READ AN EXCERPT BELOW
It’s chill — we’re a couple of straight guys, and this is just a bromance. A sweaty, grunty, sticky bromance. It can’t be more than that, not with my tennis career waiting— and no matter what my heart insists.
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“Holy fuck,” I grunt when I step into the hotel room and hit a wall of heat. “Do you always keep it like this?”
“Shit,” Everett groans, throwing his jacket off, and walks straight to the phone. “The heater was giving me problems. Damn it.”
I start dripping sweat as I pull my jacket off, too. There’s not much to the place, just a small kitchen area, a loveseat with a TV, a little desk, and then the bed.
“Three hours?” Everett asks, his voice strained. “Are you serious?”
I find a glass for water. “Three hours to fix it?” I ask.
Everett nods as he puts the phone down. “Shit. I’m sorry, man.”
I shrug. “It’s kind of nice. What is it, eighty degrees? And it’s in the forties outside.”
Everett laughs as he kicks his boots off. “I could have brought you back to a junkyard, and you still would have told me it was nice.”
I fan myself. “I’m the one with nowhere else to go.” I glance around. “Is there a couch or something for me?”
“I’ll sleep on the loveseat,” Everett says. “You take the bed, Reggie.”
“Uh, no,” I say, crossing my arms. “As your trainer, I will not accept you sleeping contorted on the loveseat all night.”
Everett raises an eyebrow. “You controlling where I sleep now, Reggie?”
I stand to full height, showing him he’s not the only one who can be cocky. “I am. Now get your ass in bed. We’ll share.”
Everett heads to the bedroom. “You’re lucky I’m about to pass out. I don’t have the energy to argue.”
I follow him in and pull my shirt off. “Are you drinking enough water?”
Everett redirects toward the bathroom. “And did you wash behind your ears, dear?” he teases over his shoulder, but I immediately hear him pouring a glass of water.
I don’t even consider sleeping in my clothes. It’s too hot for that.
So I kick my pants off, too, then stretch my arms above my head. We’ve already seen each other naked, so wearing my old gray boxer briefs shouldn’t be an issue.
Everett steps out of the bathroom and hands me a glass of water, looking out for me, too. I catch his eyes, moving down my body, and there’s something nice about having his attention.
“Fuck it,” he grunts and pulls his shirt off, too. “It’s too fucking hot.”
Everett kicks his pants away, stripping down to a pair of tight black briefs, and collapses on the bed. I crawl in next to him as he kicks the blankets away, and the scent of sweaty men fills the room
like a gym.
We lay there, side by side, both facing the ceiling. I think to myself that if Everett were gay or curious or whatever, this will be the time he might try for something with me. It will be okay if he does. I’ll be friendly about it, and it will mean we’ll get to talk about stuff, so in a lot of ways, it will be a good thing if he makes a move.
Our legs and shoulders are touching, and our breathing is heavy and steady.
“Fun night,” Everett says.
I stretch out, my feet almost reaching the end of the bed. “Yeah,” I agree. “Great night.”
My heart is pounding. The heat coming off of Everett and the heat of the room are getting to my drunk head. I can’t stop thinking about the sauna, and even though I try to squint my eyes shut and force it away, I can see Everett’s cock in my imagination.
Uncut and meaty, hard as steel between his legs.
Everett’s hand brushes mine as he stirs. “I’m going to sleep like a fucking log, man,” he says, turning on his side a bit to face me more.
I don’t know why, but I can’t help myself. I let my eyes glide down.
Everett’s package is full in his briefs, and as I watch, I see the bulge growing thicker.
He’s getting hard again. I stretch my legs, a strange wave of pleasure rolling across my muscles and tingling my skin. The room is thick with electricity, tension cutting through every breath. I hitch my
body a little closer to Everett’s without thinking of it, and warmth floods to my cock.
I’m not sure what’s happening except that I’m moving without thinking. Everett presses his body against mine, just hard enough that I can feel it, and as sweat drips down my chest, I see that his cock is fully hard.
My erection rises up, stiff and aching for touch. I almost turn and hide my arousal from Everett, but he’s just as hard. Instead, my breath heavy, I follow the drunken instinct that rises up from the core of me, and I drag my hand to my crotch.
“Shit,” Everett groans, throwing his jacket off, and walks straight to the phone. “The heater was giving me problems. Damn it.”
I start dripping sweat as I pull my jacket off, too. There’s not much to the place, just a small kitchen area, a loveseat with a TV, a little desk, and then the bed.
“Three hours?” Everett asks, his voice strained. “Are you serious?”
I find a glass for water. “Three hours to fix it?” I ask.
Everett nods as he puts the phone down. “Shit. I’m sorry, man.”
I shrug. “It’s kind of nice. What is it, eighty degrees? And it’s in the forties outside.”
Everett laughs as he kicks his boots off. “I could have brought you back to a junkyard, and you still would have told me it was nice.”
I fan myself. “I’m the one with nowhere else to go.” I glance around. “Is there a couch or something for me?”
“I’ll sleep on the loveseat,” Everett says. “You take the bed, Reggie.”
“Uh, no,” I say, crossing my arms. “As your trainer, I will not accept you sleeping contorted on the loveseat all night.”
Everett raises an eyebrow. “You controlling where I sleep now, Reggie?”
I stand to full height, showing him he’s not the only one who can be cocky. “I am. Now get your ass in bed. We’ll share.”
Everett heads to the bedroom. “You’re lucky I’m about to pass out. I don’t have the energy to argue.”
I follow him in and pull my shirt off. “Are you drinking enough water?”
Everett redirects toward the bathroom. “And did you wash behind your ears, dear?” he teases over his shoulder, but I immediately hear him pouring a glass of water.
I don’t even consider sleeping in my clothes. It’s too hot for that.
So I kick my pants off, too, then stretch my arms above my head. We’ve already seen each other naked, so wearing my old gray boxer briefs shouldn’t be an issue.
Everett steps out of the bathroom and hands me a glass of water, looking out for me, too. I catch his eyes, moving down my body, and there’s something nice about having his attention.
“Fuck it,” he grunts and pulls his shirt off, too. “It’s too fucking hot.”
Everett kicks his pants away, stripping down to a pair of tight black briefs, and collapses on the bed. I crawl in next to him as he kicks the blankets away, and the scent of sweaty men fills the room
like a gym.
We lay there, side by side, both facing the ceiling. I think to myself that if Everett were gay or curious or whatever, this will be the time he might try for something with me. It will be okay if he does. I’ll be friendly about it, and it will mean we’ll get to talk about stuff, so in a lot of ways, it will be a good thing if he makes a move.
Our legs and shoulders are touching, and our breathing is heavy and steady.
“Fun night,” Everett says.
I stretch out, my feet almost reaching the end of the bed. “Yeah,” I agree. “Great night.”
My heart is pounding. The heat coming off of Everett and the heat of the room are getting to my drunk head. I can’t stop thinking about the sauna, and even though I try to squint my eyes shut and force it away, I can see Everett’s cock in my imagination.
Uncut and meaty, hard as steel between his legs.
Everett’s hand brushes mine as he stirs. “I’m going to sleep like a fucking log, man,” he says, turning on his side a bit to face me more.
I don’t know why, but I can’t help myself. I let my eyes glide down.
Everett’s package is full in his briefs, and as I watch, I see the bulge growing thicker.
He’s getting hard again. I stretch my legs, a strange wave of pleasure rolling across my muscles and tingling my skin. The room is thick with electricity, tension cutting through every breath. I hitch my
body a little closer to Everett’s without thinking of it, and warmth floods to my cock.
I’m not sure what’s happening except that I’m moving without thinking. Everett presses his body against mine, just hard enough that I can feel it, and as sweat drips down my chest, I see that his cock is fully hard.
My erection rises up, stiff and aching for touch. I almost turn and hide my arousal from Everett, but he’s just as hard. Instead, my breath heavy, I follow the drunken instinct that rises up from the core of me, and I drag my hand to my crotch.
