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“It’ll be mutually beneficial in the end.”

Chuckling, he strips out of his boxers, freeing his bobbing, half-hard cock and low hanging balls.

I stand my pillow up against my headboard. “Lie down. On your front.”

Tommy has a hand stroking his cock until the moment it’s wedged between his body and my mattress. With his head turned toward me, it’s his turn to watch me strip. I don’t put on nearly the show Tommy did, but his eyes drink me in like I’m Magic fucking Mike.

“Put your arms at your sides,” I tell him before grabbing the bottle of baby oil I found among the junk Matt and Xia were fixing to toss.

The bedframe creaks when I add my weight to it, and I straddle Tommy’s thighs. Staring at the expanse of his back, I’m tempted to lick him from the bottom of his spine to the top. Instead, I dribble a line of oil in the same formation.

“What’s that?” Tommy asks, flinching slightly from the sensation.

“Shh.” I spread my palms through the oil trail and fan it across Tommy’s back. I press my hands firmly into places I know he must be sore from how hard he’s been working.

A soft moan in my baby’s voice tells me he likes it. I press my thumbs into knots between his shoulder blades and spine, and he moans even louder. The sound makes my cock throb and my foreskin retract.

“Fuck, Row,” Tommy moans, as I drag my palms parallel to his spine. I press down on the dimples above his ass before kneading those pale, firm globes.

I add more oil and repeat every motion, focusing on the areas that produce the most noises out of Tommy.

“You’re good at that,” he says, his hips shifting against the mattress ever so slightly.

“It’s easy once you understand the muscle groups. You’ve been working yourself hard, baby boy. You’re so fucking tight.”

“Yeah?”

I press my hands to each of Tommy’s butt cheeks and spread them apart, getting an eyeful of his pink puckered hole. I find the baby oil beside my knee and dribble a small amount right onto that hole, reveling in the sound it elicits from Tommy’s throat. Somewhere between excitement and worry. I use my finger to spread the oil along his crack and around his hole. When he’s slick, I massage my palms into his cheeks and tease his hole with my thumbs.

“Don’t worry, I’m just touching,” I tell him, but there’s so much pleasure in Tommy’s moans, I almost ask to breach him. Instead, I smooth my hands back up to his shoulders and knead the muscles there. While I do, I let the length of my cock nestle along Tommy’s crack, and I can’t stop myself from humping him.

It’s hard to believe Tommy’s mine, even when he’s naked and underneath me, supplicating to me, groaning a shortened version of my name that only he’s allowed to call me. I lean down and graze my lips against his ear. “Turn over, big boy.”

“Look who’s talking.” He flips onto his back as soon as I give him clearance, and when I’m sitting back on his thighs, he clasps a hand around my cock and gives a few slow strokes.

Selfishly, I let him work me while I dribble oil across his chest and down the center of his abs. I let a few drops touch the underside of Tommy’s cock, too, laid out across his hip.

This time, I massage him gently. Just an excuse to run my hands over every inch of him. From his biceps to his chest, my fingers taking time to rub his soft nipples to nubs, then down his sides and along the v-lines sculpted into his physique. I thread my fingers through his brown pubic hair, and glide my thumbs up the length of his cock.

“Oh, fuck,” Tommy sighs, eyelids fluttering and his mouth doing that frowny thing it does when I edge him.

“You have such a beautiful body. I can’t get enough of it. When you came onto that field in April wanting to kick my ass, I swear I almost popped a boner you were so hot. I thought you were cute in high school, but now I can’t get you out of my mind if I try.”

“Don’t try. Think about me, and I’ll think about you. That way, we’re always together.”

“Such a romantic.” I cup one hand around Tommy’s balls, rolling them and caressing them with my thumb while my other hand makes languid passes over his cock.

“I love you.”

My mind skips a beat along with my heart, like my body freezes in time for just a moment. But even when my head forms thoughts again, I can’t make sense of them. I can’t make sense ofthat.Love?

“I’m sorry,” Tommy murmurs, squeezing my thighs and staring at me through half-lidded eyes. His abs are flexing, legs twitching, cock pulsing in my gentle grip.

He’s close. That’s why he said it. He loves being with me, and he loves the things I do to him. That’s all it is.

“Shh,” I whisper. “Relax. You know you’re mine, right?”

“Your baby boy?” he asks in a small whimper that goes straight to my yearning cock.