My
Sizzling Sunday post today comes from my MM tale Crossed Hearts.
Even
Scrabble can be foreplay...
For the
past six years, Jason Hofstadter has attended the Four States Annual
Scrabble Tournament. Jason comes to the Four States for two
reasons—to play Scrabble and to get laid. Every year since his
first, he has managed to hook up with one of the other players for
some sexual fun. This year he has a chance at the grand prize in the
tournament. Meanwhile, he figures he has hit the jackpot when he
spots handsome, bookish Matt Sawyer, who's competing at the Four
States for the first time.
Shy and seemingly innocent, Matt turns out to be full of surprises. First, he jumps Jason in the rest room at Starbucks. Then he reveals that he's into BDSM and encourages Jason to experiment with topping him.
Finally, despite his lack of experience with tournament play, Matt ends up competing with Jason in the semi-final round. When Matt throws the game he should have won, Jason is forced to confront his own feelings—about winning, about casual sex, and about Matt.
Shy and seemingly innocent, Matt turns out to be full of surprises. First, he jumps Jason in the rest room at Starbucks. Then he reveals that he's into BDSM and encourages Jason to experiment with topping him.
Finally, despite his lack of experience with tournament play, Matt ends up competing with Jason in the semi-final round. When Matt throws the game he should have won, Jason is forced to confront his own feelings—about winning, about casual sex, and about Matt.
Matt
levered himself out of his chair and stuffed his crib sheet into his
back pocket. “Maybe we should get in line. It looks like they’ve
finally started the registration.”
Jason
stood as well. He could see that he’d guessed correctly. The guy
had a great body. Matt was close to Jason’s height but probably
weighed more. He was more solid than Jason, but he moved well. His
muscles were well-defined without being exaggerated. A fine sheen of
moisture glistened on his bare arms.
Jason’s
nostrils twitched as he caught a whiff of the other man’s clean
sweat. He stole a glance at Matt’s groin, but the jeans were too
loose to tell how the guy was hung
With
some luck, I’ll know soon.
He led
Matt over to the desk. “Go ahead, get in front of me. Did you
pre-register?”
Matt
looked over his shoulder to answer. “Yeah. You?”
“Always.
Makes things go much more smoothly.” That and the lube I
brought. Two tubes. Wouldn’t want to run out.
The
line inched forward. Jason watched Matt’s ass move under the denim.
His fingers itched to reach out and stroke those inviting curves, to
palm and knead the swelling hemispheres. Man, I can’t wait to
see you naked, he thought. His dick throbbed painfully inside his
pants. He let his crossed hands drop casually below his waist and
gave his crotch a surreptitious rub. It only made things worse.
“I
tell you, I am registered.” The queue shuddered like a live
thing as the angry voice rang out from the front. “I already paid
my money, damn it!” People shifted from one foot to the other. A
buzz of discomfort rose from the crowd.
“Well,
look again, you moron!” The unseen man was clearly furious.
Matt
glanced backwards. Jason snatched his hands away from his zipper and
thrust them behind his back. “I hope they don’t lose my records,”
Matt whispered. “I’m nervous enough already. And I definitely
don’t have any extra cash.”
“I
wouldn’t worry about it,” Jason murmured, trying to slow his
breathing. “There’s always a troublemaker...”
“Screw
you!” the guy at the head of the line yelled. “You’ll hear from
my lawyers. Let me out of this stinking place.”
The
malcontent must have pushed the next person in line in his haste to
get away. Like a row of dominoes, each body slammed into the body
behind it. “Oomph!” Matt exclaimed as someone’s elbow caught
him in the stomach. He stumbled and fell against Jason, his butt
pressed tight against Jason’s rigid dick.
Jason
groaned. Even through two layers of clothing, it was almost enough to
set him off. He fought for control as Matt struggled to regain his
footing. The other man’s frantic motions just increased the
friction. Delicious pressure gathered in Jason’s balls. His cock
pulsed and swelled ominously.
“Matt…please…”
He tried to back away and succeeded only in knocking the guy behind
him off balance. Matt’s ass ground against his trembling dick, and
this time, Jason could swear it was deliberate.
He
wanted to let go, to release the flood of cum that threatened to
drown him, to satisfy, at least for the moment, the lust the bookish
young man had inspired. But he could hardly face the tournament
organisers with a huge wet spot across the front of his jeans, and he
wanted to play, damn it. This year, he had a decent chance at the
grand prize. Nobody was going to take that chance away from him, not
even a tasty hunk of man-flesh like this Matt.
He
clenched his muscles, holding back the explosion. Meanwhile, he
grabbed Matt by the hips and pushed the other man away from his
groin. The pressure subsided, barely, though the sensation of Matt’s
ripe cheeks moving under the denim kept him close to boiling.
“Sorry,
Jason.” Matt seemed to find his feet again. He favoured Jason with
one of his hundred-watt smiles. “I’ve always been kind of
clumsy.” He looked young, innocent, his boyish lips full and
kissable.
I’ll
wipe that smirk off your face, you handsome little devil, Jason
thought. I’ll fuck you until you’ve got tears in your eyes.
The thought only made him harder.
“That’s
okay,” he replied. “It wasn’t your fault.” He had an urge to
pinch Matt’s butt until it hurt. He suppressed it with difficulty.
If all went according to plan, he’d have lots of opportunities to
make Matt scream.
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