Page 38 of Nothing to Lose

“I love you, Hunter Crowe.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, baby. I fucking love you.” Eli says the words as he spreads his legs, letting me fall between them. I pull my hips back as he lifts his legs, helping me guide my hard dick to his hole.

“Deep breath, let me in.” Eli lifts his head slightly, pressing his forehead against my collarbone as I press inside him. He’s still a mess from last night, and it eases my way in. The moment I fill him completely, we both sigh.

“You feel so good, every single time. I’ll never get tired of this,” I whisper against his lips. He lifts his legs up higher, tilting his hips forward, allowing me to sink in deeper. The angle is so fucking good, and based on the little gasp, he’s feeling the same way. “Tell me you’re mine,” I whisper against his lips, begging, pleading.

“I’m yours. Now fuck me like it.”

“You’re such a little shit.” I pull out to my tip and slam back home, watching as his eyes roll to the back of his head. “That what you need, little brother? Need me to fuck you hard and deep?”

“Fuck, Hunter, yeah, just like that.”

“Touch yourself. Jerk that dick for me, make a mess of us.” Eli holds his hand up to my mouth, and I spit twice into his palm before he slips it between us. His eyes flutter several times as he starts to stroke himself. Pure euphoria. “That’s my good boy. You should see yourself right now. Legs spread, ass so full of cock. You gonna come for me?”

“Hunt . . .”

“Yeah, baby, I’ve got you.”

“Hunter, don’t stop, don’t stop. I’m so close.”

“Me too. I’m gonna fill you up, Eli. Jesus, you feel too good. So fucking good.”

“Yes. Fuck, I’m right there . . . holy shit . . . oh fuck . . .”

I capture his lips with mine, muffling the moans as he comes, spilling between us, cock throbbing, ass clenching around my cock. It takes me over the edge, and I pump into him hard, staying deep, my cum splashing against his walls, filling him up.

“Eli . . .” I moan against his lips.

“I love you.”

“I love you so fucking much.”

After catching our breath, we clean up the best we can, both of us desperately needing a shower. Luckily, we seem to be the first people up, so we start to take down our tent, packing everything up as everyone else starts to rise and do the same. It feels weird to have the weekend end, even though we spend nearly every waking minute all together for practices and games.

“Hey, you guys hear those animals fighting last night? Scared the shit outta me! I couldn’t sleep!” Rome asks. I can’t help the snort that leaves me, but Eli’s reaction? Pure fucking gold. His face turns a pretty shade of crimson, his eyes bugging out of his head.

“No, I didn’t hear anything. Eli? What about you? You hear any animals fighting last night?” I ask with a smile that’s probably way too fucking giddy.

Eli makes a desperate choking sound, shaking his head no while coughing into his hand. “What? Nope. I didn’t hear anything. I passed right out.”

Eli bends to shove the sleeping bag into the duffel and gives me a glare that could seriously shatter glass. I bristle, helping him pack up our things. Once everything is good to go, desperate for food and hydration, we head back to our dorm room where I can’t wait to get him alone.

We walk together, only inches separating us as we leave the field, heading past the athletic building and crossing over into the quad. The large Veritas Tree stands tall in the center of the school like a vigil, a homage to the founders of the school. It’s been here for five centuries and will hopefully be here for many more. Its leaves have nearly all dropped, leaving a skeleton-like figure reaching out in every direction. “You know the myth about the Veritas Tree, right?” I ask Eli as I bump into his shoulder.

“It’s the truth tree; people visit it to confess, or vent, or confide in it. It’s Corvus’ keeper of secrets.”

“All that’s true, but my friend Mia told me that she shares her wishes, and she believes the tree sends them out through its branches into the wind in hopes of the wishes coming back to her.”

“You believe that? Didn’t think you believed in the mystical and magical.”

“I didn’t, until I wished for you and it came true.” The words sound so fucking cheesy once they’re out, but Eli stops, his fingers circling my wrist. The wind whips around our faces, a strong gust pushing our bodies closer. The world around us moves, people going about their lives while we stand suspended in ours.

“Hunter . . .” He doesn’t need to continue for me to know what’s on his mind. I’m ready to be out in the open, he’s not. It’s not something I’ll ever rush him on. Eli’s journey is his own, and he’s got to figure this out in his own time.

“It’s okay. I understand. It’s okay.”