Caleb’s tongue moved constantly as his hands grabbed Lucas’ ass, holding him close, urging him to thrust. Lucas had never in his life experienced anything so incredible. Warm, wet heat encased his throbbing dick, and it felt exquisite. Lucas tried to fight it, but the desire and need overwhelmed him, and he thrust—once, twice, three times—before he exploded down Caleb’s throat.
“Fuck! Fuck, yes. Caleb!” His knees buckled, but Caleb’s strong arms held him steady until he could stand on his own.
Caleb rose and kissed him hard. Lucas tasted himself on Caleb’s lips and it did something to him. “That was incredible,” he admitted.
Caleb looked at him and grinned. “It was. It definitely was.” He reached for their shirts, then tossed Lucas’ to him. “You taste amazing,” he added with a wink.
“But…what about you?”
Caleb grinned wider when he put on his shirt. “Baby, the taste of you on my tongue, and hearing your cryout when you came, had me shooting in my jeans.”
Lucas blushed. “Really?”
Caleb wrapped his arms around Lucas’ waist. “Hasn’t happened to me since I was around thirteen.” Hechuckled. “I can’t imagine what’s going to happen when we finally go all the way. Don’t laugh at me if I don’t last longer than ten seconds!”
Lucas smiled and promised not to…
Now, as he started his car to head to the stadium, he could barely wait to see Caleb again, even if it meant doing more work on baseball. Fuck, he felt like a lovesick teenager, he thought, then pressed his foot on the gas.
* * * *
When the high school baseball team arrived, the students were pretty hyped up. After a quick tour of thelocker room, Coach Newberry corralled the teens out to the field and quickly assigned them to Rabbits team members based on positions.
Caleb ended up with three guys who all played third base, and he spent some time going over the stretches and workout routines he did either daily or every other day. Two of the boys jumped right in, eager to work out with a real ballplayer, but the third one was either having a bad day or was just naturally an ass.
“Hey,” Caleb hollered to the tall, brutish redhead sitting on third base, his legs sprawled out in front of him.
The boy looked up, scowling. “What?” he yelled back.
Caleb tried not to roll his eyes. “You need to get over here.” He raised his eyebrows toward one of theother kids he was working with.
“Ethan,” the blond supplied. “His name is Ethan. And he’s pissed off because his girlfriend dumped him yesterday for a basketball player.”
Ah, young love. Caleb would give the lovesick teenager a little leeway, but not a lot. “Ethan, why don’t you join us?”
Ethan glared at him, then looked at the ground.
“Fine, five more minutes. But when we start working on grounders, you need to participate.”
“He’s kind of a know-it-all, but he’s a good player.”
Caleb turned to the kid talking. He was on the short side, maybe five-feet, four-inches, with pale blond hair cut close to his scalp. From what Caleb had seen so far, the boy didn’t have much of a futurein baseball, but he clearly enjoyed the game.
The other boy—what was his name?—had some natural talent, but was easily distracted. Tall and lean, with big brown eyes and curly golden brown hair, he had a habit of saying anything and everything that ran through his brain. And after spending over an hour with him, Caleb could honestly say that the kid had a lot on his mind.
Caleb had a lot on his mind, too. Namely, Lucas. He was torn between his desire to be with Lucas and his dream of possibly playing in the majors someday. Coming out could derail his plans. If he gave all that up for Lucas, would it be the right thing to do? He barely knew Lucas, yet he was smart enough to recognize there was something special about the man. Caleb couldn’t deny the pull he felt toward him—or the deeply primal way his body reacted whenever Lucas was near.
Shit, he admitted to himself, Lucas didn’t even have to be near. All it took was a thought and Caleb’s body responded like a hormonal teenager with no self-control. And Caleb had given in every night, allowing himself to fantasize about Lucas.
“Hey, Austin,” Ethan bellowed as he sauntered over and slapped the curly haired kid on the shoulder.
Austin—that’s his name.
The kid’s jaw clenched. “Ethan,” he said quietly.
Caleb noted that Ethan’s hand was still on Austin’s shoulder, and he stepped forward to diffuse the tension. “Glad you could join us, Ethan. Why don’t you grab your glove and we can work on those grounders.”
Ethan grunted and removed his hand, flashing a sneer at Austin before he left.