Chapter 78

“Sorry I don’t have the shoulder pads or helmet though.”

“That’s okay.” Rory began to trace the large numbers on Zane’s chest with a finger. “Fifty-two. What position did you play?” Rory wasn’t as knowledgeable about high school squad numbers as he should be, but he remembered reading somewhere that often school players were just given jersey’s that fit their size, rather than what position they played.

“Offensive tackle. Me being so big and—”

“Beefy and brave and bad ass and strong and powerful,” Rory interrupted before Zane could say anything negative. “Makes sense, yes.” He nodded.

Zane smiled and blushed. Rory was pleased when again Zane didn’t contradict him.

“Guess I could go to a sports equipment store and get pads and a helmet if you want the full package.”

Rory cupped Zane’s dick and balls through the tight uniform pants. “I already got the full package right here.”

Zane laughed. “God, Ror, you’re so good for me.”

“And you’re so good to and for me, too.” Rory stepped back to admire Zane in his uniform. “So, brown and black were your school colors?”

Zane grinned. “Sure were.” Then he grew serious. “Just shows, we were meant to be.”

Fuck, if Rory wasn’t careful, he’d burst out crying, or melt into a puddle of goo.

Zane lifted the jersey to reveal his Superman tee. “Wouldn’t wear this during games of course.”

“Shame, because I’m sure you were a football superhero on the field.”

Zane let out a dismissive snort. “Dunno about that.”

Wanting to keep things positive, Rory said, “I bet with you on the team, they won most of their games.”

Zane grinned. “Uh, yeah, we did.”

“There you are then!” Rory said in triumph. “My football superhero.” He wrapped his arms around Zane’s chest and hugged the big guy tightly. My superhero, period, he silently added.

Zane rubbed Rory’s back. “Whatever you say.”

“Rory, this box was delivered yest…” Barry said, making Rory jump. He turned around and saw Barry standing in the doorway, holding a large cardboard box. “Uh, this a bad time?”

“No, it’s okay.” They would have to remember to close doors behind them when they messed around. At least the towel hid his most private parts this time.

Zane wrapped a protective arm around Rory’s shoulders. “Would you put it on the bed?”

“Sure.” Barry did as asked and walked back to the door. “I’ll, uh, close this. Dinner’s running late. Be another hour or so.”

“Okay. Thanks,” Rory said, his words muffled in Zane’s shoulder.

The bedroom door closed softly.

Rory finished drying himself and got dressed, just in case they were interrupted again.

“That box,” Zane nodded to the large cardboard package, “is it those things we ordered on the computer?”

“Think so.” Opening the box, plus the one inside, confirmed his suspicions.

Zane parted some of the paper wrapping. “Cool!” Picking up the largest dildo, he turned to Rory. “Wanna play?”

Rory gulped. “Yes, but let’s start with something smaller, okay?”

* * * *

Supper was…embarrassing.

It started off innocently enough with Liam inquiring about Zane’s new truck, Barry asking Rory if he’d been okay driving Jimmy’s vehicle, and Jake wanting to know what Rory thought about Zane’s parents.

Then Jimmy asked, “What was in that box that was delivered yesterday?”

“Uh.” Rory felt his cheeks heat.

“None of your business,” Barry told him.

“Sex toys,” Zane announced, mid-chew.

What conversation there had been around the table stopped immediately. As did the noise of silverware on plates. Rory was too embarrassed to lift his gaze from his plate to meet anyone’s eye.

“What?” Zane asked, fork full of meatloaf hovering halfway between plate and mouth.

Rory should have realized, if asked a direct question, Zane would usually answer. The man had no filter, but Rory couldn’t fault his guy for that. He was honest, true, dependable.

Rory shuffled nervously in his seat before jumping and letting out a soft gasp.

“Looks like you already started using them.” Wayne snickered.

The two of them, on Zane’s insistence, were wearing the smallest of the butt plugs. Rory had been surprised when placing the order that Zane had said he wanted a set of whatever Rory was getting for himself, too. Rory had questioned Zane as to why.

Zane had looked confused and a little hurt at the question. “Don’t you want to fuck me up the butt, too?”

So Rory had done as Zane asked, ordering a brown set for him and a black set for Zane. Although later, Zane had said he wanted to use the brown colored toys and Rory should have the black ones.