Page 51 of Game Changer
He thrust the bag at Scott, who took it. “You got me a present?”
“Sort of. It’s just dumb. I didn’t know what to bring.”
Scott opened the bag and pulled out...
“Socks,” he said.
“Yeah, they’re kinda like the color of blueberries. Or, like, the color of your smoothie that you get. I thought maybe you could wear them when you’re on the road. It would be like bringing the good luck with you?”
Scott ran his thumb over the soft material of the socks, completely speechless.
“Like I said,” Kip mumbled, “it’s just dumb.”
“No!” Scott stood to meet him. “No, I love them. They’re... I love them, Kip. I’m going to wear them all the time when I’m away and I’ll think of you. Thank you.”
Kip looked relieved and delighted, and Scott kissed him, because how could he not? It might sound silly, but having these socks would help him a lot when he was away from Kip.
They kissed, and this time Kip’s mouth moved from Scott’s lips to his jaw, then up behind his ear. He sucked in a breath, completely overwhelmed with need for this beautiful, thoughtful man.
“So now that dinner is out of the way...” Kip breathed against his ear.
“There’s also dessert,” Scott said weakly. “I went to a bakery—”
Kip cut him off with a kiss that made Scott forget all about the macarons sitting in a box on his counter.
He was hard already. He’d been at least partway there since Kip had walked into his apartment, if he was being honest. It was ridiculous. He had previously goneyears, and more recentlymonths, without sex and now he couldn’t go a few days without feeling desperate for it.
Kip wasn’t going to make him wait anymore. He unbuttoned Scott’s shirt, destroying the nice outfit Scott had so carefully put together. But Scott didn’t care. He couldn’t wait to be rid of these clothes. To feel Kip everywhere.
When the last of the buttons were freed, Kip hauled down the collar of Scott’s undershirt and scraped his teeth along his clavicle. Scott shuddered and pressed his erection against Kip’s stomach. If Kip didn’t touch him there soon, he was going to start whimpering.
Kip laughed softly against his neck. “That for me?”
He slid a hand up Scott’s thigh. When his hand finally made contact with Scott’s cock through the fabric of his pants, Scott choked out a broken “Y-yes. God.”
He was disappointed at his lack of discipline. He’d wanted to lead up to this. Draw it out. Savor it.
But Kip was already unfastening Scott’s belt and unzipping his pants and slipping a hand inside and...
“I—have plans,” Scott stammered.
Kip smirked at him and knocked a throw pillow onto the floor at Scott’s feet. “Me too.”
He dropped to his knees.
“Been thinking about this all fucking week,” he said, nuzzling Scott’s cock through his underwear—hisniceunderwear—and breathing hot on it. He slid Scott’s pants down by running his hands firmly down Scott’s thighs. Scott wished he had something to lean against, but he was standing between the couch and his coffee table with no walls in reach. It was going to take all of his strength to keep his knees from buckling.
Scott stroked Kip’s hair and sighed happily as Kip slid a hand back up and cupped his balls, gently squeezing. Scott shuddered and sucked in a breath.
He had wanted to pamper Kip. To take it slow so they could explore each other. But maybe taking the edge off wasn’t the worst idea...
Kip pulled Scott’s cock out, and kissed the head. “Fucking beautiful,” he murmured. “Look at you.”
“Been that way since you got here, pretty much.”
“Lemme help.”
Kip’s mouth was so warm and so slick, and Scott was so turned on that he was going to come embarrassingly fast. A few minutes of Kip’s mouth on him, and Kip’s hands on his thighs and ass, and Scott was trembling.
