ROBBIE STOOD in his usual haunt at the sidelines of everyone else, so it was quite a surprise when Hudson approached him. The jock looked around to make sure no one was paying attention before coming closer. Sad that they couldn’t even pretend to be friends anymore. Robbie remembered the days when he and Hudson had been inseparable. Those days were long past.
“So what can I do for you, big guy?”
“I need some help.”
“Oh really?”
Hudson cleared his throat. “So, Coach wants me to bulk up a little more and is riding me to get better results. I’m wondering if you have anything that could help me out.”
Fuck. Steroids. Robbie didn’t deal those, and certainly didn’t want to give them to Hudson. “I’ll see what I can do.”
“Thanks, man.”
Some of the other football players came over, and Hudson hurried away like his ass was on fire.
Robbie stared after him. He wasn’t one to lecture, but even he knew the dangers of steroids. He’d come up with something. It was what he did, after all. And he’d make sure Hudson paid out the ass for the trouble.
WHITNEY COULDN’T think of much to say on the walk back to the hotel. He answered Levi’s questions on what he wanted to eat, quipped back in the easy way they normally bantered, but he couldn’t get his mind off their kiss. They’d shared an easy flirtation for months. Whitney enjoyed it, liked knowing he’d get to laugh every day that he saw Levi. But getting involved with someone he worked with—it broke every rule in the book and rarely, if ever, ended well.
Levi carried the take-out bag of sandwiches they’d picked up from a local restaurant. He had his other arm around Whitney’s shoulders. The extra weight felt natural, as if they’d always walked around all cuddled together like a couple.
“You done being quiet yet?” Levi asked.
Whitney darted a glance up at him. “Maybe.”
“Did I mess things up?”
“No.”
“Look, Whit, if you aren’t interested in me like that, we can just pretend it never happened.”
“Shut up.”
He wrapped his arm around Levi’s waist and squeezed. God, he wanted to take a chance, more than he’d ever wanted to. It was a risk, but one he was willing to take. “Who do you think gives the better blow job, the Flash or Batman?”
“What?”
“You heard me.”
“I did hear you. Is that what you’ve been thinking about this entire time?”
“Well, I do think about blow jobs a lot.”
“Same here. And Batman gives a better blow job, without a doubt.”
Whitney scoffed. “You’re so full of crap. Batman? Seriously? He’d brood and moan and make Alfred do it.”
Levi burst out laughing. “I bet the Flash would give Batman the blow job of his life.”
“I bet I’d give you the blow job of your life.”
Levi stumbled and nearly dropped their bag of food. Whitney swiped it from his hand and shook his head. “You know I’m hungry. Don’t mess with my food.”
They walked around to the pool and found Lorelei and Eugenia eating at one of the patio tables. “Hey, Whit. Levi. You guys wanna eat with us?”
“Sure,” Levi answered.
Whitney set their food out while Levi dragged over a couple chairs from another table. Lorelei and Eugenia both looked at him and waggled their eyebrows. Damn it. They could tell. He’d never hear the end of it.
“So,” Eugenia said as Levi sat down, “you finally kissed him, huh?”
Levi sputtered. “Wh-what?”
“Oh, don’t pretend like we can’t tell. He’s got stubble burn.”
Whitney raised a hand to his face. Yep, he sure did.
Levi gave a quick glance at him, so Whitney shrugged. Not like he could lie to them. They were his closest friends.
“Yeah, I kissed him. And I liked it.”
Lorelei giggled and clapped her hands. “Finally. Jesus. The unrequited love thing was getting old. I didn’t think you two were ever going to get it on.”
“Oh hell.” Whitney’s face heated, and he glared at the ladies. “I hate you both.”
“No, you don’t,” Eugenia cackled.
“Someone’s gonna get laid.” Lorelei laughed as they high-fived each other.
“And it’s not going to be you.” Levi waggled his eyebrows and wrapped his arm around Whit’s shoulder.
“I’ve got a husband for that.” Eugenia smirked.
Whitney shook his head and took a giant bite of his sandwich. They took the hint and changed the subject to show gossip. By the time Levi led Whitney up to his room, Whitney’s stomach was in knots. He wanted Levi—God, he wanted him so damn much—but part of him was terrified. Getting involved with someone he worked with wasn’t the best idea. Getting involved with a friend wasn’t the best idea either. Levi was both, and so much more.
Levi closed the door to his room and pulled Whitney into his arms. Whit dropped his forehead onto Levi’s shoulder and sighed.
“We don’t have to do anything, Whit. I swear. It’s fine.”
“Aren’t you scared? What if it doesn’t work? What if we ruin what we have?”
Levi cupped his hand around the back of Whitney’s head and rubbed his neck. “I’m not scared of that at all. Hell, Whit, I feel like I know you better than anyone I’ve ever met. We fit, you know? I was scared for a while. I can’t deny that. But once I kissed you? Man, nothing has ever felt so right before in my life.”
Whitney raised his head and looked into Levi’s eyes. He could imagine staring into them forever. Fuck, he’d turned sappy. He lifted his hand to Levi’s cheek and guided him closer. This time, the kiss was slower, sweeter, but no less powerful than their first.
By the time they broke apart, Whitney’s nerves had settled. He couldn’t hide his smile.
Levi circled Whitney’s waist with his hands and touched their foreheads together. “God,” he murmured softly.
“Yeah.” He bit his lip and pressed another quick kiss to Levi’s mouth. “How about a shower?”
“Together?” Levi wiggled his eyebrows.
“No idiot. Apart.” Whitney rolled his eyes as he pushed Levi back. He pulled off his shirt and started walking to the bathroom. “What are you waiting for?”
“Nothing,” Levi answered as he jerked his own shirt off.
Whitney kicked off his shoes and dropped his shorts. By the time he made it to the bathroom, he was down to his underwear. He turned on the water and glared at the bar of soap in Levi’s shower. “Seriously? You have zero products in here.”
“What?” Levi scrambled into the bathroom, completely nude.
Whitney’s spit dried in his mouth, and he forgot what he was going to say.
Levi grinned wickedly and stepped closer. “See something you like?”
Whit swallowed and licked his lips. “Yep.”
Levi climbed into the shower and held the curtain open. “What are you waiting for?” he quipped.
“Don’t use my own words against me, ass.”
“Mmm. Ass. Yours. Want it.”
Whitney pushed down his boxer briefs and climbed into the shower. “You can’t have it until you get some decent products in here. Damn, Levi. Do you know what bar soap does to your skin?”
“Uh, cleans it?”
“How have you survived without me for so long?”
Levi smiled and pulled Whitney against him. Their skin slipped together, and Whitney grabbed Levi’s arms to keep his balance. “I have no idea.”
The water poured over them as they stood together for a long moment.
Then Levi grabbed a washcloth from the hook and lathered it up with soap. He ran the cloth slowly over Whitney’s shoulder, down his arm, then back up. “You’re perfect.”
“Not perfect,” Whitney whispered.
“Don’t argue with me,” Levi said as he continued to wash Whitney’s body.
“If you don’t hurry up, I’m going to….”
“Yes?”
“I don’t know.”
Levi grinned and made his way down Whitney’s chest to his stomach. The cloth tickled, and Whitney jerked back with a laugh. “Give me that,” he demanded.
“No.”
“Yes. You can worship me later.” Whitney tugged the rag from his hands and quickly soaped up his body.
“I plan on worshipping you for a long time.”
“Sweet talker.”
Levi slid his hands down Whitney’s sides to his hips. He tugged him closer, and their dicks brushed together. “Can’t stop thinking of all the things I want to do to you.”
Whitney gasped and clutched Levi’s shoulders. “Levi, please,” Whitney whimpered.
Levi spun them around so Whitney was directly under the shower’s spray. He plucked the soapy cloth from Whitney’s hand as Whitney rinsed the suds off his body. Whitney trembled as he watched Levi clean his body, eager to get his hands on Levi again.
“Hurry up, Whit.”
Whitney shook himself out of his daze and quickly rinsed himself clean. Then he switched places with Levi. He couldn’t help but stare at each flex of muscle as Levi showered, knowing that he’d finally be able to touch and explore all the areas he’d fantasized about.
Levi switched off the water and tugged him close again. “I like you like this,” he whispered against Whitney’s ear. “All dazed and wanting.”
He guided Whitney from the shower and wrapped a towel around him. Whitney briskly dried himself, his entire body infused with arousal. He wanted so badly.
When they were both dry, Levi guided them back into the bedroom. He gave Whitney a gentle push toward the bed and lowered himself beside him. Whitney sighed and arched up into his touch. Their skin was still damp from the shower, creating delicious friction wherever they touched.
Levi pressed a damp trail of kisses up Whitney’s neck to his ear. “What do you want?” he whispered.
Whitney shivered. “I want to taste you, so fucking bad.”
“That can be arranged.” Levi reached down and grasped Whitney’s dick in his hand. He gave it a teasing stroke, grinning wickedly.
“Quit teasing me.” Whitney made a grab for Levi’s head and pulled him into a searing kiss. They broke away minutes later, gasping for breath.
Levi spun around until his head was at Whitney’s dick. It put his own within easy reach, and Whitney eyed it hungrily. “This okay?”
“God yes.”
Whitney didn’t need another invitation. He licked a swipe across the tip before swallowing what he could of it. The taste of Levi burst across his tongue, and he moaned. Levi gasped in pleasure before enveloping Whitney’s dick in his mouth.
With another whimper, Whitney went to town. Sensations flooded through him, from the taste and feel of Levi’s cock to the incredible pleasure Levi was giving him. They sucked and slurped, each in a frenzy, and it didn’t take long for Whitney’s balls to draw up. He mumbled around Levi’s cock, pulled free long enough to gasp Levi’s name in warning, and then he was coming. Levi continued to suck until Whitney was spent.
He lay there gasping for a moment, before realizing he still had Levi’s cock in his hand. He returned to his task, his entire body tingling with sensations.
“Whit,” Levi gasped. “I’m… I’m… oh fuck.”
Levi trembled as he came, and Whitney stroked him through his orgasm before collapsing onto his back.
“Holy shit.”
Levi spun around and crawled on top of him.
“That was amazing,” he mumbled against Whitney’s lips.
They kissed for a long, languid moment, tasting each other on their tongues.
Whitney finally broke away. He blinked up at Levi for a moment and then grinned. “That wasn’t my best effort.”
Levi groaned and dropped his head onto Whitney’s neck. “Any better and I’ll be dead.”
“Yes, but you said you wanted—”
“And I do want you, all of you, but that was spontaneous, and we both did it like we’ve been doing it always, and there was no weirdness.”
Whitney kissed along his jawline, delicately, worshipping him, listening to every word.
“I mean,” Levi rasped, “it was natural. I didn’t feel like I had to be someone else for you.”
“You don’t.”
“It felt like you wanted me and not the movie star.”
“Only you,” Whitney said, slipping his hand around the back of Levi’s neck and easing him forward into a kiss.
The sound Levi made in the back of his throat, a keening need, had Whitney aching to see what other sounds he could draw out as he kissed the man breathless.
“Jesus,” Levi said huskily when he had to break the connection for air. “You’re gonna spoil me, kissing me like that.”
“I’d love to be the one spoiling you.”
The soft whimper from Levi made Whitney smile. “Now come on, you need your beauty sleep, and I’m a snuggler. I hope you weren’t thinking you were getting away with not holding me all night.”
“I was—” Levi swallowed hard. “—hoping.”
“Good,” Whitney said, chuckling, rolling over onto his side. “So grab me already.”
“Yessir,” Levi growled into Whitney’s ear, causing him to break out in goose bumps over every square inch of his body.
Just Levi’s voice made Whitney wild. He scooched back until he was spooned into the curve of Levi’s body, nestling in tight. Levi wrapped his arms around him and shoved his face into the back of Whitney’s neck, inhaling deeply.
“That is not making the goose bumps go away,” Whitney sighed.
Levi bent and nuzzled Whitney’s shoulder. “I love you wanting me all over you.”
“Yes, God, be all over me.”
LEVI HUGGED Whitney tighter, but instead of becoming aroused, feeling Whitney drink in the closeness made Levi feel like a god. A protective, loving god caring for the man who belonged to him. It was a brand-new experience, and he was both terrified and content at the exact same time.
“Stop thinking and go to sleep,” Whitney ordered, turning his head to kiss his cheek before letting out a deep sigh.
Whitney’s ease calmed Levi like nothing ever had, and with the man in his arms, curled into him, sleep came quickly as he listened to Whitney’s soft breathing.