Chapter 77
“Fuck! I’m coming!” Zane announced to anyone who might happen to have approached within a several yard radius. “God, Ror! I…Fuck!” Back came the clamped hands as Zane unloaded a copious stream of come down Rory’s throat. Rory’s only regret was that he couldn’t taste it. “Fuck,” Zane said more softly and slumped back, his body—including his death grip on
Rory’s skull—relaxing.
Rory pulled off slowly and was able to taste the last dribbles of Zane’s climax. Knowing ZJ became ultrasensitive after ejaculating, Rory gave a quick kiss to the exposed head before rolling the column of skin back over it. Smiling broadly and feeling mightily proud of himself, he briefly kissed each of Zane’s balls before rising from his cramped kneeling position to lay the upper part of his body against Zane’s heaving chest.
“God, Ror, you’re…” Zane began, couldn’t seem to finish his sentence, so let his kisses do the talking for him. And as always, Zane’s kisses spoke volumes. 16
Despite standing under the hot spray for at least five minutes, Rory was still shivering. He couldn’t understand what had gone wrong, why Zane was acting so differently. Zane knew Rory wasn’t confident about driving Jimmy’s truck back to the Double J. But instead of taking things easy on the drive back, Zane had seemed in a hurry. Maybe he wanted to see what his new truck could do. They hadn’t even stopped halfway like they had on the journey up to Zane’s parents’. And even worse, when they’d arrived back at the ranch, all Rory had gotten was a “Good ride?” before Zane had picked up his bag and dashed into the bunkhouse without waiting for Rory’s reply.
In an effort to get warm and collect himself, Rory had dropped his bag in his old and rarely used room, gotten undressed, and taken what few toiletries he still kept in there to the bathroom to take a shower.
Sighing, and hoping he’d collected himself enough so his feelings were no longer visible, he shut off the jet, pulled back the curtain, started to step out of the tub and collided with a solid wall of…something. Yelping in surprise, he stepped back, and wiped the water out of his eyes.
Zane stood on the bath mat dressed in a brown and white football uniform, sans shoulder pads and helmet. He spread his arms. “Like it?”
Rory just stared, heart pounding.
“Ror?” Zane asked, smile morphing into a frown. “This was my high school football uniform. I remembered what Bets said about you saying you thought I was hotter than Tom Brady. I ain’t but…” He shrugged and toed the bathmat nervously. “You okay?”
“I, uh.” Rory swallowed. Then it all poured out. How Rory thought Zane was mad at him, how they hadn’t stopped on the journey, how Zane had driven fast, how…
“Fuck, Ror, no! I’m sorry!” Zane looked more stricken than Rory felt. “God, no. I’d never!” He leaned over the lip of the tub, picked a wet and naked Rory up and pulled the smaller man into a tight hug.
“I’m getting your uniform all wet.”
“Don’t care.” Zane kissed Rory’s eyes, cheeks, chin, and lips. “I’d never be mad at you. Never! I was just excited to show you my uniform. Shit! I’m so fucking dumb.”
“You’re not dumb.” Rory’s arms went around the big guy’s shoulders and he soaked in the man’s physical presence, allowing it to ground him. They were okay. It was just a misunderstanding. Shit, Rory felt like a total dork. Of course Zane wasn’t upset with him. “Sorry.”
“No, I’m sorry.”
Rory breathed in Zane’s scent. Beneath the faint smell of laundry detergent was the unmistakable odor of his Zane. It further helped to center him. “And just for the record, you arehotter than Tom Brady.”
“Get a room, you two,” a voice announced from the doorway.
Rory turned his head and saw Wayne smirking at them.
“We’ve got one. Ror, wrap your legs around me.”
Rory did and Zane turned and made for the doorway, Rory snagging a towel as they passed the rack.
Wayne stood aside to let them pass. “Keep it down tonight, okay? It’s been quiet the past couple of nights and I got to liking it that way.”
“Do our best,” Zane said. “But I ain’t making any promises. Not when I got me such a cute and sexy boyfriend.” He gently slapped Rory’s naked ass, making the smaller man jump.
Back in their room, Zane set Rory on the rug and Rory wrapped the towel around his waist and took a step back to admire the football player.
Rory licked his lips. “You’re the sexy one here.”
“Ha.” But at least it wasn’t a total rejection of Rory’s compliment, so he took it as a win. “Still had my uniform at home when I quit school. They never asked for it back so I never gave ’em it. First time I put it on since playing though.”
“Uh huh.” Rory straightened the material over Zane’s right shoulder.