Now he was the one babbling. I hadn’t mentioned the Galveston thing to him for fear of hurting his feelings, but this was the first I’d heard of the Florida story. “They left you and fucked off to Florida without you?” I’d heard some shitty stories about the Vinings overlooking Mikey or even borderline bullying him in some cases, but this was the worst.
He shrugged. “They thought I was with them. Supposedly, my brother Eddie told Mom I was in the back of the car lying down because I didn’t feel well. When they got to the airport and realized he’d been lying, it was too late to go back for me. I guess? They offered to fly me out the next day, but I had a Calculus test.”
Jesus. “Forget what I said about your dad being a good guy,” I muttered. “I fucking hate your family.”
At least it explained why he was in a strange mood. Family drama could do that to you. I knew especially from the many times my father had pressured me about football. Sometimes I questioned whether I did this job for him or myself. I loved football, but I didn’t love prioritizing it above everything else in my life.
Mikey shoved his own plate away and stood up before coming over and squeezing himself into my lap. He straddled me with his back to the table and slid his hands up my chest before wrapping them around my neck. He looked so tired. I wanted to baby him and coddle him until he felt strong and happy again.
“I’ve had this fantasy low-key playing in my head today,” he said, leaning in to press a kiss to the edge of my mouth. I tried turning my head to get another one full on the lips, but he dodged me with the barest hint of a teasing smile. “And I was wondering if maybe we could do less talking and more fantasy role-play.”
I’d never done anything remotely resembling “fantasy role-play,” but I had to admit the idea intrigued me.
“What exactly did you have in mind for this role-play?” I moved my arms around him and snuck my fingers down into the back of his pants.
“Well, I miss our house in Aster Valley, and I miss wandering through the snowy forest out back. So I was thinking back to that and started fantasizing about some poor, adorable fool—a Texan chef, probably—getting lost in the woods during a blizzard.” He stopped and leaned in to nip a spot under my chin. “And a big, muscled guy—who looked shockingly like the Riggers wide receiver—came across the fool’s little half-frozen self.”
“Poor baby,” I murmured, moving my finger along the crease between his cheeks.
“Right? And so I—I mean the chef—needed resuscitating, but not the kind with a Saint Bernard and wooden barrel of whiskey. This was the kind of reviving that required getting naked in a shared sleeping bag in a sex cave. By candlelight.”
I huffed a laugh into his hair. “I like it so far. Continue.”
Mikey’s hands moved back to my chest and squeezed my pecs before moving down my stomach to my pants. “But no matter how much naked cuddling they did, and it was a lot, the chef still couldn’t get warm.”
“Oh no. What did the football-dude do? Was he able to come up with a better plan?”
Mikey nodded solemnly. “He did. He took one for the team and inserted heat directly into that poor little Texan using his giant mpfh!”
I slammed my mouth into his and stood up, ignoring our plates of half-eaten food abandoned on the table. Mikey’s legs wrapped around my waist as I carried him to my room. We kept kissing like we were starving for it, like we hadn’t had access to each other’s mouths in days.
When I tossed him down on the bed, I stripped off my clothes as fast as I could while he did the same. I grabbed lube and a condom from the bedside table and climbed onto the bed on top of him.
Mikey was already breathless. “Did I mention the mountain man had to fuck the guy face-first into the floor of the cave? Because he did. Hard.”
“Mm-hm,” I grunted, pressing my throbbing cock against the inside of his thigh. “Poor dumb Texan needed to be taught a lesson about getting lost in the woods, didn’t he?”
His eyes were bright with need as he nodded rapidly. “So, so much.”
I leaned down and kissed him again before pulling back and shoving him over onto his front. He whimpered and pulled his knees up under him until his ass was on full display. I didn’t wait. I leaned right in and licked a stripe up his crease. Rimming him was my new favorite thing. It made him beg and squirm until my dick was like granite.