Page 61 of Wedge

“I know what it is.”

“I know you know. I’m saying it so it’s real.” He turns from the window, and there’s something raw in his face I haven’t seen since before Grand Junction, the old fear trying to climb back up his throat. “What if I get out there and it’s just too big? What if the hitch comes back on the biggest stage I’ve ever played and I can’t…”

I cross the room, take his face in both hands, make him look at me instead of the window, the flags, the whole enormous weight of the thing.

“Then we deal with it if it happens. Not before.” I press my forehead to his, both of us breathing the same air for a few beats. “You didn’t get here by accident. Whatever happens this week, that part’s already true. You earned this. And if it goes sideways, we grind the Miles Ferry route next year. Either way, I’m on the bag.”

He nods, the words not really penetrating yet, but lets me hold him anyway, and outside the window, the sun slides down toward the marsh grass and the distant flags, one more evening before it all actually starts.

We order room service and mostly push it around the plates, the cart parked by the window with its white cloth and silver domes, the lights coming on one by one across the marsh. Adrian’s knee bounces under the table until I put my hand on it. Neither of us says much. He doesn’t have to. His hands say it for him, restless on the tablecloth, turning a fork over and over.

I push the room service cart out into the hallway and turn back inside, ducking into the bathroom, then rinsing in the shower and climbing into the bed next to him. He curls into me, crawls on top of me, kissing my mouth, my neck, my shoulders, all a bit frantically, and I know he needs to burn off some nerves. I let him nibble and bite his way across my body, groaning as his mouth teases, then I roll him over onto his back and start my own assault. I suck and bite, rewarded by his increasing writhing under me until I wrap my mouth around his cock and suck, hard.

His garbled scream is music, and I sink him deep into my throat, closing around him and swallowing. His hips thrust up helplessly, and I let him pump into my mouth until he starts to shudder, then I pull up.

“Want to fuck? I could use a good pounding,” I offer.

He huffs a laugh but nods, so I shift off him onto my elbows and knees, ready and waiting.

“I’m ready, just give it to me. And I got those test results. Clear, just like yours.” I grin a feral smile. “Give it to me bare, baby.”

His eyes widen then he moves quickly, slapping some lube on his cock and lining up behind me. He presses in slower than I expected him to, slow enough that I feel the difference with no condom between us. His raw heat is that much more searing, the ridges of his cock that much better as he enters. His moans join mine as he gets only half way inside of me.

“Holy shit, Stephen, wow, so hot. You’re so hot inside. Fuck, I feel everything, so soft, so tight, oh god.” He pauses, panting, and I let him. He needs to work off some energy, not blow his top right at the start. Although he could probably go a second round pretty quickly if he did. I’ll keep that in reserve in case he needs more. Finally he moves, pulling back slightly, then pressing home, all the way until his hips meet my ass.

“Oh, good boy, give me that cock,” I groan. “Now move, baby. Drive that dick into my throat.”

“Jesus, Stephen, so filthy,” he mutters as he complies, rocking into me, far too slowly.

“More, Adrian, harder. Move, baby,” I demand.

He raises up onto one knee, getting better leverage and finally rails me the way I want, the way he needs. His hips smack into my ass with a lewd slapping noise, and I groan my approval. “That’s it, rail me, feel how good that is.” I want him losing control and sinking into sensation, just feel for a while.

“So fucking good, Stephen,” he pants. His fingers are digging into my hips as he pumps into me. “Ahh, fuuuuck,” he groans.

I reach between my legs and find his balls and tug. They slip a bit from my fingers, but I just grab them again, over and over, and he starts to stutter. “Oh, fuck, Stephen, what, fuck, what are you…”

I grin to myself and keep tugging. With each thrust into me, I grab and let them slide from my fingers.

“Oh! Holy fuck! Stephen! Gonna cum! You’re making me cum, oh, shit!”

I clench down on his cock, deliberately squeezing him, and that sends him over. I jack myself furiously, catching up as his cock swells and he fills my ass as I cum, pulsing around him as he pulses into me.

He collapses onto my back, wrapping his arms around my ribs, and I ease myself onto my stomach, trapping his arms around me as I lower us down, his cock still firmly inside me. He nuzzles into my shoulder blade, and I hum with pleasure.

“Want me to get off of you?” he asks into my back.

“Uh, uh,” I reply. “Keep that cock right there, baby.”

More nuzzles along with a happy sigh.

Fog has collected on the outside of the window when the alarm goes off, Florida sweating against the cold glass. We mill around the clubhouse, all glass and dark wood and the smell of coffee and frying bacon, grabbing breakfast before heading out to the range to warm Adrian up.

“Walking kind of funny there, Stephen,” Adrian snickers.

“And smug about it,” I reply, not looking at him as he pops a bite of banana into his mouth with a smirk.

“Stephen!” I hear someone calling out, and I turn to greet another caddie I’ve seen around during Second Stage. “Hey, man,” he says, reaching out a hand to shake. “Heard you were looping for a rookie?”