Chase moved tentatively as I slowly unbuttoned his jersey. He’d never been hesitant in the least when it came to making love. I kissed him again, and he slowly raised his hands to my chest. He moved like an old man with arthritis. I asked, “What’s up? Your swings in the game weren’t what we usually see, and now…”

He shrugged and said, “I guess I’m still reeling about the Philadelphia job.” He traced the name Yellowjackets across my jersey with a fingertip. The movement was slow, and he left out the flourishes that usually accompanied his feverish engagement with my uniform.

I suggested, “Let’s get undressed and sit on the bed. Maybe we can talk about this. I want you inside me tonight, and I want you to enjoy it. We need to get rid of the distractions for that to happen.”

Chase nodded, and he painstakingly completed the unbuttoning of his jersey. He whispered, “Distraction…I think that’s the same word Huggins used. Can we drop that word from the vocabulary for now?”

I slipped my jersey off and removed my shoes. I said, “I know it’s hard, but I hate having to hide from the world. You’re the best thing in my life, and I want everyone to know.”

I heard a moan that sounded like pain instead of pleasure. Looking down at Chase, I saw him slowly pushing his pants down. In a dull tone of voice, he said, “But I want to be IN your life, too.”

“You will be. You’ll always be in my life. What are you thinking about?” I watched him sit on the bed and prepare to pull down his boxer briefs. I was already naked and stepped up beside him leaning down to kiss the top of his head.

“For four months of the year. That’s one-third of the year. We can only be full-time lovers for one-third of the year.”

As soon as Chase was naked, I sat beside him. I whispered, “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful both inside and out.” I reached out and touched my hand to his bare chest teasing a nipple with a fingertip.

Chase pushed down with both hands on the bed and scooted himself toward the head. I saw a slight wince again, and he lay his head heavily on the pillow.

I slid up to his side and reached a hand out to his cheek. “Something’s up. You’re hurt, and I see it. What’s going on? Don’t hide it from me.”

He stared back at me with his dark brown eyes. “It’s been a bad day. Maybe tonight will be better. I pulled something in my shoulder, and I can’t stop thinking about losing you. I think we’ll have to be gentle tonight.”

“Will you let me take the lead for a change?”

“I don’t think I have a choice. You’re in charge, Coach.”

I kissed him gently. Chase parted his lips, and he moaned softly when our tongues touched. I began to let my fingers roam over his muscular body. “You’re tense. I think the pain must be worse than you’re letting on.”

“It’s not so bad. I’ll talk to the trainer tomorrow if it’s not any better. Will you talk to Huggins?”

I trailed my kisses down the side of his neck. “What do you want me to tell him.”

“Tell him to go away. I want them all to go away.”

I chuckled softly as I licked at Chase’s collarbone. “We need our own little island. Just you, me, the beach, the sunshine…”

“And coconuts…lots of coconuts.” Chase closed his eyes, and he moaned again when my hand found its way to his cock.

“Bananas, too?” I asked as I very slowly stroked his cock. He was rock hard and the veins pulsed against my grip.

“Mmm, that feels so good. Yeah, bananas.” His eyes were still closed, and I continued the trail of kisses down the sculpted valley between his pecs. I knew Chase’s body well already, but I felt like I was exploring it in a new way. I was taking the journey slower than ever before, and Chase responded to every touch with a light moan or a ragged breath.

I whispered, “I love you, Chase.” Then I kissed my way down the light, wispy trail in the center of his abs.

“Mmm, I love you. Take me to the island, Coach.”

It was the first time we each said, “I love you,” and it rolled off our tongues so easily. I smiled.

I started to tell him stories about our lives together on a deserted island. While I kissed him where his thighs met his pelvis, I said, “I see you like a God on the beach spearing fish for our dinner.”

He whispered, “Only like a God?”

I laughed and nibbled at the base of his cock. “Excuse me. I see Chase, the God of baseball, spearing fish for our dinner.”

“Better.” He squirmed when my tongue touched the throbbing head of his cock. His fingers tangled in my hair. “Don’t stop the story.”

“It’s hard to talk with my mouth full.”

Chase giggled. I’d rarely heard him giggle, but it was a sweet sound when it happened. It wasn’t like a schoolgirl. The tone was much too deep for that, but it was a giggle.

I parted my lips and ever so slowly swirled my tongue around his sensitive head. His fingers continued to rake through my hair, but he didn’t grip. He wanted me to take it slow and gentle.

I pulled back from the head and whispered, “And one day that God met a shipwrecked sailor. He was blown slightly off course and washed up unconscious on the beach.”

Chase whispered, “I bet he was a handsome fucker.”

“Almost as handsome as the God of baseball.” I stopped talking and swallowed Chase’s cock further into my mouth. I sucked my cheeks in to increase the friction and started to bob my head back and forth.

Chase muttered, “Oh, fuck,” and then he added his twist to the story. “The sailor was naked, too. Somehow the wreckage of the ship or maybe an unfriendly octopus ripped the clothes from his body as he floated to shore.”

I pulled back from the cock, and it made an audible pop when his head left my mouth. I said, “Poor sailor,” and stared up at Chase’s handsome, relaxed face.

His eyes fluttered open, and he raised his head to look at me. “I was about to say that he was a very lucky sailor.”

“Oh, don’t let me interrupt the story.” I wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock and returned to sucking. Each time my head bobbed, the cock head slipped a fraction of an inch deeper toward my throat.

Chase’s deep, throaty whisper continued the story. “The God of baseball knew how to perform artificial respiration.”

I grinned to myself. I took the cock so slowly that my gag reflex never engaged. It was a first time for that, and Chase grunted when I swallowed against his head. The muscles in my throat gripped him tight and then released.

“The sailor was so handsome that the rescue was more like a kiss. The sailor suddenly coughed, and he could breathe again. When the baseball God pulled back…oh DAMN!!”

I was doing my best to blow Chase’s mind. I quickened my stroke at the base of his cock and held the head in my throat giving myself just enough space to breathe. I cradled his balls in my other hand, and they were beginning to ride up. I knew that I didn’t have long to wait for the eruption.

Chase was on the edge, and I pulled my mouth back to let him ride there for a moment. I stared up into his face, and his eyes were open and watering. I asked, “Did they live happily ever after?”

“Oh fuck, I’m so close. Don’t stop, Aaron…please…”

I stroked his cock hand over hand and stared into his eyes. “Answer the question.”

I lowered my head and took him into my mouth again. One of my hands drifted up over his muscular torso, while the fingers of the other hand stroked. Chase blurted out, “Oh yes, yes…happily ever after…the God and the sailor happy…FOREVER!”

Chase bellowed like a bull after the last word, and his cum shot into my throat. I swallowed hard. It was a huge load, and some of it leaked out of the corners of my mouth. My fingers kneaded at his chest and I sucked to make sure I got every single drop.

He reached down and tugged on my arm. “Get up here beside me.”

I followed his request and slid forward placing my head beside his on the pillow. While we kissed, he reached down and proceeded to give me the most sensuous of slow hand jobs. I whispered, “Thank you for the story.”

“We’re going to make it true. Tell me that we’ll make it come true.”

I leaked precum over his fingertips, and my body shuddered, as he took me to the edge. In my best defiant tone, defiant against the rest of the world, I insisted, “We’ll make it come true. Over and over again!”

My body shuddered once more, and I knew that I was on the edge of the cliff ready to fly. I buried my face in the side of Chase’s neck and growled just before my cock erupted and shot ropy white cum over Chase’s sculpted abs. I was breathless, but I’d never felt happier in my life than I did at that moment. I whispered again, “I love you, Chase. I’ll love you forever.”