Page 43 of Catching Kyle (Football Heartthrobs #1)

Kyle Weaver

A cabin.

My ma got and me and Michael a motherfucking cabin .

Did I somehow tell her that we’re boyfriends? Did it slip out of my mouth when I least expected? Or can she read minds now? Knowing her, the latter makes the most sense.

As Michael and I drive our stuff down the cabin, my chest tingles with something warm. Not anxiety or fear. Not even excitement either. Nothing crazy. I think I may just be happy. We park without a word, but Michael’s radiating this aura that tells me he’s just as happy as I am.

Inside, the cabin is bigger than I expected.

To our right is a kitchen with cast iron pots and a huge sink and fridge.

There’s a massive couch and two high-back chairs on either side facing a fireplace.

There’s a massive glass wall, and beyond that there’s a porch that extends into the lake.

Next to us, there’s a staircase that leads upstairs.

To a bed. Singular. Where Michael and I will be sleeping.

In the town where I spent half my childhood.

“The fireplace is going?” Michael says, approaching it. He sits down next to it, mesmerized. Outside the sun is setting, and none of the lights are on. Pretty soon this fireplace will be the main source of light.

“My ma probably got it going before we got here,” I say. She set this whole thing up. She knows. She’s known this whole time. Part of me feels ashamed that I haven’t told her yet. About Michael. About me. But a much larger part of me finally feels safe. My ma accepts me for who I am.

I set our stuff down and approach Michael. I sit down next to him, our legs flush. I wrap my arms around his and rest my head on his shoulder. We rock back and forth, the waves of the lake gently lapping against the porch.

“This is amazing,” Michael says, stroking a vein in my arm. “Your mom is amazing.”

“I know,” I say. “She’s the greatest woman alive.”

Michael turns to me and lifts my head. He kisses my lips, and I hold him there, wanting to taste him and only him.

“I’m pretty sleepy,” he says. “What do you say we get in bed?”

I can’t fight the grin forming on my face. Michael just gets me so damn giddy. “Hope you’re wanting to do more than just sleep.”

I feel his smile form as I kiss him. “Oh, I have plenty more I want to do,” he says.

We fall into each other, our tongues and lips dancing. And that’s when I realize I don’t have the patience to climb all the way up to some random bed.

I grab him by the ass and hoist him up. He doesn’t break from my lips and instead wraps his legs around me. I carry my man over to the couch and gently set him down. Then I get over him, ready to show him how much I love him.

Suddenly, he grabs me by the shoulders, and with a strength I should be able to resist but for some reason can’t, he pushes me onto my back and pins me down. He straddles my crotch, my dick rock hard, and pins my arms to my side.

“I want to take control tonight,” he says, his voice thick with desire.

I smirk. “I think I might let you.”

“Oh, you’re gonna let me,” he says, twerking slowly on my lap. “And I’m gonna use your body how I want to get me off.”

He stares down at me hungrily, making my breath go short.

“Have at it, babe,” I say.

He nearly rips off my shirt, and I have to help him get my pants off before he curses at the buttons on my jeans. And by the time he’s lubed up and riding me, I’m grateful he has the reins. Because goddamn does he know how to use them .

He rides me, up and down, but he looks like a wave, his muscled and beefy torso flexing in all the hottest ways.

He moans every time my dick is all the way inside him, and my body locks up with pleasure.

He’s got his eyes shut, facing the ceiling.

I have to say that I’ve probably seen all his videos by now.

And I have never, ever seen him in this much ecstasy.

He adjusts himself to where my dick goes all the way inside him, sending a jolt up my spine. “That,” I say. “Just like that.”

He puts his arms behind his head, still facing the ceiling, his eyes shut in ecstasy.

His pelvis thrusts back onto my dick, and he grunts with each movement.

His movements get so passionate and my pleasure so exquisite that I’m convinced that without him, I’d starve.

Without him, I’d suffocate. That I need him to live.

His gorgeous body hair reflects the light of the fire, and as I watch sweat drip down the curves of his muscles, I know that, without a doubt, I’m a gay fucking man who likes fucking men. And there’s nothing anyone can do to change that.

“You’re gonna make me fucking cum,” I say.

“Good,” he says, not stopping his thrusts. Goddamn, I don’t even know how his body moves like this, rolling down on my dick like it’s his business. Fucking snake charming, sirenic son of a—

“Fuck!” I shout.

I grab dig my fingers into his thighs and hold him down as I shoot my load up into him. My tongue hangs out of my mouth as I pant, pleasure rolling up and down my body like a wave.

Michael removes my hands from his thighs and goes back to rocking. “Good boy,” he says. “Now it’s my turn.”

Michael eyes me as he keeps pressing himself back into my dick. He rotates his hips in a circle, back and forth, side to side, like I’m a joystick and he’s putting in some divine cheat code that only he knows to win my heart. But that’s not necessary. He’s already got it.

He grabs one of my pecs and squeezes it as he strokes and fucks himself back and forth on my dick. I reach up and play with his nipples.

“Yes, like that,” he says .

Pretty soon, I have him moaning and bouncing. And then, before I know it, his hot load shoots all over my hairy chest. I grin up at him and flex my biceps, wearing his cum like a medal. He laughs at me as he dismounts. Then he inserts himself right under my arm and rests his head on my chest.

“I’m glad we had this vacation,” he says.

I kiss him on his sweaty forehead. “I’m glad I have you.”

Just as Michael drifts off to sleep in my arms, I grab a nearby blanket and cover us.

I watch the fire as my eyes drift, the sound of the water sending me to sleep.

I was scared to let my mom know Michael and I were sleeping together.

But feeling his warm skin against mine, his breath warming my neck, I wouldn’t have it another way.

And seeing what she’s done for us, I’m grateful she knows.

The next morning, I wake to the sun shining on my face. But I’m not bothered by it. I got all the rest I needed. Plus, the sight of the light shining through the window above the kitchen, along with the sun hitting the surface of the lake, is a sight to be seen.

I glance over at Michael. He’s managed to press himself further into the couch, and he’s stolen nearly all the blanket. I chuckle to myself.

My stomach gurgles, and I realize how hungry I am.

My ma makes chicken and waffles on Thanksgiving morning, and thinking about them makes me think I can smell them from here.

I get up softly, not to disturb Michael, and go to my bag to slip some pajamas on.

I’m gonna trek up to the house to get us some breakfast.

Outside, the grass is dewy, and there’s a slight chill to the air. The trees around me are all in various stages of losing their foliage—some red, some orange, some brown. God, I forget how gorgeous it is down here.

I make my way up the hill to my ma’s house. I shimmy inside through the side door that leads to the kitchen. On the counter, there’s a plate with a heaping stack of waffles and a plate of fried chicken next to it. When the delectable smell hits me, I immediately start salivating.

In the other room, I hear the TV and more voices than one.

“Hey, Ma!” I shout .

“Kyle!” She replies. “You and Michael grab you some food and come watch the parade with us.”

Ah, the Macy’s Day Parade. How could I forget?

I saunter into the living room and see the handsome Jimmy on my couch.

“Jimmy,” I say. “What’s going on?”

“My little football player,” he says, standing up. He comes and bear-hugs me. When he pulls away, I see he’s lost weight, and his beard has grown.

“You turning into a dwarf for Christmas?” I ask.

He lightly thwacks my belly. “You know I grow it out for winter.”

“And I’m just saying,” I say. “You definitely give off Thor vibes.”

He flexes, and I’m surprised how thick his arms are. “You think so?”

“I know so,” I say. Jimmy’s got a belly, but he’s a looker, with his long black heard and bushy eyebrows. And add how muscular he is, he’s a lady’s man—well, man’s man. “People at the diner get tired of you?”

“You know I don’t get that many days off in a year,” he says. “I deserve to relax.”

“Where’s Joe?” I ask him, wondering where his partner is.

“Me and Joe, uh…” He frowns. “We’re not seeing each other these days.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” I say.

“Me too.”

“Where’s Michael?” Ma asks. She’s finishing off the last piece of her waffle.

“I was gonna bring him some breakfast,” I say.

“Nonsense,” she says. “Have him come here and watch the parade with us. He’s part of the family.”

My chest warms. I love how my mom is just taking him in.

“Alright,” I say, smiling. “But it’s early. Don’t go and say anything too crazy this morning.”

“Fine,” she says, sighing. “I’ll wait ‘til dinner.”

I leave and make the trek down the hill back to the cabin. Inside, Michael’s up and reading a Nora Roberts book by the looks of it. Nearby, there’s another bookshelf filled. Damn, my ma really likes Miss Nora.

“You’re back,” he says, looking up .

“Sorry,” I say. “Wanted to get you some breakfast.”

He smirks at my empty hands. “Well did you grab it?”

I smirk back. “Ma wants you to eat with the rest of us.”

He stands up and stretches, showing off just how casually muscular he is. Seeing someone look the way he does without playing a professional sport baffles me. Like, you just like this because you can? I know he did porn, but damn. That’s dedication.