Page 31 of Game Changer
“Hey,” Kip said, shaking off the cold. His cheeks were pink. He was adorable.
“Hey.” Scott grinned at him stupidly. He was rewarded with a smile that showed Kip’s dimples.
They went to the elevator and made small talk on the ride up. It was tense in a good way. The promise of what was to come crackled between them.
They stepped into Scott’s apartment and Scott took Kip’s coat. Kip removed his shoes, dropped his backpack, and wandered into the living room. Scott followed him, admiring the way his long-sleeved T-shirt and dark jeans showcased his long, wiry limbs.
“Another win last night,” Kip said. “Congrats.”
“Oh, yeah. Thanks.”
Scott couldn’t stand it anymore. He reached for Kip, who came to him immediately. Scott kissed him and an instant calm settled throughout his body. He had needed this so badly. He had been thinking of almost nothing but Kip’s mouth for over two days. It was a miracle that he had played as well as he had in the two games since his and Kip’s night together.
“I missed you,” Scott said. It slipped out, but he didn’t regret it. Especially not when he saw the way Kip smiled.
“Yeah?”
“Mm...hard guy to forget.” He placed his hands on Kip’s hips, and gripped his pelvic bone. He stepped even closer so Kip could feel how much he’d missed him.
“Jesus,” Kip breathed.
They kissed and grabbed at each other frantically, until Kip went backward over the arm of the couch, and Scott landed on top of him.
“Sorry,” Scott said, laughing. “Are you all right?”
“Completely.”
Kip gripped Scott’s erection through his jeans, and Scott groaned and pressed against his hand.
“Here,” Kip said, “let’s... You sit, and just let me...”
He wriggled out from under Scott, who sat on the couch and watched him slide to the floor between his knees. Kip leaned up and kissed him as he opened Scott’s jeans. They kept kissing as Kip pulled Scott’s dick out and stroked it with loose, lazy fingers.
Fuck, it felt so good. Just to be with someone like this. To be touched. To be worked up and to be given release. He needed more of this in his life.
Kip spotted the bruise on Scott’s arm and brushed his fingers over it. “That must have hurt.”
“I’ve had worse.”
“I’ll make it better.” Kip laid soft, open-mouthed kisses over the purple skin. It was cheesy and dumb and Scott loved it.
Kip continued to apply his “remedy” as his fingers played with the hem of Scott’s T-shirt. Scott wanted the shirtoff.
“I think I have a few more bruises,” he rumbled. “If you feel like exploring.”
“Hmm... I’d better have a look.”
God, Kip’s voice was so fucking sexy when he was turned on, all cracked and breathy. His arousal seemed to unearth his Brooklyn accent, and for some reason Scott found that absurdly hot.
“Can’t see any bruises here,” Kip teased, kissing his way down to Scott’s stomach. “But just to be safe...”
“There might b-be—” Scott sucked in a breath. “Might be some lower-body injuries.”
Kip laughed against his skin, which made Scott laugh. He licked over Scott’s abs, pressing his hands up the insides of Scott’s thighs and gently brushing the backs of his fingers over Scott’s balls. Scott shuddered.
“Fuck.”
“Been thinking about this,” Kip murmured, his mouth hovering over Scott’s cock. “Didn’t get a chance to last time.”
