Lucas moaned. “Yes, touch me, Caleb.”
“That’s all I can think about. I want to bend you over this sofa and fuck you until I’m buried inside you and you’re begging for me to pound you harder and harder.”
“Fuck, yes,” Lucas cried. “That’s what I need. I need you inside me. Taking me.”
Caleb kissed him again and they were soon gyrating against each other, moaning and close to losing complete control.
Caleb pulled back and Lucas looked down at him through heavy-lidded eyes. “Damn, you’re beautiful,” Caleb whispered as he brought up a hand to stroke Lucas’ cheek. But suddenly, he closed his eyes and removed his hand.
“What? What’s wrong?” Lucas asked.
“Nothing. Not really.”
Lucas blinked a couple of times before noticing Caleb’s inactivity. He climbed off Caleb’s lap and slid over. “What? Did I do something wrong?” He felt like an idiot. Never give in to a jock!
“No,” Caleb said and grabbed Lucas’ hand. “I did. First, by lying to you this morning.”
Lucas tugged away his hand. “What do you mean? When did you lie to me?”
Caleb grabbed the remote and paused the game while he shifted on the sofa, facing Lucas. “I told you I was only looking for a fun time. That I wasn’t looking for a commitment.”
Lucas’ heart pounded. “And that’s not true?”
“No. It’s not. I mean, it used to be. I’ve always thought I would find time for love and relationships once I made it to the Show, but what if that never happens? And what if…what if I meet theright person before that happens?”
Lucas swallowed hard. It was too early for Caleb to say that. It was too rash. “But you’re right about a couple of things. We did just meet. And—”
“And you don’t date men who aren’t out,” Caleb finished for him.
Lucas nodded and ran his fingers through his hair. “Wow. We kind of lost it for a little while there, huh?”
Caleb smiled. “So, I guess we have a lot to figure out. I didn’t want to go any further without being honest. And then I don’t want to take advantage of you. I’m still sure I don’t want to out myself yet.I’m not…not ready. And to be honest, I’m not sure it’s only because of my dream to make it to the Majors.”
Lucas’ hope for a chance with Caleb dissipated, but he wanted to be supportive. “Look. Coming out is avery personal thing, Caleb. I can’t make you do it, nor would I want to. Only you will know when it’s the right time. I can’t help you with that decision.”
Caleb nodded. “I guess this means we need to cool things down.”
Lucas tilted his head and studied the man next to him. He was definitely drawn to him, and not just physically, either. He liked that Caleb was being honest. “What if I said we could just take things very slow?”
Caleb grinned. “I’d like that.”
Lucas twined his fingers through Caleb’s. “Okay. Back to work. There’s a game tonight and I need more tutoring. Teach.”
Caleb laughed and unpaused the game, then they settled in, still holding hands.
* * * *
Several more hours passed until it was time for Lucas to head out.
“Wait!” Caleb ran to his room, returning with a baseball and a glove. “Take these and get used to the feel. It’s just an old practice set I have. You need to understand what it’s like to hold a baseball.”
Caleb spent a few minutes showing Lucas how to wear, use, and hold the glove. Lucas had to admit, Caleb was right. It did make it more real when he had the items in his hand.
“This has been fun,” he conceded as he packed up his laptop.
“I know. You’re a fast learner, Landry.” Caleb clapped him on the shoulder.
A shiver ran through Lucas and he tried not to remember their hot make-out session. Or the fact that while they’d watched the rest of the game, they’d sat side by side, thighs occasionally brushing against each other, still holding hands. It took all his willpower to keep from running his fingers through Caleb’s hair.
Caleb’s phone rang and he pulled it out of his pocket. “Dodson.”
Lucas watched as Caleb paced the room. God, the man was solid. His thigh muscles flexed under his jeans and carried him effortlessly across the room.
He turned away when his cock started twitching. The longer he was around Caleb, the more Lucas wanted him. There was something about Caleb that drew Lucas to him. An invisible pull that he couldn’t fight—didn’t want to fight, if he was honest with himself. Shit, he needed to get the hell out of Caleb’s apartment. He couldn’t think clearly.