should have been in my bedroom then. Holding up a finger, I said, “Wait just a minute.” I rushed into my room, grabbed a plug and lube from my nightstand drawer, and jogged back to him. “Okay.” I held up the items.

He sat on his bed, staring at the toy. “Oh, shit. Okay.” Nodding, a wicked grin worked over his mouth. “I see how you are.” He crawled backward onto his bed and laid at the headboard.

“Yeah? How am I?” I set the toys and lube on the nightstand and then quickly undressed, throwing my clothes into the corner. “Have you ever tried a blowjob with a plug?”

He swallowed hard, and his dick pulsed over his stomach. “Nope. Can’t say that I have.”

As I crept onto the bed, he lifted his knees and spread his legs wide, opening his arms. “I want you right here first.”

As warmth bloomed in my heart, I snuck between his legs and hovered over him on straight arms, then dropped, our hot cocks together. My breath hitched as his skin met with mine and his muscles flexed below me, his hips rocking.

With a hiss, he wrapped his arms around my shoulders and grabbed the back of my head, pulling me down. “Can’t get enough.” He pressed searing kisses on my mouth, gliding his tongue between my lips, tangling it with my own.

There was nothing like the way he kissed me. He sometimes kissed me in a hurried, desperate way, but at other times, like now, he poured emotion and longing into his kisses. As my hips rolled, my cock rubbed against his and tension burned in my gut. I continued the lingering but heated kisses while our dicks leaked pre-cum on each other.

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