Page 24 of Serve (Men of Hidden Creek Season 1, #5)

“I thought athletes weren’t supposed to have sex before a game?” Chip teased him, pinching his nipples through his thin shirt.

“Oh, I forgot. Get off me!” He laughed and pushed at Chip’s hands. Tyler leaned forward enough so Chip could slide his shirt off. Chip took off his own and threw them both to the floor.

“Too late. My ass is hungry, and it’s your fault.”

Tyler looked up at him quizzically, then burst into laughter. Chip guffawed, and seconds later rolled off him and lay at his side. Once their laughter subsided, Tyler climbed in between Chip’s legs, spreading his thighs with his knees.

“So your ass is hungry, huh?” Tyler said in a deep voice, then swiftly bent down and kissed him, hard and deep with his tongue. Chip broke it off, and spoke with a tinge of need in his voice.

“I need you to feed me, Daddy.”

“Daddy? I’m not that much older than you!” He latched his mouth to his stomach and gave him a raspberry.

“OH MY GOD! STOP” Chip screamed with laughter, while Tyler tortured him a little more. Once Chip amped up his squirming, Tyler relinquished his grip on his stomach, and moved his lips north, attaching to his nipple.

“Yes, that’s it.” Chip murmured, his chest still heaving slightly from the earlier attack on his belly.

Tyler nibbled on his nipple while his hands moved to Chip’s pants, fumbling with the zipper.

He got it down, and let go of Chip long enough to get his pants off.

He took off his own and threw both pairs on the floor next to their shirts.

He grasped the root of Chip’s shaft. It was thick and heavy, and his excitement was evident by a glistening drop of liquid at the tip.

He gave him a few unhurried strokes before taking the head in his mouth.

Chip arched his back with pleasure. Tyler’s tongue encircled his thick head, then flicked the tip while keeping it engulfed in his mouth.

He stroked Chip's shaft with his fist while teasing him underneath his balls with his tongue.

He stopped, then gave him a lick from his taint to the tip of his cock.

“Your balls are full.” Tyler said, then he went all the way down on him, taking his entire shaft in his mouth.

Chip’s hips bucked beneath Tyler, until he couldn’t take any more.

“Please, stop now or I’m going to explode.” Chip gasped, his legs shaking.

Tyler removed his mouth, saw a drop of Chip’s essence at the tip, and licked it off, relishing the salty flavor. He reached in between Chip’s legs, feeling around until he felt Chip’s tight hole. He stroked it, allowing his finger to almost enter, but then swerved to the side, teasing him.

“I want you inside me, now.” Chip said breathlessly.

Tyler leaned over to the nightstand and opened the top drawer. He found the box of condoms and lube and got himself ready. Chip reached down and gripped Tyler’s sheathed and lubed cock, sliding his hand up and down. Tyler’s mouth became serious, and he removed Chip’s hand.

“You’re going to get me off before I’ve had a chance to be inside you.” He said. Tyler took a lubed-up finger and stroked Chip’s entrance. Chip’s legs moved back, and Tyler’s finger slid in. He moved it back and forth, slowly exploring his hole.

“I need more than that. Please, Tyler, please…”

Tyler removed his finger and rubbed the head of his dick against Chip’s entrance, then pushed forward.

The head of his cock lodged inside him, Chip squirmed, forcing his body down to take more of Tyler’s manhood.

Tyler tried to hold him back with a hand on his belly, but Chip had other plans.

He placed his hands on Tyler’s sides and pulled him forward, impaling himself on Tyler’s length.

Tyler groaned as Chip’s tight walls gripped his girth.

Without thought, Tyler pushed himself completely inside to the hilt.

“Yes.” Chip whispered. They held still, both enjoying the feeling of communion their bodies shared. Underneath the sexual current was something else, a bond that grew with each moment they were together. Tyler leaned down and gently kissed Chip on the lips.

“I love you.”

A tear formed in Chip’s eye, then broke away and slid down his cheek.

Tyler gently brushed it away with the back of his hand, then kissed the damp skin.

Chip’s heart filled with emotion; it felt like his chest would explode.

He wrapped his arms around Tyler’s shoulders, who pulled his cock almost all the way out, then with one bold stroke pushed forward.

Chip’s face blanked, only his eyes sparkled as his body responded to the thick shaft inside him.

His breathing became shallower as Tyler increased his thrusts.

He felt Chip’s cock pressing hard against his stomach.

He leaned back on his knees and wrapped his fingers around it.

He jerked him in time to his quickening thrusts, and soon Chip’s hips were bucking too.

“Yes, that’s the spot.” Chip gripped Tyler’s sides, urging him to stop so he could enjoy the sensation longer. His eyes squeezed shut, stars dancing beneath his closed eyelids. When Tyler pulled out then slammed into him again, he knew he wouldn’t last much longer.

“I can’t hold on, oh God Tyler, I’m coming!” Chip’s chest turned pink, and his breathing became ragged. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead, his dark-blond hair stuck to his hot skin. Chip gripped Tyler’s thick forearms tight, holding on while the rest of his body let go.

Chip’s cock erupted, shooting across his rippled chest and stomach.

Tyler’s cock rebelled against the vice-like grip of Chip’s muscles, and he found his hips moving without conscious thought.

Seconds later Tyler gasped as his own orgasm roiled through his body.

He closed his eyes and tried to speak, but only air escaped until he finished shooting into his man.

“Oh babe, yes babe.” He gasped, his whole body shaking with the force of his release.

He collapsed on top of Chip’s body, and they lay together gasping for air.

Nervous twitches ran up and down Tyler as he cooled down.

He opened his eyes to see Chip staring up at him in wonder.

Seconds later he felt the call of sleep and his eyes began to flutter shut.

He needed to lie down, or he’d fall down on Chip and not wake up again for hours.

Tyler’s cock slipped out of Chip as he scooted up, placing his head on his chest. Chip wrapped his legs around Tyler’s torso, pulling him in as close as he could.

He dragged his fingers lightly over Tyler’s back, causing goosebumps to form.

Tyler picked his head up and grinned. Suddenly words formed in his throat, words he needed to urgently speak.

“I can’t imagine letting you go home now. I’m sorry, I just wanted to protect you from…”

Chip interrupted him with a peck on the lips, and pulled him back down. Seconds later he heard a soft snore, and felt his own eyelids grow heavy. He pushed lightly on Tyler, who fell languidly to his side. Dreamless, soothing sleep overtook them both.

A noise woke Chip, and after a few moments he opened his eyes and noticed his phone vibrating on the nightstand. He reached over and looked at the time.

“Shit. Nine in the morning?” He whispered, then noticed who was calling and answered it.

“Hon, you won’t believe who I just had breakfast with.” Aunt Dixie sounded like a cat who’d just caught a mouse.

“Who?” He murmured softly, not wanting to wake up Tyler. He looked to his side and saw his eyes half open, staring at him.

“Scott Turner, and you’ll never guess what he had to say.”