Page 9 of 2-Point Conversion (Season of Change #5)

“Oscar, seriously, why do you keep staring at me?” Brandon asks with a broad grin.

He’s so damn handsome and I think he might be mine, but I’m having a hard time comprehending how it’s possible.

“You don’t believe me?” His grin dims slightly, his voice a little less amused. Crap, I’m hurting his feelings.

“I do? I think. It’s just…” We’re lying on my couch; I’m nestled against his side under a cozy blanket and its domestic and amazing and a little scary.

It’s easy, familiar though we’ve done this before, and calming.

Spending time with Brandon has always been like this, we’ve just introduced a new dynamic to our relationship.

Some might say a natural progression…but until his cock exploded in my mouth, he was strictly heterosexual.

And now…now I don’t know what he is. But I want him to be mine, I want to believe the words he says, but my brain is finding it all so illogical.

“You think I peddle dick?”

“NO!” I bark out, then laugh at my own absurdity.

Brandon shifts, forcing me to sit up, then forcibly turns me so we are facing one another on his comfy couch.

I liked having this conversation better when I could hide in his chest. However, I’m an adult, and have been for quite some time.

“If I’m insane and require a straitjacket, please make sure it’s something other than white.

Black is sleek, always slimming. Maybe a purple or bold pink?

I like green—” Brandon laughs against my lips when he cuts me off with a kiss.

“If you’re insane, then so am I, and we can fly over the cuckoo’s nest together.”

“ I’m afraid you are going to change your mind. ” I admit on a whisper, my throat sore from practically dragging the words up from my soul. Could be indigestion.

“Baby.” He drags me into his body until I’m sitting in his lap. “This isn’t sudden.” He says into my neck. “Weeks. Maybe more, if I think back over the months, into last school year. I just didn’t know what it was. I’ve never experienced this before.”

“Because of the dick!” I throw my hands up in exasperation, my tone drenched in despair. His chuckle tickles my neck.

“I’ve never experienced this with anyone . Male or female. I’ve been attracted, enough at least to get off with mutual satisfaction…well, except for my first time. Came as soon as I entered her and tried to continue with a limp cock until she grimaced and told me not to bother.”

“My God!” I can’t help it; I start laughing and I can’t stop. I picture a young Brandon being overly excited at his first taste of snatch, and tears fall from my eyes.

“Yes, yes,” he says drily. “Quite hilarious for all involved.”

“Sorry!” I gasp, then press a clumsy kiss on his lips to soothe him, but I end up snorting in his mouth. He dumps me backward off his lap and shoves me to the other end with his socked feet.

“My point before I was ridiculed for reasonable and situational premature ejaculation…is that no one has ever captivated me like you do. I’m a nice guy, as everyone knows, but looking back, I went above and beyond with you when you started last school year.

You were polite, but reserved, and I backed off because I thought you didn’t want to be friends. ”

“I couldn’t be around you for longer than 2 minutes without popping wood.

” It’s his turn to laugh until he cries.

I shrug, not ashamed in the least of my reaction to him.

He’s potent and I don’t think I’m the only one to ever have that problem around him, just the first to confess it to him.

His shaggy hair and chiseled jaw…and don’t get me started on his body—

“I see.” I follow his line of sight and find him focused on my burgeoning erection. I cover my crotch with both hands and scowl at him. We are having this conversation right now because it’s important.

“I am so deliriously happy to finally be with you, and I think a part of me is just worried that there is a time limit to our newfound bliss.”

Brandon scoots closer to me and reaches up to caress my face, his palm rasping against my stubble.

“I want to take you out on a date.” My eyes widen in surprise, I wasn’t expecting that at all.

On the next breath, my stomach sinks with the dawning realization.

He must see it all play out across my face, because his brows furrow and his smile slips.

“You…you don’t want to date me?” He swallows hard. “You’re only interested in a hook up?”

Shit. I’m messing this up. I climb back into his lap, straddling his hips, resting my forehead against his.

“I want to be with you so much, Brandon. You are all I’ve wanted for over a year.

And I’ll admit, I’m not ready to share you with anyone.

” He grins up at me, and I hate to crush him once more, but I owe it to him and myself to be honest. “But I don’t think us being seen in public is a good idea. It’s not the right time.”

“Why?” I hate myself for the pain in his voice, knowing I did that to him.

“I’m so damn proud of you Brandon, the man you are. And I’m even prouder to be someone that you want to be with. But this is new for you—”

“It is new, but it’s what I want. I’m not going to change my mind, Oscar. I want you. I want us.” I blink away the threat of tears and press my lips to his softly.

“Thank you,” I whisper in gratitude. “I’m scared, not of you hurting me, though that’s always a possibility, even unintentionally, but I’m scared for you.

” He doesn’t understand and I’m not sure how to explain it to him.

I inhale a fortifying breath and try again.

“You are the assistant coach of a BIG10 university’s football team.

It’s a masculine and sometimes toxic sport.

I do not want you to suffer personally or professionally because of who you date. ”

“I don’t care what anyone says.” He shakes his head. “I don’t like this.” His hands land on my hips and he grips me so tightly, I feel his fingertips dig into my skin. “I’m not ashamed or worried about them, I just want to be with you, explore whatever this is between us.”

“I know you aren’t but maybe we can just keep it to ourselves for a while.”

He thinks it over and I appreciate that he’s giving credence to my words. Heacock was aggressive and enraged just at the thought of the two of us having dinner. If he or anyone else knew what we’d done earlier…I shudder to imagine the danger Brandon might be in because of it.

“Ok, but I’m not staying away from you. We’re dating, even if it’s in secret. We just have to be creative.”

I laugh, but it’s forced. I’m sad for our situation. I’m angry that I feel the need to hide what we mean to one another, but I will not jeopardize his career or his safety. I kinda hate myself for being so smart and pragmatic about shit.

I can survive anything so long as Brandon is mine at the end of the day.

“I’ve tasted my own cum.” Brandon begins with zero segue, catching me off guard. “I don’t think there’s a man on earth that hasn’t tried to drink from their own well.”

“Jesus.” I drop my head, my body shaking with silent laughter as he continues.

“But I’d like to taste yours. Never sucked a dick before…

however, the thought of being a connoisseur of dick , as you so eloquently put it earlier, has merit.

” He pats my hip and urges me to stand up, my dick at attention in my pants.

“While I hope yours is the only dick I sample, I would very much like to test out that title.” He cracks his knuckles, his neck, and stretches his arms above his head. “Alright, coach, what’s the play?”

Smiling wide enough for my cheeks to hurt, I put my hands on my hips and stare down at him. “No fumblerooskis, rookie, I want a clean snap,” I pull my waistband from my skin and let it snap back, hissing at the sensation against my erection, “and a long, long, long deep drive.”