Page 52 of Fate in Motion
Mel looks at me, then at Carter. “No,” she says softly. “I haven’t seen anything.”
Carter nods. “I’m just trying to get out of my head. I need to focus. I’ve got to play well. Hopefully get those touchdowns everyone’s expecting.”
I take a sip of my drink and lean into him slightly. “You will.”
And somehow, even in this crowded, glamorous room, it feels like we’ve found our little corner again; just us three.
After another hour and one more drink, the three of us finally decide to call it a night. It’s been almost two hours since the afterparty started, and now it’s creeping past 11 p.m., which is late for us. It also means we’re definitely crashing the second we get home.
In the Uber, which Carter and I just jumped into, I lean against Carter and mumble, “I’m gonna pass the fuck out when we get back home.”
Carter glances at me with a smirk. “Oh, so now it’s your home?”
I nudge him. “Shut up,yourhome.”
We both chuckle. I pull out my phone and my AirPods, handing one to him. “One episode of Schitt’s Creek. You’re already hooked, I know it, and we’re mid–season three. Can’t quit now.”
Carter nods, settling into the seat. “Fair enough. This Uber’s long enough for one episode anyway. And yeah, the show’s grown on me. The main family is way more tolerable now. I'm kind of obsessed with Alexis. Not going to lie.”
I grin. “Right? She’s literally the best. But also, how hot is Ted?”
Carter laughs. “Okay, yeah, he’s ridiculously hot. I wasn’t gonna say it, but since you did, it’s fair game.”
We get home not long after the episode ends, both of us yawning as we kick off our shoes. We crawl into bed with zero hesitation, wearing only our briefs. After a few sleepy minutes of quiet cuddling, I whisper, “Roll over.”
Carter obeys with a small smile, and I wrap myself around him in full big spoon mode. My hands naturally slip his briefs off and wander to his balls, he likes it when I touch him like this, and I can feel his dick respond immediately. I tease him a little, gently and slowly.
“Let’s make this quick,” I whisper. “I’m exhausted.”
“I’ll try,” he says through a low groan. “But keep doing what you’re doing…”
I jerk him off for only two minutes and every time I go over the head of his penis, he lets out such a loud moan. Finally, he lets out one final moan and releases all over my hand. He looks at me. He turns to me, his face flushed with satisfaction. “Now your turn.”
I laugh softly and lie back, letting him take over. He undresses me slowly, with care and a little grin that says he’s enjoying this more than he probably should for someone just as tired as I.
Carter starts stroking my penis slowly for a few seconds, before putting it in his mouth. He takes his right hand and grabs my shaft, and every thrust I do into his mouth, I can feel the pressure of his hand around my dick. It must be a new record, but I cum in his mouth so quickly.
Carter looks up, licking his lips like a smug idiot. “Thank you. That was yummy.”
I squint at him. “That’s gross. Go brush your teeth.”
He stretches, already half-asleep. “Nah, I’m tired,” he mumbles, flopping back onto the bed like a starfish.
I groan. “Disgusting.”
Still, I get up, brush my teeth like a normal person, and wash up. When I come back, Carter’s snoring, fully nude and completely out, his bare ass half covered by the blanket. I stare at him with pure satisfaction.
“This is who I love,” I mutter. “Bare ass and all.”
And somehow, that thought makes me smile.
Carter
The past two games were absolutely horrific. I fumbled the football and rushed for less than fifty yards in both games. To top it off, I dropped all four passes thrown my way in both games. We lost both weeks six and seven. I know it’s not all my fault, but I sure as hell haven’t helped.
Nate’s been amazing through all of it. He always knows how to cheer me up when I get home. I love having him live with me. His cheerful attitude toward everything is infectious. He’s been making decent money at recent singing events, mostly thanks to that incredible Boom Lounge performance. We’ve also been spending a lot of time with Mel, brainstorming about the cafe.
Eventually, we’ll have to pick a place. I’m really hoping we go with the 1,800-square-foot rental around the corner from me, but I don’t want to pressure Nate. He might prefer something smaller.
