He pursed his lips and closed his eyes, refusing to get discouraged. But man, Max made that hard to do. Was just so impossibly confusing. Smiling and teasing one minute, fucking like a starved lover the next, then out of nowhere, losing his shit and now, the silent treatment amidst gentle caresses.
What in the shit was Sean supposed to make of that? His head was friggin’ spinning in Max’s wake.
Sean turned on his side before Max could stop him, and stared intently at Max’s face. Max met his gaze. His lips pressed tight, like he knew Sean was trying to figure him out. A prospect that evidently he didn’t like. Not if going by the way his jaw just tightened, or how he’d promptly ceased playing with Sean’s hair.
Sean opened his mouth. Max stopped it with his finger.
“No.” He shook his head. “I told you. Not tonight.”
“But—”
“Sean.” Max’s eyes flashed. “Do. Not. Push me.”
Sean scowled in frustration. So fucking obstinate!
Max frowned and looked away. “Your hour’s over.”
SIXTEEN
“Stop thinking about him,” Scott muttered, glaring at his reflection. “You’ve waited this long. What’s one more day?”
A day too fucking many.
Scott exhaled heavily and finished towel-drying his hair. Ever since Tuesday, when he’d covered that shift at the gym, he hadn’t been able to get Tad off his mind. Not because Tad had dropped by to sit in on Scott’s final class, or because they’d sparred a little bit afterward, one-on-one. But because after said one-on-one, Tad talked him into another. Not more kickboxing, though, like Scott had just been teaching. And definitely not in one of the facility’s public rooms. No, they’d ended up in a private class, facing-off for a few rounds of wrestling. Just him and Tad and a great big floor mat, playfully grappling behind closed doors.
Scott had to admit, Tad had surprised the hell out of him. Was ridiculously good at the sport. Turned out he’d been captain of the wrestling team in high school. Undefeated. Not a single peer had beaten him. No wonder Tad looked so charged when he challenged Scott to a match. He’d been utterly confident he would win. Even against Scott, who outweighed him by fifty pounds.
Man, it’d been fun, tangling shirtless on those mats. Granted, Scott wasn’t very versed at wrestling, but his strength and size made up for a lot of that. He’d actually put Tad on his back a few times before Tad’s superior skills finally won out. Again and again, he’d pinned Scott’s ass, even when Scott was giving it his all.
Fuck, that hour had been so fucking hot. Not that they’d wrestled the whole time. In hindsight, their spirited tangles had been more like a pregame. Just the kickoff to the night’s main event. When Scott—for the umpteenth time—had found himself pinned. Face-down. With Tad grinding against his ass. All that hot, rigorous scrambling had taken its toll, and Tad hadn’t been the only one turned on.
But unlike their previous romps, this night took an unexpected turn. And the turn was a huge one. For both of them. Huge because Tad topped for the very first time. And not just with Scott. First time ever. In truth, Scott had been his first for a lot of things. Because, until that night, Scott had always held the reins. It’d been necessary, though. Tad had needed it in the beginning. But last Tuesday proved he didn’t anymore. Last Tuesday on those mats, Tad had assumed control and fucked Scott better than he’d ever been fucked before.
In other words, the reason that night had been so huge for Scott. Sure, he’d bottomed countless times when he was younger. With boyfriends that were never exactly tender. Looking back, they weren’t lovers. They were assholes with dicks. And the main reason Scott ultimately stopped dating. Which, by default, meant he also stopped bottoming. Like for ten fucking years. Not one time. Yeah, he’d occasionally had one night stands, but he’d always topped for those. And those were few.
But when he finally went down that road again with Tad, it was kind of like the first time all over again. Because with Tad it’d been the way it was supposed to be. Emotionally engaging. Sensually stimulating. Intoxicating both the mind and the body. But most of all, it’d been with a guy who actually cared about him, too. He’d felt it in every touch, in every tentative murmur. Tad was falling for him as much as he was falling for Tad.
And if the incredible sex they had didn’t prove that, then the following kiss certainly did. Their very first one, as it were, and good God. Best fucking kiss of his life. So worth the wait, and truth be told, it’d made him fall even harder for Tad. Something he hadn’t thought was even possible considering the way he already felt.