Page 93 of Make the Play
“I have a gag reflex and no idea what I’m doing,” Emerson warns, not wanting him to get his hopes up. “But I won’t throw up on your dick, I promise.”
Jason laughs, and Emerson’s chest warms because he knows Jason’s laughter isn’t directed at him. Jason laughs when he’s happy, which is often, but knowing he’s happy right now, half-dressed with Emerson still feels good.
“I’m pretty sure whatever you do to my dick, I’ll thank you. Unless you bite it, that might hurt.”
“I don’t want to bite your cock,” Emerson frowns. “Do people do that?”
“I had an ex-girlfriend that—you know what, we don’t need to talk about that,” Jason says with a shake of his head. “Just do what feels good.”
He’s glad Jason cut that off. Emerson isn’t sure if it's jealousy that one comment sparked or something else. All he knows is he doesn’t want to think about the people who have touched Jason before, or he’s going to compare himself to them. He wants to focus on them right now, just him and Jason, in Jason’s bed. Together.
“I want to make you feel good,” Emerson blurts, surprised at how easy the words come.
“My sweet Emmy.”
“Say it again,” Emerson begs.
“Emmy.”
“Not that,” Emerson whispers. “The other part.”
“You mean the part where I called you mine?” Jason hand skims over his thighs, rubbing circles just beside his knee. “You want to be mine, Emmy?”
Emerson is quite certain he’s never wanted anything more in his entire life than to belong to Jason. Which is saying a lot because Emerson has spent a lot of time over the years wishing for things he couldn’t have.
“I’m probably going too fast.” Emerson focuses on the callous on Jason’s thumb and how it feels against his skin. “This is breaking the rules a bit, isn’t it? We haven’t even had our first date yet, and now we’re going to have sex, and I’m asking for too much and?—”
“Breathe, Emmy.” Jason’s voice is deep and even when he speaks, his thumb continues its ministrations. “For what it’s worth, there are no rules in dating. Maybe more like a playbook.”
“Isn’t that the same thing?”
“Nope.” Jason pops thepwhile bringing his other hand up to grip Emerson’s hip. “A well-crafted playbook is crucial in football. It’s full of offensive and defensive plays, along with formations and strategies.”
“I don’t think I understand what that has to do with sex.”
“Nothing I guess, but everything too.” Jason squeezes his hip. “The playbook offers structure and strategy to win games, but sometimes—sometimes you have to say fuck the playbook and just make the play.”
“You’re comparing me to football again, aren’t you,” Emerson says, unsure when that became endearing.
“What can I say, I’m a simple man. I know what I like.” Jason’s thumb hooks under Emerson’s shirt and then below his waistband, a touch as teasing as it is grounding. “What I like is you, Emmy. Consider this me making my play.”
Jason clears his throat, his handsome face becoming even more handsome with the breadth of the smile that spreads across it.
“Emerson Miller, I am a very not straight man—probably bisexual if you want to be specific, which I know you do—and I want you. I want you in whatever way I can have you. So if you ask if you can be mine, I’m going to tell you yes, because I’m over here wanting the same damn thing. Ask me, Emmy, please.”
Heart in his throat, Emerson utters the five scariest words of his life. “Jason, can I be yours?”
“Yes, a million times, yes.” Jason surges up, kissing Emerson with all the gusto and finesse that Emerson lacks. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”
“Think that’s you,” Emerson utters, kiss drunk and stupidly happy.
Impossibly, Jason’s smile widens, his dimple on full display.
“I think I should have tried this gay thing sooner. Wait until I tell Theo. Ten out of ten.”
“You’re ridiculous,” Emerson laughs.
“Did I make you laugh? I made you laugh!” Jason actually pumps his fist in the air, looking more like one of the teenagers on his team than a thirty year old man. Maybe that’s what Emerson likes about him so much. He’s never afraid to be excited or share his joy. He doesn’t care about being superficial, only being real. “Hell yeah. My first gay kiss, my first boyfriend, and now I made you laugh. This is the best day of my life.”
