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Caleb

After everyone erupts, Leo makes a sound in the back of his throat to get our attention. I cross the room and read what he’s typing while I get out his tablet. He’s much faster with a keyboard.

“Leo is offering his advice from—you are not an old man.” I bump his shoulder with mine. “If you’re interested.”

“I am.” Ace folds his arms across his chest and gives Grayson a strange look.

When Leo switches to his tablet, I move away, but he pulls me back next to him with a glance that makes it clear he wants me within reach. My wildest dreams are coming true—Leo loves me and can’t keep his hands off me in public.

In the lag between typing and the voice, everyone gathers around us to hear. Our society is built around straight relationships. Men’s sports equate masculinity with being straight. It’s a cultural default. Most of the guys nod in agreement.

Men’s sports also value competition. Who’s the fastest, strongest, quickest to read the competition’s strategy. Leo groans in frustration because the digital voice is spacing the sentences strangely and turning his last sentence into a question when it clearly isn’t.

“You want me to read it?” I run my fingers through his hair and hear a gasp, but don’t look up. Leo’s amber eyes are grateful, and I stand behind him with my head on his shoulder so I can read what he types.

“ If a man appreciates another man’s body, it’s dismissed as competitive comparison.

Or a few will struggle with the question ‘Do I like him or want to be like him? ’ Been there, done that,” I add to Leo’s explanation.

“ I assume you’ve all heard slurs and derogatory statements about sexuality.

Too many times to count.” I shake my head.

“That last part was me, not Leo. Anywho, back on track. At a young age, boys learn to distance themselves from any thoughts or feelings that aren’t straight to avoid being different .

” I squeeze Leo’s shoulder and look up. “You guys with me?”

King’s all ears, but Gray’s scowling at Ace. Drake has Lucky wrapped in his arms and gives me an up nod to continue.

“ There are some very brave men in this room who live their truth instead of hiding .” I catch Liska’s eye and wink.

“ But as a society, we cling to our straightness, afraid of what we’ll have to give up or how we’ll be perceived if we don’t claim a hundred percent straightness.

If you’re celibate, it doesn’t change your sexuality, it means you don’t act on it .

That’s deep, Lovie.” I kiss the top of his head and continue.

“ If you’ve experimented by kissing a friend or jacking off together, you’ve crossed a line into curiosity at the very least. Even thinking about those things pushes the boundaries of straightness .

” I run a hand through my sweaty hair. “Leo’s too nice to say it, but if you’re fantasizing about kissing a dude or touching a dick, you ain’t straight.

” I lean over to read again. “ It’s a spectrum, not a box . ”

“But what if you’re like piss drunk and do something you wouldn’t normally do?” the rookie asks.

“I would argue that being drunk lowers your inhibitions and gives you permission to do something you might be too nervous to do,” King says.

“It’s not my intention to point fingers or out anyone.

I was making a general statement to the media.

No one has to feel pressure to examine their sexuality. It’s a friendly discussion.”

Locking eyes with Leo, I ask permission to officially tell them about us. They can probably guess with the nickname and kiss, but Trevor once told me to be direct and not to assume. Leo’s hand reaches back and hooks around my knee.

“In case any of you are wondering, Leo Griffin is totally banging me.” The words burst from my chest with pride and relief.

“Oh Jeezus,” Mason mutters, face-palming.

“I vin,” Liska announces. “Never doubt me.” He spins around with his arms wide.

Leo has typed something else, but no one can hear it over the shock of some teammates and the gloating of others. He points to his screen and then to the guys.

“Leo wants you to know he’s not banging me…he luuuuuves me,” I sing and swing around to sit in his lap. The team fades away as I look into his eyes. “Let me shower quick and take you home,” I say in his ear.

Leo shakes his head. He closes out of the app and types for my eyes only. Put on sweatpants and a coat, then we’re leaving.

“Don’t have to ask me twice.” I throw my shit together for the equipment manager and grab my bag. “See ya,” I yell to the team. “Don’t wait up.” I kick my back foot up to my ass as I look over my shoulder.

“You’re ditching the celebration?” Lucky asks in mock horror. “Hey, Gray. I see you. Don’t think you’re skipping out on us. Again.”

It’s quiet in the hall, and Grayson’s still scowling.

“Everything okay?” I ask.

“Fine.” He walks away. He’s absolutely not fine, but I’ll talk to him tomorrow.

“It’s just you and me, Daddy.” I sling my arm around his waist. “I’ll drive.” And I mean that in more ways than one.

“Fucking finally.” I drag Leo straight to the bedroom. “I have been dying, literally living on the brink of death, to get you alone.” Either Mason or the aide has been around constantly.

Leo can’t smile, but the left corner of his mouth can turn up the slightest amount. He sets his messenger bag on the floor by the door.

Because of my schedule, we’ve only spent a handful of nights together since his injury. He’s recovering well, but time’s up. He should be able to handle an orgasm.

“You think I’m exaggerating.” I work his buttons loose and shrug his shirt off. “We have a long overdue naked date.” He raises an eyebrow, and I say, “Doctor approved, of course.” I drop to my knees to take his pants off because we both love me on my knees for him.

He takes his phone out of his pocket. A brooding English voice says, Are you going to be my Good Boy tonight?

“So good. I’m going to take care of you.” I pluck his phone from him, and he lets out an annoyed exhale as I sit back on my heels. “Here are simple phrases you’ll need tonight. Yes. No. More. Just like that. Good Boy. Baby Doll. Caleb, you are a god among men.” I glance up. “Did I forget anything?”

Leo yanks my hair, tilting my head back, and steps forward to grind his erection, covered by his boxer briefs, on my face. I moan like a shameless porn star, aching to open my mouth but letting him have control until I take over.

He lets go of me to snatch his phone and type.

“Amateur.” I snicker because he can’t hold the phone and type with the same hand.

His phone demands, Come for me now.

“Fuck, Leo.” I rub my throbbing dick. “I’ll rinse off quick. Wait for me in bed.” As I rise, he pushes me back to my knees.

He’s changed the voice to one similar to his. I want to drown in your scent. Cover me in your cum and feed it to me so I can drink it. And I’ll fill your ass.

I lean forward and drag my cheek over his thigh. “Yes, please, Daddy.” I forget my plan, my brain already submitting.

He taps my shoulder and mimes taking clothes off.

I’m naked in seconds with my cock bobbing like an obedient doll ready to submit to his master.

I stand before him, silent and eager. Leo’s fingertips trace my entire body as he circles me, working his way down.

Like he’s forgotten the shape of me and has to relearn it.

He wakes up all my nerve endings and leaves a trail of goose bumps behind.

There’s a wet spot from his precum, and I whimper. We’ve both reached our limit.

Leo snaps his fingers and points to his feet and then the bed. Dropping on all fours, I crawl to the bed and wait for instructions. There’s a tension in his body that wasn’t there a minute ago.

I don’t think I can fuck you. His head drops as the phone speaks his concern.

“Trust me. I have a plan.” I stack all the pillows against the headboard, strip his underwear, and guide him to the bed. “You don’t have to do anything except tell me I’m pretty while I ride you.” I gasp in fake horror. “Oh no, I forgot to program that into your phone.”

He rolls his eyes, and I grab the lube, working myself open.

“Fair warning—I’m already on the brink. Not orgasming because you can’t, really has me ready to blow.” I’m leaking on his abs, and his eyes are on fire when they meet mine.

I get lost in amber flames as our lust drives us higher.

Leo pitches forward, burying his nose in the crook of my neck, inhaling as if deprived of oxygen. He engulfs my dick in his hand, running his thumb over my slit.

His phone orders, Come for me, Baby Doll. And with my own fingers in my ass, I do as I’m told.

Leo’s name is a long moan on my lips as I’m taken over the edge. A surge of pleasure obliterates the tension from the last two weeks. Blasting away my fears and cleansing me for our future.

My body shakes and shivers in the aftermath and the hand not on my cock caresses soothing circles on my back.

Pouring the cum from his hand to mine, Leo tips his head back.

I kneel, my legs outside of his, to drizzle my release into his mouth.

He purrs as it hits his tongue, and I wait until he swallows to feed him more.

His fingers dig into my ass, and I’ll have beautiful bruises tomorrow that I can’t wait to see.

Since this isn’t an easy process, some cum slides down his chin and onto his chest. Leo rubs it into his skin.

“Daddy, I’m so empty without you,” I beg even though I already came.

He lubes himself, and I position my hole over his tip. Two weeks is too long, but I can’t risk jarring him by impaling myself on his cock. His head breaches me, and our groans mix together.

I reach behind me to balance myself on his shins instead of his shoulders to ease my way down his length. My body contracts around him, sucking him deeper. The purring sound he made before becomes constant. I revel in every inch of him, committed never to take this for granted.

Finally, I’m seated on his thighs, and my heart feels as full as my ass, ready to burst. Rotating my hips sparks Leo to take control. He lifts me up and slams me down more forcefully than I would dare.

Leo’s menacing growl unleashes a tangle of butterflies that spread from my stomach to my balls and then rise up to careen around my chest. His eyes challenge me to fuck him properly, not treat him as breakable.

I change the angle of my hips, hitting my prostate as my legs become springs, allowing his cock to almost exit my body, then piston back in.

“You feel so good.” A sheen of sweat covers me. “My dick can’t get enough of you.” I’m fully hard again, my body soaking in the fullness Leo provides, and I’m lightheaded from the endorphins. “I never want to be without you,” I cry.

The noise that comes from Leo sounds like, “Mine.”

“Yes. Keep me, Daddy, I’m yours,” I plead, and Leo’s eyes are ferocious, his hands possessive, and his cock explodes inside me.

His rough hand strangles my cock, and I don’t need the command.

It’s in his eyes, and my body is more than willing to obey, spilling over for him, giving him what he wants.

“I’ll always give you what you need,” I say, panting into his chest.

He grips my nape and squeezes.

“I know,” I cry. “Kiss me.”

He holds me in place, and I melt against him, blissfully sated.

My beautiful Baby Doll, his phone says.

“My Lovie Leo.” I sit up to drag my lips over his left cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you more,” he says in his own garbled voice.

“Our first argument,” I tease, and pull the covers over us. He settles flat on his back and pulls me to his chest. His fingers skate down my back and push his cum back into my hole.

“We’re forever.” I kiss his chest and taste where he’s smeared my cum.

“Agreed,” he says, and I’m lulled to sleep with the sound of his heartbeat under my ear.