Page 51 of Drop the Gloves
He almost said sorry again, but he stopped himself.“Okay.”
The smile Barczyk rewarded him with was so bright Evan had to close his eyes.He leaned down and stole another kiss, running his tongue along the gap where Barczyk’s tooth should be.It was strange; all the things about Barczyk that had annoyed him before were what drew him in now.He was drunk on it, the high of getting to take something from someone who was so confident and never gave an inch to anyone.
He backed Barczyk against the door, trapping him with his body as his tongue continued to claim.Their hips pressed together, hard cocks so close but kept apart by nothing more than a few layers of fabric.
“You know,” Barczyk said between kisses, “the bed would be more comfortable.”
“Mmm,” Evan hummed in agreement.He didn’t want to move, didn’t want to put space between them, because that might let his doubts creep back in.He wanted this too much, and letting a rational thought take hold might ruin the whole thing.He was already haunted by what he wanted from Barczyk; he didn’t want to be haunted by what if’s too.
“C’mon, big guy.”He pushed Evan back, and he whined at the loss of contact.It wasn’t far, and then Barczyk’s arms were wrapped around his neck.There was a moment of pressure as Barczyk pulled himself up and wrapped his legs around Evan’s waist.Evan brought his hands up to steady him and realized he was now cupping Barczyk’s ass.
“Fuck, you’re heavy,” Evan said to distract himself.He squeezed a hand experimentally; he liked the feel of taut muscle.
“Rude,” Barczyk said and started sucking on Evan’s neck.“I’m sturdy.”
“I think you mean dense.”
His head snapped back.“Me?I’m not the one choosing to have a conversation instead of getting off.Calling me dense.”Barczyk shook his head, and Evan had to admit, he had a point.
He carried Barczyk to the bed.The room was the same as Evan’s—like all hotel rooms, honestly; after all these years of travel, they’d long ago blurred together—and he used that familiarity to help steady his nerves.He got to the bed and hesitated, unsure whether he was supposed to put Barczyk down or how to do it.Never one to hesitate, Barczyk rocked backwards and dragged Evan down on top of him as they tumbled to the bed.
“Oof!Geez Louise, Abs.Giving me shit for being heavy like you don’t weigh a thousand pounds.”
“I do not?—“
“Sorry, you’re Canadian.Let me convert it for you.A thousand kilograms.”
“Pounds and kilograms don’t have a one-to-one conversion?—“
“Evan Abernathy.”
Evan shuddered, his stomach doing a weird somersault at hearing his actual name.
“My dick is really hard.Your dick is really hard.You’re on top of me in a huge bed with nowhere to be until tomorrow morning.Focus.You can teach me all about the metric system tomorrow, I promise, as long as you make me come first.”
Evan shuddered at the words.Yes, they’d gotten off together once already, but acknowledging it out loud with actual words was a lot different.Make me come firstdid things to him.It made it aboutthem, not just Evan, and Evan loved hearing it wasn’t a one-sided attraction.Obviously it wasn’t, but hearing it made it real.
“I can focus,” Evan promised and kicked off his shoes like that proved it.Then he settled between Barczyk’s legs.All his attention went to that point of contact as he ground down a few times.His eyes fluttered shut, and he enjoyed the sensation and the simple, heady pleasure it brought him.
Them, he remembered when Barczyk groaned and rolled his hips up.Evan opened his eyes and took in the man beneath him.The light-brown curls collecting around his ears, the lust-blown hazel eyes watching him lazily, the slight bruise under one of them from when he’d been punched by Walker, plush pink lips inviting him in...
He took the invitation, leaning down to kiss Barczyk again.There was a taste to him, some small remnants of whatever he’d had after the game, and Evan chased it.Wanted every little bit of Barczyk he could steal for himself, because maybe if he took enough, he wouldn’t need anymore.
“This is fun and all,” Barczyk said, breaking away and making Evan grunt in frustration.“But I wanna touch you this time.Could we...?”
Evan blinked as he pieced together what Barczyk meant.No more clothes in the way.That was...that’d be...too intense?No, that wasn’t the issue.It’d be too intimate.It was already hard to wrap his brain around what they’d been doing, this intense, gay desire he’d never felt before.But with their clothes still on, he could at least downplay it.
“C’mon.”Barczyk rolled them over so they lay side by side, facing each other.He reached a hand between them, his fingers brushing along Evan’s dick through his shorts.Evan’s toes curled in his socks because, fuck, that was good.“I’ll make it good for you, promise.”
A shaky laugh escaped.He didn’t doubt it, but he was pretty sure there’d be no coming back from Barczyk’s hand wrapped around his dick.He both dreaded and craved doing the same for Barczyk.Bit by bit, it seemed like Evan was wandering farther away from who he thought he was.
Or maybe closer to who I actually am,he thought.
Fucking absurd.
Yeah right.I’m not secretly a guy who wants to jerk off Riley Barczyk.
Except Barczyk was tracing the hem of his shorts and watching him patiently.When Evan stole a glimpse down and saw Barczyk’s erection straining against his sweatpants, he couldn’t deny that he maybe was a guy who wanted to jerk off Riley Barczyk.
