Chapter 5
"I need a couple minutes," Colt said as they entered the bungalow's master bedroom. Jace's
nerves were back in full force, and if he was any judge, he figured Colt's were too. The man had
downed the last bottle of wine by himself in less than thirty minutes. Yeah, Colt was nervous,
which made Jace that much more anxious.
"We don't have to do this," Jace said. Colt attempted to pull his hand free from Jace's hold,
but he held on tight, keeping them in place. "I don't mind being on bottom. I love the feeling of
you inside me."
"No, I just need a minute, that's all. I've thought about this night for a long time. I want this,
and I want it with you." Colt kissed Jace's lips, a smile spread across his face. "I plan on doing
this often. Just be gentle with me, or not. Whatever." And with that, Colt gave a devilish smirk,
winked, and turned on his heel, not bothering to look back as he stepped inside the bathroom.
"Pour us some more wine," Colt called out as the door slammed shut behind him.
Jace stood in the middle of the room. The candles were there, unlit. He supposed they were
there for a reason, so he found the lighter and began to light each one. It took some time, there
had to be twenty-five candles placed around the room. Jace paused before lighting the last one,
looking up in the dresser mirror to see his blond hair in a windblown mess. He took a second to
straighten his haphazard hair before lighting the final candle.
About the same time, he heard the commode flush and the sink faucet turn off, but Colt
didn't come out. Jace stood in the middle of the bedroom, looking around. He spotted the bottle
of wine Colt left chilling in the stew pot by the bed. The bottle sat in cold water now, the ice in
the makeshift bucket completely melted. He didn't think Colt would care as he plucked the bottle
from the water and uncorked it, pouring two glasses. Colt still hadn't come out of the bathroom.
Jace looked down at himself. His swim trunks were dry, he thought he looked fine, but then
he lifted an arm and took a quick sniff. Yeah, he could use a quick shower. On a whim, he
grabbed his duffel and searched the house for another bathroom. He found a partial bath off the
living room. No shower, but he could sponge bathe, maybe do a quick sink wash of his hair. A
yawn slipped out, causing Jace to fish out his phone. Two in the morning, Kauai time, seven in
the morning, Texas time. He'd been up twenty-four hours, and he switched the water to cold to
help wake him up.
Jace managed everything pretty quickly. He shaved, washed his hair, cleaned his body,
paying close attention to his ass, and warred with himself the entire time as to whether he should
put on a clean pair of swim trunks. He loved that Colt had bought him these trunks.
As he debated, his mind slipped to the one thing he hadn't let himself consider since their
time in the locker room. What in the hell was happening between them? This was like a
whirlwind spinning completely out of control, making it hard to keep up. Yet somewhere
tonight, Jace's heart connected, and he hadn't stopped it.
Jace stood at the mirror, looking at his reflection, his swim trunks in hand, and he finally
yielded to the thoughts crossing his mind. Colt Michaels was in the other room, waiting for him
to come fuck him. Never in a million years would he have seen that coming. The nagging doubt
of a very well-planned practical joke didn't hold much weight anymore. Colt really seemed into
him. Colton Michaels for God's sake! Surreal didn't begin to describe this moment.
For nothing more than a shield, Jace tugged fresh swim trucks on before he cleaned up his
mess in the bathroom. By his estimation, he'd been in there about fifteen minutes. It was time to
get back, face this night, and see where he and Colt were really headed in all of this.
All the lights were off in the house. Only the lit candles flickering out into the hall guided
him to their room. He paused outside the bedroom door and listened. He could hear Colt
breathing and maybe drinking. Drinking from the open wine bottle, if the sloshing he heard was
anything to go by. Jace grinned at Colt's need for liquid courage.
Jace forced himself forward, rounded the corner, and stopped in the doorway. Colt was
lying sprawled out in the middle of the bed, completely nude. Damn! His wet dream came true.
Colt's muscular arms were propped behind his head, and he was staring intently at the ceiling,
obviously lost in thought. Colt's legs were open, his left leg bent and dropped to the side, giving
Jace a great view of his balls and flaccid cock.
Every one of Jace fantasies had Colt hung and apparently he didn't get it wrong. He never
got the chance to gawk during the time they'd spent together in the locker room. Honestly, he
couldn't remember most of what happened because he had been in such a state of blissful shock,
before he spent the rest of his time bent over, hanging on for dear life.
"Why are you dressed?" Colt asked, looking over with a skittish smile. He propped up on an
elbow when he noticed Jace in the doorway. His dark hair looked damp from a shower. Jace's
cock swelled at the breathtaking sight of Colt staring up at him. Something flashed in Colt's eyes
and his face began to cloud. "Are you having second thoughts?"
Colt was an open book, all his emotions showing right there on his face. This Colt was so
different from the self-assured, cocky guy he'd watched from afar. He clearly had two very
different personalities, and Jace was drawn to both.
"I wasn't sure if you needed more time," Jace responded to the first question, ignoring the
second. He slipped his thumbs under his waistband, sliding his swim trucks down until they
dropped to the floor. He stepped forward glad to see the approving smile spreading across Colt's
upturned face as he lay fully back on the bed. Jace licked his lips, watching Colt's cock stir to
life. Colt tracked his movements as he padded naked across the room toward the bed. Jace
climbed slowly on the mattress until he lay on his side, propped up on his elbow, facing Colt.
"You lit the candles," Colt said, and turned the bottle up, draining the wine before setting
the empty bottle back on the nightstand. He rolled back over, drawing Jace to him. "I'm pretty
drunk."
"You know, at any time, you can just tell me and we can switch. We don't—"
"I want this, Jace. I want you." Colt palmed the back of his head, tugging Jace down for one
of the most tender kisses of his life. Colt didn't rush. He eased himself back and pulled Jace
completely over him. Jace anchored himself on his forearm, and carefully pushed his leg
between Colt's spread thighs, all the while devouring his sweet mouth.
It didn't take long for Jace to slide his hand low and find Colt's balls. He held Colt's sack in
the palm of his hand; his fingers circled the base of his cock. He slowly massaged Colt's balls
and stroked him in the same rhythm as the kiss. His effort was rewarded by a thrust of Colt's
hips, jerking forward as a low moan escaped his lips.
Jace broke free from the kiss, and Colt protested, fighting the move until he realized Jace
intended to suck him. He spread his legs wider and slid his fingers into Jace's hair as he nibbled
and licked his way across Colt's chest. He teased each nipple with his tongue before continuing
to trail soft kisses down his stomach. Jace took his time until he reached the tip of Colt's cock.
Under his inspection, a drop of pre-come formed on the tip. Jace's mouth watered at the sight.
He needed to taste Colt like he needed to breathe, and his cock twitched in Jace's hand as if it
had read his thoughts. Jace gripped Colt tighter and lapped at the wetness. His eyes never strayed
from Colt's flawless face.
"We need condoms and lube. Did you bring any? I have some if we need them," Jace said.
Colt kept his intense gaze trained on Jace. Colt didn't say a word, but lifted his hand, fumbling
with something at the top of the headboard.
"I didn't want you to think I assumed this," Colt said. His voice came out deep and husky,
his need very clear. Colt produced massage oil, lube, and condoms, showing them to Jace before
dropping everything within easy reach. Jace reached for the bottles, but Colt stopped him,
pulling Jace toward him. Colt met him halfway. The kiss was hot, intense, and full of something
Jace couldn't name.
"Thank you for coming here with me." Colt kept Jace's face in his palms, his blue eyes
boring holes straight into his soul as he spoke the words.
"Promise to tell me if I hurt you," Jace whispered, running his thumb across Colt's bottom
lip.
"I want it to hurt a little," Colt whispered and bit at Jace's thumb. The move broke the spell
of the kiss, and Jace grinned, pushing the tip of his thumb between Colt's parted lips. He wasn't
disappointed with the swirl of his tongue. Colt sucked his finger in the rest of the way. He
couldn't help the moan, imagining his own cock in Colt's sinful mouth.
"You're so freaking hot, Michaels. As much as I love watching you suck my thumb, I have
bigger plans for you. I wanna show you how good this can be. I need to be buried balls deep
inside you, and I will be, but I want you good and relaxed before we start." Jace removed his
thumb and reached down to grip Colt's thick dick again. In one swift move, he slid down Colt's
muscular body, engulfing him almost to his root. A hiss came from above, giving Jace a clue
he'd done it right. All in all, this was where he excelled. Jace closed his eyes, opened his throat,
and deep throated Colt on his second try. Colt's hands threaded in his hair, and he could taste the
salty tang of Colt's orgasm already forming.
"Fuck that feels good," Colt growled. Jace lifted his gaze to see Colt's hooded eyes focused
on his mouth. He made a show of swirling his tongue up and around, delving in Colt's slit before
taking Colt deep again. This time he slid his fingers down Colt's crease. Colt gave a slight clench
as Jace circled his rim. As much as Colt wanted this, he wasn't ready and he needed him to relax.
He slid Colt back down his throat and buried his nose in Colt's dark curls. Colt's scent filled his
senses.
Jace's dick throbbed at the heady smell of raw male need mingled with the fresh coconut
bodywash he must have used in the shower. Jace wanted this experience to be perfect and he
wanted this to last. But he knew it wouldn't by the way Colt began to buck into his mouth. He
pulled his mouth from Colt's length.
"Don't stop." Colt gripped his arms as he rose.
"Shh, we're gonna do this right. Turnover." Under protest, Jace helped Colt to his stomach.
Colt tried to turn back, but Jace held him in place by straddling his thighs. Jace picked up the oil,
squirted some on his hands, and rubbed them together before he began to slowly massage Colt's
back. The deep moans turned sensual as Jace started at the broad shoulders.
Colt was built. His muscular body tanned, fit, and now well-oiled. Jace applied pressure to
Colt's back, making sure he paid special attention to his teres major and trapezius muscles as he
worked his way down, slowly and methodically. Colt groaned loudly as his firm muscles began
to unknot and relax, yielding under Jace's gentle persuasion. The massage turned into its own
kind of foreplay as Jace took the time and ran his hands up and down every inch of Colt's body.
"I love the way you feel. I want you so bad," Jace whispered. He couldn't resist taking small
nibbles of Colt's tanned skin, quickly replacing the small teasing bites with light kisses across
Colt's back and down his spine. Jace shifted his straddle, causing his cock to slide against Colt's
ass. Colt slightly lifted his ass higher at the contact, and Jace's cock wept with anticipation as he
slipped along the crevasse.
"You're killing me," Jace whispered, forcing his body to slow down.
"Yeah? Well, I think you're a tease, cheer boy," Colt mumbled, his voice partially muffled
by the pillow. Colt looked relaxed. His arms splayed out where Jace had thoroughly rubbed the
tension from each one of them. Jace smoothed his hands down Colt's spine, until he finally
started to massage Colt's ass. He kneaded each firm globe, and then used his thumbs to spread
Colt's ass cheeks as he slowly slid his finger over Colt's rim, admiring his puckered hole. The
move had Colt slightly lifting his ass, moaning at the subtle contact.
Jace tore his eyes from Colt and reached for the lube. After coating his fingers, he slowly
pushed one into Colt. He was tight at first, but Jace took the time and continued to work him,
pushing his finger deeper before adding another. He slowly scissored them.
"Oh, fuck! That feels so… different. Fuck, it feels real good!" Colt moved against his
fingers. The time he'd taken was working. Colt relaxed and opened up to him, and he watched as
Colt fucked himself on the digits.
"I wanna see you," Colt whispered into the pillow. "I wanna watch you." And he somehow
managed to turn over onto his back with Jace still straddling his legs.
"You're so beautiful, Jace. I need to memorize everything about you so I can remember this
moment while I'm on the road with the team and can't get home to see you." Colt's words were
slightly slurred, either from the wine or the relaxing massage. He didn't respond to Colt's words.
He couldn't. They said too much. Jace slid the condom in place, slicked his own dick with the
lube, and coated his fingers again before sliding his knee between Colt's thighs. Colt spread his
legs, and Jace moved in, pushing his fingers back into Colt, making sure Colt hadn't tightened in
the turn.
"I can tell you don't believe me. I know you don't, but I mean it. I wanna figure this out
between us. I want you waiting on me when I get home. I want this…" Colt's words faltered and
his cock began to leak pre-come over his stomach as he experienced the pleasure of Jace's thumb
rubbing his prostate.
"Fuck, that feels too good. I'm gonna come, Jace!"
"No, don't come yet." Jace reached up and gripped Colt's cock, squeezing it tight in his fist.
"Hold off, baby. I want to be in your ass when you come for me." Jace stared deep into Colt's
eyes, gripped his own cock, and rubbed the head against Colt's rim.
The moment was perfect. Jace pushed against the tight ring of muscle, and Colt instinctively
bore down, opening for him. The time Jace had taken to prepare Colt had worked. He slid easily
the rest of the way inside. He froze as his own world tilted on its axis as Colt's tight chute
gripped him.
Jace wasn't exactly sure what happened. One minute he was upright, looking down into
Colt's eyes, and the next, he was lying tangled in Colt's arms, resting on his chest. Colt's legs
were tightly wrapped around his waist, urging him deeper. Colt's body was moving with his in a
gentle, easy rhythm filled with more need than he had ever experienced in his entire life.
"You feel so good stretching me," Colt whispered and continued to roll his hips into Jace.
Jace kept his eyes closed, concentrating on not blowing his load too soon. Colt's breath tickled
his ear and neck, floating across his skin like a sensual touch. Jace anchored his forearms under
Colt's shoulders and placed his hands under the back of Colt's head, tangling his fingers in his
thick hair, all the while concentrating on carefully moving his hips.
"Am I hurting you?" Jace lowered his face to whisper in Colt's ear.
"Not in a bad way." Colt shifted his hips as he answered, pushing his head back against
Jace's palms, the cords in his neck strained when he lifted his hips trying to match Jace's thrusts.
"You're so tight. I don't know if I can hold off." Seconds passed as Jace worked up the
strength to move faster. He bent his knees, digging them into the mattress while pistoning his
hips. Colt wasn't letting him go. He had a death grip on Jace, using both his arms and his legs to
keep a tight hold. Jace managed to untangle his fingers from Colt's hair and slide his hand
between their bodies to grip Colt's cock. Colt jerked his hips forward and came instantly
between their bodies. Colt wasn't quiet when he came; he yelled unintelligible words as his body
tensed and gripped Jace tighter. Jace couldn't hold back any longer, either. The smell and feel of
Colt's release sent him quickly over the edge. Colt's ass clenched around him, milking Jace as he
drove harder inside Colt, shouting his name while riding out his own orgasm.
Everything stopped for Jace in that moment. The entire world came to a standstill as Colt
gripped him tighter. Colt hadn't relaxed after the orgasm; instead, he stayed tense and kept a
tight grip on Jace. He had no choice but to fall back onto Colt in a heap, letting him support his
entire body weight.
Neither spoke for a long time, both just lay there, panting. Colt kept him wrapped in his
arms for several long minutes while they caught their breaths.
"It was perfect, thank you," Colt whispered into Jace's hair. He was limp now, but still
inside Colt's body. Colt's hips were still angled up, keeping them together. "I wanna do that
again."
"You'll be sore, Colt," Jace whispered, kissing Colt's neck. He tried to rise again, but Colt
held him in place.
"It felt so good to have sex the right way. I don't wanna let you go. I don't ever wanna let
you go, Jace," Colt said and yawned deeply. Slowly the tension began to ease from Colt's body,
his arms relaxed their hold, and his legs loosened. Jace tried again to pull out of Colt. If he didn't
move soon, the condom would come free, but Colt still wasn't ready to let him go.
"I won't ever forget this night, it was perfect. You were perfect," Colt whispered. Again
another yawn slipped out, and Colt kissed the top of Jace's head.
"Thank you for tonight, Jace," Colt whispered again seconds before he heard a soft snore.
Finally, Jace untangled himself. It took a minute. The long night, all the alcohol, and the fortyfive
minute massage that ended with mind-blowing sex had taken a toll. Jace smiled down
sweetly at Colt as he crawled from the bed and stood.
They were a mess. There was definitely a wet spot in the bed and Colt was laying on part of
it, but he didn't seem to care. He slept as peaceful as a baby, and Jace again connected to Colt in
that minute. His breath hitched, his head swirled, and his heart skipped several beats. For the first
time in his life, Jace knew exactly what he wanted.
No way would this end well, it couldn't. He shouldn't let his guard down and tie himself to
a closeted Colt. Everyone on campus talked about Colt being a first round draft pick, and even if
that didn't happen, Colt was surely going to be picked up by some professional football team.
He'd have a long career in the NFL.
The NFL equaled jocks, and jocks equaled homophobes. They wouldn't be so welcoming if
Colt ever decided to come out. Jace certainly couldn't help the feelings developing inside him,
but his head was very clear on where all of this was headed. No matter how many times Colt told
him differently, Jace lived the life of a gay man in the sports world.
The only other clear option didn't seem appealing at all. Could Jace be Colt's hidden secret?
He looked down again at the sleeping Colt, before turning away. Shit!