Page 86 of Game Changer
He held up the blue socks Kip had given him on Valentine’s Day and placed them in the suitcase. Kip grinned.
“So,” Scott said, “I’m back on a Monday. And I’ll be in town for a week after that. How should we celebrate my return?”
“Well...” Kip said, “I kind of have plans that night.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, I mean, it’s no big deal, but...that Monday is my birthday. I’m just going out with some friends for a drink or whatever. But after that we could—”
Scott froze. “It’s yourbirthday?”
“Yeah, but it’s fine. Twenty-six isn’t exactly a milestone. And, besides, why would you know when my birthday is?”
“Because I should haveasked!”
“Well...you can remember it next year.” Kip realized as he said it what his words implied. He glanced shyly at Scott, but Scott only reacted with a heartbreakingly happy smile.
“I will,” he said.
Kip flushed a little. He fiddled with the strings on the hoodie, trying to distract himself from all these damnfeelings.
He was in love. There was no question. He was head over heels in love with Scott Hunter. It was absurd, but it was real.
“So,” he said unsteadily, “where will this trip take you?”
Scott sighed. “Too many places. Columbus first. Then Detroit, Toronto, Winnipeg, Ottawa, and Montreal. Short flights, at least.”
“Yeah? That’s good,” Kip said. Then, for no particular reason, he added, “I’ve never been on a plane.”
“Seriously?”
“I’m serious. Never had anywhere to go, really.”
“Oh, Kip! And you studied history—there’s so much you should see!”
Kip shrugged. “Figure I’ll get around to it someday.”
“I’d love to take you somewhere,” Scott said.
“What, like, Winnipeg? Or Detroit?”
“All right, fuck off.”
“Yes, sir.”
Then Scott was on him. He’d knocked Kip backward onto the mattress and was covering him, all in one swift move. “Are you mocking me, Grady?”
“Of course not.” Kip smirked.“Hunter.”
Scott growled and kissed him, fierce and challenging. “I’m going to miss you. So. Fucking. Much.” He moved his mouth down Kip’s neck, teeth scraping.
“Give me something,” Kip stammered out. “Gimme something to remember you by.”
Scott sucked in a breath and pressed his hardening cock into Kip’s hip. Then he sealed his mouth to the tender flesh just above Kip’s clavicle and sucked hard. Kip squirmed happily under Scott’s weight as he held him down and marked him.
Scott pulled away slowly, admiring his work. “That should last,” he said. “Maybe even until I get back.”
“I hope so,” Kip said weakly.
