Page 100 of Scoring Zone
“What?” King snaps when they pause.
O’Keefe’s demeanor is nonthreatening, almost apologetic, looking at King anxiously.
I turn my back to give them some privacy, but I can hear O’Keefe whisper.
“Listen, I saw you on Pride Night, and—” he cuts off with a strangled sound.
“Is that your problem?” King sneers, and I whirl around to see him pin O’Keefe to the wall with his forearm to his throat. “You didn’t play us because you’re afraid you’ll catch gay. You really are a piece of shit.” King shoves him and stalks away.
O’Keefe rubs his throat and slumps dejectedly against the wall as he watches King’s back. When King disappears out of sight, he faces me. “That’s not it. I’m not homophobic,” he says with a tortured expression.
The elevator dings, and the door opens to reveal Austin, Kenney, and Mr. Dimon.
“What’s going on?” Mr. Dimon’s eyes sweep between the two of us.
“Nothing. Just asking if he needs help finding something.” O’Keefe turns and walks away.
They look at me, and I notice the security cameras. O’Keefe could be setting King up.
“Can we talk and walk?” I ask, sweeping my hand toward the locker room to explain everything, although both O’Keefe and King would want it to stay private. Mr. Dimon alerts Finn of the altercation and goes to speak to King.
Austin leans against a locker frame and closes his eyes.
“You okay?” I ask, moving to his side.
“Other than sitting idly by and watching our Cup dreams die, I’m fine.”
I wake to Austin’s incredulous voice. “Holy shit.”
“What’s wrong?” I roll to face him and see his eyes wide.
“Check me out.” He opens his eyes as wide as possible. “The light doesn’t bother me. It’s like the fog has lifted. I know it should come gradually, but I’m a new man.”
My first instinct is to grill him with cognitive questions, but that’s not my job. My job is to be his supportive boyfriend. “Best news of the day.” I kiss his jaw.
“Let’s make the news even better for today. I’m dying to be inside you. I need to fuck my boyfriend.” Austin stretches his neck to give me access to his Adam’s apple.
“Yes, but we need to take it slow.” I pin him with my leg and grind on him.
“Not slow.” Austin gathers my hands and pins them over my head.
“Such a bad patient,” I murmur in his ear, and watch him shudder. “We’re fucking but no pounding my ass like the sex-deprived maniac you are. We can be gentle and have incredible orgasms. Trust me?”
“With my life.” He bites my bottom lip.
Austin pulls me back when I reach for the side table. “Lube.” I wriggle out of his hold, and he lets me go. The cap snapping open echoes in our quiet room. “You can have the pleasure of opening me up, or I can do it. I’ll be faster.” I hold the bottle out of his reach.
“You are not depriving me of any part of your ass.” He snatches the lube from me and positions me flat on the bed. “It’s been torture. You back this ass up against me while we sleep but declare it off-limits.” Austin settles between my legs and kisses the tip of my leaking cock.
His slick fingers rim me, and I angle my hips, spreading my legs wider.
“I’m not the only sex-deprived maniac in the room.” Tinny sucks my inner thigh and leaves a mark.
“Hurry,” I groan, fucking myself on his thick fingers. “We’ll do it on our sides.”
He pushes a third finger inside me and sucks my cock down.
“Tinny,” I cry, already close to the edge.
