Page 73 of Untouchable Player
Jesse laughs. His breath plumes in front of his face, but he doesn’t seem to feel the cold.
“It’s not that complicated. If I can get it, anyone can.”
I come to a clumsy stop and tug his jacket so he skates back in beside me.
“You’re not dumb Jesse.”
He drops his eyes with a shy smile, “thanks but…”
“I mean it. And if I ever hear anyone calling you dumb, I’m gonna kick their ass.”
He looks up and laughs, “I can do that, but thanks.”
“I mean it.”
“Okay.” He looks around before pulling me in by the jacket and kissing me.
He pretends he’s going to push me into the centre of the ice, but he keeps hold of my jacket and pulls me back in again.
We stay out there so long most people clear out before the next group come on. With a space on the ice and the kids all untying their laces on the benches, Jesse challenges me to a race.
“You’re going to win.”
“I might let you win, we’ll see.”
I really want to see him skate as fast as he can so I agree, but I have no intention of trying to beat him.
He breaks away easily, chips of ice sparking from the blades of his skates. His big body looks powerful and graceful as he leans into the air in front of him and pumps his arms and legs as fast as he can. He must forget all about letting me win. Forget about everything save skating, because when he gets to the other side of the rink, his cheeks are rosy, there’s a big smile on his face, and he looks around like he’s wondering where I went.
He's trying to catch his breath as he skates slowly back over. “You didn’t even try.”
“I just wanted to see you do it.”
I think he’s going to kiss me again, but he ruffles my hair instead.
“Come on, I’m starving.”
After Jesse makes me let him buy me a $2 hot dog at the ice rink, we catch the bus to my house. I warn him my mom might be home. Last time he didn’t want to do anything with my parents in the house in case they heard us.
I only realise how disappointed I would be if we didn’t get to hook up as we walk from the bus stop to my house and the driveway starts to come into view. I’m searching for mom’s silver Mercedes, hoping and praying it's not there.
The driveway is empty. I look at Jesse to see if he’s as excited as I am to get the house to ourselves, but his calm expression hasn’t changed.
I let us into the house and go into all the rooms downstairs calling my mom and asking if anyone’s home. Jesse’s still standing in the hallway with his hands in his pockets when I come out grinning.
“No one’s home,” I say. I take his hand before I can talk myself out of it and lead him upstairs.
When we get to my room, I kiss him before shyness can kick in and am relieved when he kisses me back, putting his hands on my face and running his tongue along mine. It feels so good I moan into his mouth and he guides me towards the bed and sits me down on the edge as he kneels before me and undoes my pants.
“Jesse.” I run my hand over his sexy shaved head and he guides me onto my back with one hand.
“Lay down and let me take care of you.”
I close my eyes and sigh as he unzips my jeans and his mouth makes contact with my cock. How have I been so scared of this for so long? Jesse makes everything so easy and good. I don’t feel like a clueless virgin when I’m in bed with him like I thought I would.
I let myself think about our phone conversation again. How I told him what I wanted him to do to me, what I wanted to do to him, and how much I meant it.
Jesse swallows around my cock and I jerk up, “stop.”