“You two might want to stay out of the public eye for a while,” Damon says to Ollie and Soren. “Lay low for a few days, and maybe don’t go back to your apartments.”

Soren nods. “I can get a hotel room or something.”

“Not under your own name,” Damon says. “If you get stuck, you can come to Brooklyn and stay with me and my boyfriend.”

Surprise etches itself onto Soren’s face. “Are you taking on new clients? I’ve been trying to get a hold of my agent all day, and he’s not answering the damn phone, and here you are running your client around and offering your house to someone who isn’t even one of your players?”

Soren doesn’t know it, but that’s just the type of guy Damon is. Last year, I interviewed him, and it was easy to tell the world how great he is and how he’s an agent for all the right reasons, not for the ten percent of multimillion-dollar contracts. Sporting Health didn’t publish it because it wasn’t strictly sports related, but I was able to shop it around to other publications, and it was picked up by Sports Illustrated. It put Damon King on the map and was my first massive publication.

Damon breaks into a half grin. “Come stay with me, and we’ll talk.” He turns to us. “Ollie, you got a place to stay?”

“He can stay with me at Noah and Matt’s,” I say.

They’re back from Fiji now, but I’m sure they won’t mind Ollie crashing for a night or two until shit settles down.

Damon purses his lips. “As long as I don’t have to explain to the press tomorrow about Matt Jackson shacking up with his boyfriend and the newly outed hockey player—because we all know that’s how they’d spin that—I’m cool with it.”

“I think everyone’s under the impression Matt and Noah are still on vacation, and no journalists came around the house while I’ve been staying there,” I say.

Ollie leans in. “You say that as if you’re not one.”

“After this, I don’t know how long I will be one.” And that scares me more than anything else that’s happened today.

My threat to quit if Harry ran a story outing someone against their will was real, but now we’ll never know because we beat them to it. Having said that, I don’t know if I want to work for someone who even contemplated it.

But what other options do I have? Everyone knows print media is dying. Jobs are rare, and wages are low. I need to play this smart and bite my tongue until I can figure out what to do.

“Whoa,” Soren says, “you’re dating a journalist? You’re brave.”

“Nah, I’m just super irresistible. Clearly.” I gesture to my nerdy self.

“He’s being self-deprecating, but he doesn’t realize how true that is.” Ollie’s lips land on my cheek, and even though I put up a front by rolling my eyes, I’m giddy on the inside, and that mushy feeling I woke up with this morning is back.

Damon offers us a lift back to the city, seeing as he has to go that way anyway, so the four of us climb into his car.

It doesn’t take even five minutes for Ollie’s hand to start wandering over my thigh, and I have to stop him from practically groping my dick numerous times.

Damon and Soren talk in the front, seemingly oblivious, but still. I give Ollie my best scowl, which only makes him smile. Of course. His new favorite thing is torturing me, it seems.

“Should’ve caught a cab,” Ollie mutters.

“I wouldn’t have let you touch me in a cab, either, Mr. Grabby Hands.”

“But I’m totally allowed to now. Whenever and wherever I want.”

“Uh … not to eavesdrop or anything,” Damon says from the front, “but that’s not a good idea. Especially in public.”

“Wait, I’m out now, and I still can’t touch my boyfriend in public?” Ollie asks.

My heart skips a beat at the boyfriend label again. I have no idea how we’re going to make this work, but fuck, I want to.

With my job in limbo right now, I don’t know what that’ll mean.

“Let things die down a bit first,” Damon says, and I frown.

I understand it, but I feel sorry for Ollie. He finally gets his chance to be out and he’s told to still hide it.

Ollie’s hand grasps mine. “What are you thinkin’ so hard about over there?”

“Nothing to worry your pretty little head about.”

“There you go calling me pretty again,” he grumbles.

“You are kinda pretty.” Soren turns to us from the passenger seat with a charming smile showing off the dark scruff on his face.

Ollie chuckles at me. “I think you’re growling. Are you trying to growl? Fuck, that’s adorable.”

“I’m not growling,” I argue. “I’m not that dumb. Soren could snap me in half.”

“I’m not after your man,” Soren says. “I’m after my own.”

“Any guy in particular or any random one?” I ask.

He barks out a laugh. “An ex. Broke up because I wasn’t out. That’s fixed now, so I guess I’ll make myself grovel to get him back.”

Damon pulls up to Noah’s house and double-parks to let us out. “I’ll call if there’s any developments you should be aware of, but I doubt anything unexpected will pop up.”

We’re no sooner out of the car before Ollie’s dragging me to the steps leading to Noah’s front door.

Climbing stairs without paying attention to where my feet are going is harder than I’d thought it would be, but I don’t care when I have Ollie’s mouth on me. His hands are all over me, and his lips trail down the back of my neck.

We make it to the landing, and I go to push open the door, but it’s locked.

“Awesome,” I say.

“Why’s it being locked awesome?”

“Because they only ever lock it when they’re out.”

“And how are we getting in?” he asks nervously, as if I’m about to ask him to break into Noah’s six-million-dollar mansion.

“I have my key, and I have plans for you.”

That perks him up. “Plans? What plans?”

I fumble with my keyring and open the door. “Why don’t we go shower, and then you’ll find out?”

Ollie dips his head, his breath ghosting along my skin as we stumble inside. “Can’t I find out now?”

I shut the door with my foot and pull Ollie toward the stairs. “No. We both have plane on us, and I want you clean for what I want to do.”

Ollie’s eyes light up. “Are you going to fuck me?”

I was worried he might ask that, but I’m hoping what I have in store will make up for it. My lips land right by his ear as I whisper, “I want to fuck you with my tongue.”

“Sweet Neil Patrick Harris in a harness,” he mutters, and I laugh.

“Did you steal my line?”

He starts moving faster, and suddenly he’s the one dragging me. “Like you said. Sometimes fuck just isn’t enough.”

I have to laugh at how fast he runs up the stairs. The sound of the shower hits my ears before I even reach the top step.

Ollie hasn’t shut the guest bathroom door, and the sight of him getting undressed has my feet moving as urgently as his were.

But before I know it, we’re both naked and under the spray of the hot shower. The water beats down on us, and Ollie pulls me in close.

I moan into his mouth as he kisses me while his hand trails down my back.

Pushing him off me, I turn him so he faces the wall. “This is about your ass. Not mine.”

He says something under his breath I can’t understand but braces himself on his forearms against the wall and sticks his ass out, ready for me.

My hands lather some body wash and massage it into Ollie’s shoulders and neck. His head lolls to the side and he hums in contentment, but as I work my hands lower, going slowly over his shoulder blades and then down his sides, his calmness is replaced with whines of want and impatience.

A soapy finger trails down his spine, and he shivers.

“Pull your ass cheeks apart for me,” I order.

Ollie obeys immediately and rests his forehead on the tiles in front of him.

My finger moves down lower and circles Ollie’s hole. He grunts, and instead of giving him what he wants, I toy with it some more and refuse to put him out of his misery.

I pour more soap on my hands and work his front, including every inch of skin above his waist.

“Lennon,” he whines.

“Mmmhmm …”

“God, I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.”

I laugh. “Oh, sorry, is this what you want?”

Finally, I bring my hand back around and slowly press my middle finger inside him.

“Yessss.” His whole body shudders, and he sticks his ass out even more.

“Impatient.”

“Of course, I’m fucking impatient. You can’t promise me a tongue fucking and then take your time. That’s like …” He breathes heavy as my finger works him over, inching that little bit farther inside him before I pull it back and then slowly torture him again as I do it again.

“Like?” I ask.

“Like bad.”

I love him like this. Incoherent and begging. I pull away, and he whimpers.

“Where are you going now?” he whines.

“We’re going to bed. Because I’m gonna make this last way too long for me to get on my knees on the cold tiles.”

“Fuck,” he hisses and grips the base of his cock hard. “Or it’s gonna be all over before you barely even do anything.”

I chuckle. “Or that.”

We both rush to make sure we’re properly clean and quickly rinse off. Toweling off is even quicker, and I have him on his hands and knees on my bed faster than he could skate during a power play.

Our towels are discarded on the floor, and my cock wishes I was the one on my hands and knees.

No, this is about him.

As much as I want to take my time, Ollie’s not into the whole wait for it to build until you come so hard you go blind thing that I love.

The first flicker of my tongue over his hole has him begging for more. I suck two fingers into my mouth, coating them in saliva. When I go back working him over with my tongue and loving every reaction I pull from him, I can barely contain my own arousal.

I add a finger and then two, working him over with both my tongue and my hand, and he turns into a blubbering mess.

His hands fist my comforter, he groans loud enough to wake the dead, and I’ve never been more thankful to be home alone.

My mouth moves lower to his sac and then his long cock hanging heavy between his legs while my fingers peg his prostate.

His ass clenches around my fingers, and his balls draw up tight. Right when I think he’s gonna lose his mind and shoot all over my bed, he rasps, “Stop.”

I freeze, my fingers still lodged inside him. “What’s wrong?”

“I want … I want …” He breathes too heavy to get it out.

For a moment, I wonder if he’s asking me to fuck him. I’d do it for him, but I’d probably last a whole one point six seconds inside his insanely tight ass. It’s a snug fit for my fingers. My dick has no hope.

“Don’t wanna come yet,” he says, and I smile.

Guess he’s not so against edging after all.

“Let me know when you’re ready to go again,” I murmur and place slow kisses up his back.

He nods. “I’m good now.”

I don’t change anything—just continue to mouth his hot skin along his spine.

“I said I’m good.” His voice, so gravelly, makes my dick ache.

Instead of going back to massaging his prostate, I withdraw my fingers and go back to licking and teasing, using my hands to spread his cheeks apart so I can dive in.

Fuck, I wish I had more hands. I need to touch my cock. I need to touch his cock. There’s a whole lot of neediness that I can’t get to right now.

Ollie’s hips start rocking back, trying to take my tongue deeper, and as much as I’d love to put the brakes on again and torture him some more, I’m the one getting to the point of no return.

A light breeze could have me coming in moments.

The way he writhes beneath me, his body begging for more, and knowing I’m the one doing it is probably one of the hottest things I’ve ever experienced.

My fingers go back to his ass and slip inside with ease. My free hand snakes around his front and starts stroking his cock.

I find myself involuntarily grinding against the back of his thigh.

My name on Ollie’s lips as his cock swells in my hand has me wishing for my own release, and as soon as Ollie collapses on the bed completely spent, I use his cum as lube and take myself in my hand.

With Ollie’s hot body underneath me, all sinewy muscles and tattoos … I get close with only a few strokes. But when Ollie turns his head and sees what I’m doing, he breathes a loud, “Fuck yeah, come on me.”

Who knew that would be enough to send me over the edge? I convulse as ropes of cum hit his back and the top of his ass, and if I thought Ollie was hot covered in his own cum, it’s nothing compared to knowing it’s mine marking his skin.

When I’m completely empty, I try to climb off, but Ollie rolls over and pulls me down on top of him. My limbs become weightless and my mind fuzzy as he wraps his arms around me.

Complete satisfaction doesn’t begin to describe this moment.