Page 78 of Out of Bounds
“I didn’t mean that as a knock. You’re a popular guy. It makes me want you more.”
“I know.” Cliff clung onto Brennan’s shirt like he was going to fall off the bed or something.
“Baby, what is it?” Brennan lifted his chin so he could look into his eyes.
“Have you ever been in a crowded room and felt…” Cliff held back from finishing, but Brennan knew the word he was looking for.
“Alone?”
Cliff nodded, and for the first time, Brennan could see the pain creasing his face.
“I was on that court surrounded by my teammates and thousands of fans and my parents, and I still felt this...it was like I was watching the moment instead of being in it.” Cliff looked away, lips trembling to hold back tears. “And it’s been that way my whole life. I’m around people all the time. Teammates, friends, family. But I always feel lonely. I can’t explain it. What’s wrong with me, Brennan?”
He took Cliff by the chin to face him. “Nothing.”
Cliff looked into his eyes for assurance, and Brennan gave it to him. He was so special and perfect, and Brennan couldn’t bear to hear him talk about himself like he was damaged.
“Maybe it’s because no matter what you do, you’re holding back a piece of yourself.”
“The gay piece?” Cliff bristled. “Why does it almost come back to that?”
“Because it’s who you are. It’s part of what makes you fun and interesting and sexy and wonderful. And it’s a part of you I’m falling in love with.”
Shit. There it was. Brennan went still, waiting for a response. He couldn’t read Cliff’s face in the darkness.
Cliff squeezed his hand, sending a rush of feeling through his body and into his soul. “I’m falling in love with you, too.”
Brennan had never felt closer to him, never felt more connected to another human. “You’re not alone anymore. I’ll never let you feel alone ever again.”
Their mouths found each other in the darkness, kissing softly and tenderly, until passion and lust began to take over. Cliff’s hot breath danced on his tongue.
Soon, their shirts were off, then their underwear. Cliff’s smooth skin sizzled under his touch. Brennan knew all his body’s nooks and crannies - the appendectomy scar on this stomach, the point on his lower thighs where hair started. He grabbed both their cocks in his hand and jerked them slowly, teasing both of them.
Brennan let out a groan. Cliff covered his mouth.
“We have to be quiet. The guys on my floor might hear.”
Brennan would try, but didn’t know if it was possible to stay quiet knowing all the things he wanted to do to his body. A devious smirk slashed across Brennan’s lips. He could play the quiet game. Could Cliff?
He pulled his jeans from the floor, slid out the belt, and bound Cliff’s wrists to one bed post. With Cliff’s pajama pants, he tied his ankles to the other. Cliff stretched out before him tight like a bow, with an arrow sticking straight up.
Moments later, Brennan’s lips enveloped Cliff’s cock, taking their time to go up and down his shaft. Cliff gasped out and tried to stifle a moan.
“Uh uh.” Brennan looked up at him and put his finger to his lips. “No talking.”
He swirled his tongue around his thickness, then drifted south to tongue his balls, Cliff breathing heavily just above him, his taut body convulsing under his touch. He turned Cliff on his side and let his tongue snake down to his crack, flicking into his hole. He wanted to devour every inch of this man.He pulled his cheeks apart and swept his tongue around the rim, pressing the tip inside.
Cliff moaned and twitched with jittery energy, which drove Brennan wild.
“Don’t stop,” Cliff breathed out in a whisper.
“No talking. I’m going to call the librarian.”
“Fuck you.”
“That’s next on the list.” The words shot out before Brennan could take them back, but damn if it wasn’t something he’d been thinking about for a while. He wanted to feel that tight, warm ass around his cock. He wanted to be Cliff’s first.
Brennan was going to say he was kidding, but the look in Cliff’s eyes told him they were on the same wavelength.