His head hit the back wall with a soft thud, and he let out a choked sound, his fingers digging into my shoulders. “Ryan… we have to… the game…”
“The hell with the game,” I rasped, trailing my lips down to the sensitive spot right below his ear. “Right now, it’s just us. Four rows away from the rest of the world.”
The danger of it—the thin door separating us from our entire professional lives—made everything ten times more electric. I felt him shudder against me, his breath hitching as I pressed him firmly against the wall, showing him exactly how much he’d affected me.
I go to his pants. “Ryan, we can’t-”
“Shut it, Oz. I need this cock. I need you.” I growled back. I unzip his jeans, taking out his cock.
Ozzie’s breath hitches, his cock already hard in my hand. I stroke him slowly, my thumb circling the tip, spreading the pre-cum that’s already beading there.
“Fuck, Ryan,” Ozzie moans, his head falling back, his hips bucking into my touch.
I drop to my knees, my tongue replacing my hand. I lick him from base to tip, my eyes locked on his. “You taste so fucking good, Oz,” I murmur, my breath hot against his skin.
I take him into my mouth, my tongue swirling around his shaft, my lips tight around him. I can feel him throbbing, his cock pulsing with need. I sucked him with fucking greed. His cock tasted like salt and of him. That’s just what I want.
Ozzie’s hands tangle in my hair, his hips moving in time with my mouth. “Oh god, Ryan,” he gasps, his voice barely a whisper. “I’m gonna… come.”
Please fucking do. Come for your Cap.
I pull off him, my hand replacing my mouth. I stroke him hard and fast, my thumb pressing against the sensitive spot just beneath the head. “Come for me, Oz,” I command, my voice rough with desire. “I want to see you come.” I stroke him as I look at him.
Ozzie’s body tenses, his cock twitching in my hand. He comes with a cry, his cum spilling over my fingers, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm. I lick my fingers clean, my eyes never leaving his. “Good boy. You did well for me.”
“Fuck, Ryan,” Ozzie pants, his body limp, his eyes heavy-lidded. “That was… that was amazing.”
I stand up and kiss him deeply. He can taste his cum on my tongue, his cum still on my lips that I fucking tasted. He moans into my mouth, his body pressing against mine.
I break the kiss, my breath ragged. “No, Oz,” I murmur, my voice rough. “You’re amazing.”
Ozzie smiles. “You’re not so bad yourself, Lindson.”
I smile. God, I fucking love this man.
5
OZZIE
My legs felt like jelly as I stood on the vibrating floor of the bus bathroom. Ryan decided to fuck my cock a second time, while I was on that small bathroom counter. He wanted more of my skin. And yet, it felt great.
The air was thick and humid, the scent of us trapped in the tiny, blue-lit space. Ryan was right in front of me, his chest heaving, his eyes dark with a heat that hadn’t quite cooled yet.
“God… that was perfect…” Ryan breathed. He leaned his forehead against mine for a second, his skin damp with sweat.
Yes. It was.
I couldn’t even find my voice. I just nodded, fumbling with my belt and trying to make sure my hoodie didn’t look like it had just been through a localized hurricane. We had just risked everything—our reputations, our careers, our standing with the team—all for five minutes of frantic, whispered bliss while thirty other guys sat just feet away.
“I better go.” I reached for the door handle, my heart still racing at a hundred miles an hour. I needed to get back to my seat before someone started knocking. Before someone found out.
“Oz, wait.”
I turned back, my hand on the lock. Ryan reached out, his large hand catching my bicep. He didn’t pull me back into another kiss, though I wouldn’t have fought him if he did. He just looked at me, his expression softening into something I’d never seen him show on the field. It wasn’t the “Captain” look. It was just Ryan.
“You’re perfect, Oz,” he said, his voice a low, steady rumble that vibrated in my chest. “Really.”
I felt a flush creep up my neck that had nothing to do with the heat of the room. “You’re just saying that because I’m the only one who can turn a double play with you,” I joked, trying to shield myself with my usual sass.