“Oh, hey, I forgot to tell you, my parents are coming to visit in a few days. They called this morning and surprised me with the news. They’ll arrive on Wednesday and leave on Saturday.”
“Why aren’t they staying for the game?”
“They aren’t big football fans. They’ve been to a couple of games over the years, but it’s not their thing. I understand. Honestly, I didn’t care much for it until I started working at the stadium. Actually, I worked at the stadium in Rutherford for three years before I even watched a game on TV.”
“Are you kidding?”
“Nope. It just wasn’t something we did. Now, I love it.”
“Can you take any time off while they’re here?”
“Their plane doesn’t get in until after eight on Wednesday night, so I’m going to send a car to pick them up at the airport and bring them to the stadium. That way I can work late. Then I’m taking off Thursday and Friday, but I’ll be available if something major comes up that Hope can’t handle.”
“Good. I’m glad you can spend time with them.”
“Do you want to meet them? It’s fine if you’re not ready. I hate not to see you for three days, but I know you’re not comfortable telling people about…” he trails off, waving his hand between us.
I sit back in my chair and take a long sip from my glass of wine.
“I would love to meet them, but I’m not sure I’m ready for them to know about us.” Evan’s face drops. Damn. The last thing I want to do is hurt him. I should have chosen my words more carefully.
“Okay,” he speaks barely above a whisper.
“Evan, please understand. What if they tell someone?”
“They won’t.”
“I’m sure they won’t, but I… I’m… scared.”
“I know you are, and I respect how you feel. We don’t have to tell them, but I can’t promise my mom won’t figure it out.”
“Can I think about it?”
“Of course.”
The rest of dinner is only slightly awkward.Good job, Isaac. Way to ruin a perfect evening. You need to get over yourself or you’re going to lose the best thing that’s ever happened to you,I silently chastise myself.
An hour later, we’re back home, relaxing on the couchwith another glass of wine. I’ve had too much and I’m going to regret it in the morning. I rarely have this many drinks in one night even during the off season.
Evan is still on edge, and I don’t how to change the course of our night. I’m afraid he’s going to choose to go home. More than anything, I need him in my bed tonight. I need to know we’re okay. I can handle another night without sex. Hell, we don’t even have to kiss as long as he snuggles close, and I can hold him in my arms.
Without a word, Evan takes my glass and sets it on the table next to his. He shocks me when he straddles me. He slides one hand along my jaw then follows it with small kisses. Instead of kissing my lips, he continues peppering kisses down my neck then up to my ear, tangling one hand in my hair. I wrap my hands around him, pulling him closer. He crashes his lips against mine, pushing his tongue into my mouth, his kiss is urgent and needy. He pulls back long enough to take off my shirt then his own before his mouth is on mine again. He pushes against me, and the contact sends shock waves rolling through me.
“I want you,” he mumbles against my lips. It takes a second for my brain to function and process his words. My eyes go wide. Before I have a chance to respond, he rasps, “Take me.”
With those words, I stand up and Evan wraps his legs around me. I carry him to my bed and drop him onto the soft mattress, hovering over him.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. I need you inside me. I love you, Isaac, and I can’t wait another minute to make love to you.”
I stand up long enough to take the rest of my clothes off and grab the lube and a condom from the dresser. When Iturn back to Evan, he’s naked and on his back a little further up on the bed.
“Gorgeous,” I growl. I toss the lube and condom on the bed and kneel between his legs, leaning down to kiss him. Slowly, I lick down his chest over one nipple, sucking on it then the other before making my way down to his tip. I lick the drop of pre-cum and harden more at the sound that escapes Evan, a sound somewhere between pleasure and pain. I get it. My dick is painfully hard right now. Sitting back, I squeeze lube on my fingers and carefully work one into Evan.
“Oh, god,” he moans.
“Told you, you’d call me god,” I tease. His eyes darken and a smile plays at his lips, but it turns into another moan when I push a second finger inside.