Making a Splash
Austin thinks Vince is crazy for wanting him to dive competitively. He dives for beer and smokes, while working double shifts as a welder. Still, he’ll give training with Vince a shot.
But Austin isn’t willing to let Vince rule his life, and Vince—used to hopeful young athletes folding under pressure from him—finds Austin baffling… and hot. Even if they can work together and become more than friends, they still have a long way to go before they’ll be ready to compete.
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Austin looked up, eyes meeting his straight-on. “You full already?”
“For food, yeah.” Talk about being caught. He couldn’t have looked away if he’d tried. He didn’t try.
“I’m too tired to pretend I don’t want you. You’re gonna have to forgive me.”
“I’m pretty tired of pretending I don’t want you myself.” He took a breath, found himself swaying closer. “This is probably a bad idea,” he said softly, glance shifting between Austin’s lips and those eyes.
“Yeah. Shitty. C’mere. Kiss me.” Demanding little shit.
It made him smile, and he was still smiling as their lips pressed together. Oh, fuck. He was in deep shit. He could feel the contact down to his toes. Austin hummed and scooted closer, melting against him.
He slid his hands down Austin’s bare back, one coming to stop on that pretty jeans-covered ass, the other continuing to stroke along Austin’s spine. He licked at Austin’s lips, wanting in, wanting a proper taste. Spicy. Sharp. Male. Austin tasted good, mouth hot as those lips opened for him. Austin wrapped one of his hands around the back of Vince’s head, holding him, stroking lazy circles in his hair.
Sexy and hot, soft and hard in all the right places. Vince groaned as he slid his tongue through Austin’s mouth. He stroked Austin’s tongue with his own, fingers playing along Austin’s spine. The man might be a virgin, but he knew how to kiss, knew how to feel it and want it and show appreciation.
Vince let his eyes close and felt it right back, tangling his tongue with Austin’s now, his breath stolen. He tugged Austin closer, feeling that lean length pressed against him.
Austin shifted, moving to straddle his thighs, fingers framing his face. “Oh. Hey.”
“Hey.” He grabbed Austin’s ass with both hands and tugged him in so their pricks rolled together, the two layers of jeans maddening, delicious.
“Oh. Oh, fuck.” Those eyes went wide, Austin moving faster, pushing against him.
“Yeah, fuck.” He nodded and worked a hand between them, twisting open the button on Austin’s jeans. “Gets better.”
“Promise?” Long and hard, Austin was hung.
“Hell, yes. I promise.” He got Austin’s zipper undone and groaned happily as that heat pushed out into his hand. “Lots better.”
“Oh. Oh, fuck. Vince.” Austin’s head fell back, throat working, hips jerking and driving that prick into Vince’s palm.
“Sh. Sh. Hold on a sec. Let me….” He fumbled open his own jeans and brought their pricks together, wrapped one of his hands around them, and started working them together. “There. See?”
His only answer was a deep groan and the flush working its way up Austin’s flat belly. He leaned forward and grabbed one of Austin’s nipples between his lips, sucking and tugging on it, letting his tongue flick across the tip as his hand kept moving.
Austin went still, eyes watching him, lips parted. “Oh. Oh sweet fuck. I’m—I’m gonna. I can’t.”
“That’s the point, baby. Give it to me.”
He licked his way up, mouth closing over the artery where Austin’s pulse beat like a wild thing. Austin shot hard, hot, spraying over his hand, his cock, the smell rich and strong and sexy as fuck. Vince moaned, still working them, looking to keep Austin hard—the joys of youth.
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