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Because in all the months he’d known the guy, in all of their days and nights spent on the road together, spent in cramped hotel rooms and near nakedness in locker rooms, never once had Cruz openly flirted with him. Oh, he looked. Trevor wasn’t oblivious to the way Cruz looked at him. Like he was a buffet and Cruz was on a liquid-only diet. But never, not once had he done more than look.
He’d never made a move. Never once touched Trevor in a way that could have inferred he was crossing the line. Never once had he said a word about wanting Trevor in that way, let alone wanting to kiss his gorgeous face.
Until tonight and somehow, instead of scaring him, the idea of Cruz wanting him that much, so much so he’d finally made the first move, made him smile.
Cruz was drunk. Drunk enough Trevor wouldn’t take advantage. But he couldn’t help but press his friend just to see what else he might say.
“I’m sorry… What did you just call my face? Stupidly gorgeous?”
Cruz snorted and pushed his dark hair off his forehead, “Of course that’s all you heard. I say I want to kiss you, and all you hear is that you’re ridiculously hot. Arrogant asshole.”
Trevor stifled a chuckle as Cruz pouted adorably. Fuck, he was beautiful. Trevor had always thought so. From the moment the young phenom had been introduced to him in the Titans locker room, he hadn’t been able to look away. Everything about him made Trevor’s nerve endings spark.
The mess of tousled dark curls that was always just a little too long. The way he constantly pushed it back off his forehead and out of his eyes. The dark stubble that permanently coated his sharp jawline and framed soft lips that turned upward at the corners, as if he always had a secret he was dying to share.
Tall and lithe, strong and athletic, Trevor had seen Cruz all but naked in locker rooms and hotel rooms. But right now he hated every stitch of clothing that covered that beautiful body. Right now, he wanted to see all of that honey-brown skin completely naked for once. He wanted to trace it with his hands, learn it with his lips.
Never had he wanted to kiss Cruz more than he did in that moment. Those full, pouting lips were like a siren’s call all but luring Trevor closer to the rocks that would flay him if he wasn’t careful. And damn if he didn’t find the pouty behavior irresistible.
Sassy little fucker. Cruz had been jealous in the bar. He was being bitchy and dramatic because he was drunk but also because he was jealous. And God, that made Trevor dangerously happy.
“Oh, I heard you.” Trevor chuckled. “You want to kiss my stupidly gorgeous face.”
Cruz’s dark eyes rose slowly, meeting his. “You think it’s funny?”
“I think only you could possibly insult me and compliment me at the same time.”
“It’s not funny.” Cruz huffed.
“It’s not?”
“No. It’s not.” Cruz pushed up from the wall faster than Trevor had been expecting, all agile athleticism even in his drunken state. He crossed the distance between them in two steps, cornering Trevor and boxing him in as he leaned close. “The things I want to do to you, they’re not funny.”
Trevor raised a hand, preparing to push Cruz back a step, to give himself space before he did something stupid like smash their lips together. But Cruz was younger, faster, and he knew what he wanted. He caught Trevor by the wrist and pinned his arm to the wall of the elevator. When he tried to raise his other hand, it got the same treatment, and his cock twitched for reasons he couldn’t explain.
Cruz had him pinned. He hadn’t expected the bold move. He was usually the dominant one, but he’d forgotten how aggressive Cruz could be on the field. Apparently that passion translated off the field as well, and he couldn’t help it; his hips shifted, pressing them together, and that, finally, seemed to knock Cruz out of the moment.
He gasped and his eyes went wide. In the moment of hesitation, Trevor spun. He reversed their position, pinning Cruz to the wall of the elevator in one smooth move. Dark-brown eyes met his, still glassy but with a dawning sense of understanding.
Trevor was hard. Cruz had felt it. There was no more denying what Cruz did to him. He wanted Cruz just as much as Cruz wanted him. He’d just turned the tables, and damn if it didn’t feel good taking control not just of the situation but of his own life.
“Does it feel like I’m laughing?” he muttered, their mouths so close he could smell the tequila Cruz had been drinking.
Cruz shook his head.
“You think you’re the only one who wants to do things, Cruz?” He lowered his hips again, unable to resist the friction or the feel of that hard, sculpted body against his own.
Heat curled low in his belly. Lightning zipped down his spine. His balls felt heavy, and his jeans were growing more uncomfortable by the second. He was playing a dangerous game, and it only upped his adrenaline. This was…fun. Dammit. Playing with Cruz was fun, and he knew, he just knew if he gave in to the moment and gave them both what they wanted that it would be more than fun. It would be fucking explosive.
“I…I…” Cruz made a noise in the back of his throat, a sweet little whine that nearly unraveled the last threads of Trevor’s control.
“Well, would you look at that…Rodrigo Cruz at a loss for words?” He smirked playfully, his bad mood completely forgotten.
“Shut up and kiss me,” Cruz demanded, pushing against the restraint Trevor had put on him, trying to get closer, trying to press their lips together, but Trevor dodged him easily and shook his head.
“Not like this.”
“Please…” Cruz whined, making him chuckle again.
