Harmless(9)

It was great to see you tonight. Wondered if maybe you'd like to get together. Hang out. Talk. Maybe you could stop by my house for a drink sometime.

There. That sounded hetero enough.

He hit send.

Seg didn't expect a response, but he needed to make the effort. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop thinking about Roan. For months on end, he had thought about the man. Fourteen months, to be exact. To the point of distraction even. The fact that he'd stressed over being outed could've very well been the underlying reason for Seg's shitty end to the season last year. The team was going through some major changes right now thanks to the way they'd handled things, but until Seg had some assurance from Roan, he wasn't sure how far past it he'd be able to go.

Or so he told himself.

The fact that no one had looked at him sideways since then should've been enough confirmation. He seriously doubted Roan had said anything. If he had, someone would've called him on it. Even the guys Roan was with tonight seemed none the wiser.

Still, he worried.

It hadn't been until the morning after, when Seg had woken up to an empty bed, that he'd started sweating it. He and Roan hadn't done a whole hell of a lot of talking that night. In fact, before he'd drifted off, Seg had made a mental note to talk to Roan the next morning. Make sure he wasn't going to say something and to let him know that if he did, he'd deny the accusation.

Dropping the phone into the cup holder, Seg shifted into drive and started out of the parking lot, memories of that one night with Roan flashing in his mind.

"Fuck, yes," Seg hissed. "You've got a fantastic mouth."

Seg sat naked on the kitchen counter, holding tight to Roan's hair as the man deep-throated him like a pro. So much for grabbing snacks from the refrigerator. He much preferred this interesting turn of events.

"Mmmm … " Roan hummed, making electrical sparks shoot straight to Seg's balls.

As good as the blow job felt, he wasn't ready to come again. Not yet.

"We need food," Seg mumbled, tugging on Roan's hair. 

"I've got what I'm hungry for," Roan countered.

Using a little more force, Seg managed to pull Roan back. He quickly hopped off the counter, jerking Roan into him and kissing him hard.

God, he could get used to this. Never had he been this consumed by lust before. His entire body seemed to vibrate with it.

"I say we eat," Seg suggested. "Then we shower."

Roan leaned in closer, nibbling Seg's ear. "I agree. Then I say you let me eat your ass."

Fuck. Seg's ass clenched at the thought. No one had ever done that to him before. And vice versa.

Roan's gaze stroked across Seg's face, and he wondered if Roan had figured him out yet.

Seg grinned. "And then I get to fuck you again. This time while you're looking at me."

Something passed in Roan's eyes, but Seg didn't know what it was. He chose to ignore it because it didn't matter.

He slipped out from between Roan and the counter and made his way to the refrigerator. There was plenty of food to choose from. The housekeeper had made sure to stock his favorites, even prepared him a few meals he would simply have to heat up. Seg wasn't big on cooking for one and he'd started boycotting fast food long ago. Eating alone at a restaurant wasn't high on his to-do list either, so he'd learned to stock up on stuff that was easy to put together.

Roan reached around him and grabbed a beer while Seg pulled out what he needed for sandwiches. He was starving, and if he intended to go at this all night-which he did-they both needed to replenish.

Half an hour later, Seg had fumbled his way to the shower with Roan practically wrapped around him. They'd made quick work of the food, but his hunger was still burning hot. Only this time, he wanted to devour this man.

They managed to soap up and rinse off, although Seg wasn't sure how that happened when they were basically glued together at the mouth. Kissing Roan was unbelievably good. Not once had Seg ever felt anything like this. The notable differences being the rough scrape of Roan's stubble against his cheek, the firm, callused fingers stroking over his skin …

It was as though Roan had found a knob that turned his lust up to scalding. No matter how much he touched and tasted, Seg couldn't get enough.

"Turn around," Roan demanded.

Seg turned around, planting his hands on the tiled wall.

"Spread your legs," Roan instructed, his lips trailing down Seg's back.

His legs spread on their own.

Closing his eyes, Seg focused on the heat of Roan's mouth as it moved down his spine, over his ass, then down the crack. Roan's hands were firm as they caressed his sides, easing their way downward.

"Fuck," he moaned when Roan pulled his ass cheeks apart, his tongue searching, teasing.

His lungs locked up as Roan's breath caressed sensitive skin. Seg's heart pounded, his body tensing, coiling tighter and tighter until …