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leaned down as Jamie pushed up from the counter, and that first kiss was like scoring the winning touchdown against the Wildcats all over again.
    Jamie swore he even heard a crowd cheering in the background, but that’s all it was – background noise. His whole focus became consumed with passing his tongue between Payton’s suckling lips and the play Payton’s hands were making against the towel. As Payton’s palm pressed over Jamie’s tented groin, Jamie let out a long-held moan.
    Payton’s hand pulled back, his eyes searching Jamie’s for direction; the same way they did during a hand-off. “I don’t wanna mess this up,” Payton whispered. “I... We could date first, or... Dammit, I want you, Jamie, but I want you more. Does that make any kinda sense?”
    Jamie smiled. It was the perfect play. “Yeah, it does. And, we will date. But right now, I’d really like it if you’d kissed me some more.”
    Just like out on the field, Jamie didn’t have to relay the instruction to Payton twice. With a boyish grin that turned all of Jamie’s insides to jelly, Payton leaned back in. The kiss was sweeter this time; a tease of Payton’s tongue across Jamie’s bottom lip. Experimental. Unpracticed, but full of potential.
    It had Jamie panting as Payton moved from Jamie’s lips to his neck. Then, Payton’s hand was back on the towel. Then under the towel. Then-
    “Mmmfuck,” Jamie squirmed as Payton’s big fingers gloved his cock like a forward pass.
    “You like that?” Payton whispered against Jamie’s neck. “I’ve never... With a guy...”
    “Feels good,” Jamie offered encouragement and thrust up against Payton’s palm.
    “God damn, hearing you say that has me so fucking turned on.”
    “Oh?” Jamie was all about turning Payton on, and couldn’t believe Payton may have a thing for dirty-talk like he did. “I love the way your hand feels on my cock, Payton; the way you stroke it. Can’t you feel how hard and wet my dick is for you?”
    Payton shuddered. “Fuck. You’re gonna make me blow.”
    “That’s the game plan.” Jamie untucked Payton’s shirt. “First, I want you out of this shirt.”
    Payton groaned, his fingers brushing across Jamie’s sac. “That means I gotta let go of your dick.”
    Jamie’s back arched as his balls tightened. “Momentary sacrifice,” he managed to huff out, not wanting the hand to move any more than Payton. “But, it’s all about the end game.”
    Payton grinned, slowly sliding his hand from under the towel. “Guess it’s only fair, seeing as how you’re practically naked.” He reached behind and pulled his shirt up from the back and over his head, giving Jamie a good show of flexing ab muscles and winking pectorals.
    “Dude,” Jamie groaned this time. “Now who’s trying to make who blow an early load?”
    Payton raised an eyebrow, but had a blushing grin. “Like what you see?”
    Jamie reached for Payton’s jeans and popped the button. “Since the day you jogged onto the field.”
    The man laughed at that. “Man, I thought it was just me, checking you out when I hoped to God no one was looking.”
    “Seriously?”
    Payton’s grin flat lined and his eyes darkened. Yanking the towel off Jamie’s groin, Payton’s voice went deep. “Seriously.”
    Then before Jamie could catch his breath or get Payton’s zipper all the way down, the big guy was on his knees, eyeing up Jamie’s cock. Payton’s tongue skirted his lips and his hands coasted up Jamie’s quivering thighs. “I’ve never... But fuck, I want to taste your cock so bad, Jamie.”
    Jamie wove his fingers into Payton’s damp hair. “If you want to, I won’t stop you. But, only if you want to. We can go as slow as you like.”
    “I want,” Payton said with determination in his voice, as if he was completely accepting his queer self and the desires he had. “We may need to go slow, because I got no practice in this, but I most definitely want your cock in my mouth, right