Page 73 of Hidden Plays
“See you in there, man.” Casey waved and strolled to the front door with Eli.
“Hey.” Holden strode to me, hooked an arm around my waist and planted a long kiss on my lips. “I hope the guys won’t be too down tonight. You all played well despite the loss.” He held the beer up. “I thought a few beers were in order.”
“Hell, yeah.” With a shrug, I said, “The guys didn’t say a word in the car, but I’m sure they’ll appreciate the beer.”
“You two coming or what?” Eli stood in the open doorway, his enormous frame filling the space.
“We’re coming.” Grabbing Holden’s hand, I led him into the house. “Holden brought us some beer.” Because my boyfriend was good like that. I stepped inside.
“Oh, fucking fantastic.” Casey took the beer from Holden and brought it into the kitchen. “Boy’s, we’re drowning our sorrows tonight.” He opened the box and set four beer cans on the island counter and then put the rest in the refrigerator. “This isn’t victory, but it’s still a fucking beer.” Casey opened his can and gulped some down.
Glancing at Casey, I guided Holden to my room. “You can put your bag down anywhere.”
Tapping his lips, he surveyed my bedroom. “How about in the closet?” He slid the mirrored doors open and threw it on the floor. “Your bedroom is so nice. I don’t want to mess it up.”
“Jesus.” With a chuckle, I rubbed my eyes. If he liked my room so much, imagine his reaction to my parents’ house?
“Come on, let’s join Casey and Eli for a drink and then enjoy each other.” I couldn’t wait to feel him inside me again, or to see if he’d be open to some prostate play himself.
We walked into the main room to find Casey, and Eli sprawled on opposite ends of the sectional. Casey pointed toward the kitchen. “Your beers are over there.”
“Thanks.” Holden grabbed the beers for us and met me on the couch.
We dropped into the center of the sectional beside each other.
“How’s your IT band doing?” Casey drank some beer.
“It’s…” Fuck, I hadn’t even noticed it tonight. “I think it’s healed. There’s been no pain the last few days.” I patted Holden’s knee. “Babe, you’re a genius.”
With a cheeky grin, he said, “I told you I knew what I was doing.” He sipped some beer.
“You’ll make a great NFL trainer someday.” I kissed his cheek. It was what he wanted to do, wasn’t it? I’d never actually asked.
“I hope so. It’d be great to get a job like that. I’ve heard it’s hard though and can depend on who you know.” Holden picked at the pull tab on his beer.
“You’ll know at least one guy in the NFL by the time you graduate.” Casey ticked his brows and drank more beer.
“That’s true.” Holden nodded.
Shit, we had to talk about our futures at some point. I looked him over. He could find a job in any city I was in, but could I leave him for a year to finish his schooling here? Would the situation with his brother be a problem? It would suck, but he’d be worth it.
After another beerand watching a comedy show with Casey and Eli, I retired to my room with Holden, flicking on my nightstand lamps and locking my door behind me. “So, what are you in the mood for tonight?” I stalked toward him.
His cheeks flamed pink, and he dipped his head. “I was wondering what it would be like to use a plug.” As he dropped his team sweats, his cock tented his briefs.
“You were, huh?” Damn, I was in luck. “I can arrange that.” With my gaze affixed to his nipples, I brushed over them and came in, skimming my tongue over one and then the other, while palming his thickening cock.
He groaned and tipped his head back, sinking his teeth into his lower lip. “Ever since you showed me that, I’ve been thinking about it.”
“You have?” I teased and pinched his nipple, and his dick pulsed against my palm. My cock ached, and my balls tingled. “As your official boyfriend who loves you, I guess it’s my duty to be sure you understand everything the prostate offers.”
“Yeah? It’s that good, huh?” He gazed at me with darkened eyes and swept his tongue across his lips. “Show me.”
“Lose the underwear and get on my bed, ass up.” I shrugged off my clothes in record time. We were both in for a treat tonight.
“Ass up?” He bit his thumbnail, examining my bed.
“Oh, fuck. Towel.” I raced into my bathroom, snatched a towel from the holder and stopped at my bed.
