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“Hey, Evans. I’m not saying I’m going to dance in your show. But if I did, what would you have me do?”
Ryan stopped short, considering the words before letting a grin find its way to his mouth. Over his shoulder, he said, “Walk with me, Danforth.”
Well, wasn’t that just a question for the ages, he thought. What would Ryan have him do? The question was, what’ll they do first? Frankly, he was already starting to plot it all out in his head, but it seemed like Chad had been two steps ahead of him. After they disappeared into the public restroom just on the other side of the field’s parking lot, Ryan heard the quiet snick of the lock engaging before he was pinned to the tile walls, the warm press of Chad’s body to his front.
“Someone’s surely excited,” Ryan teased, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. He ran his palms up the front of Chad’s baseball jersey, twining his fingers together at the back of his neck, damp with sweat.
Chad huffed a laugh through his nose, fighting back a smile. He dipped his head, soft lips trailing along the line of Ryan’s jaw. “Don’t act so coy, Ry, shakin’ your ass all over that field like you been doin’.”
“I don’t know what you’re referring to.” Ryan couldn’t hide the amusement laced through his words. His breath hitched when Chad grazed his teeth over his pulse point, biting down on the spot and laving over it with his tongue. There was a choked off moan that Ryan swallowed down as Chad licked a trail of fire up the column of his throat, seemingly following a line of sweat that had trailed down Ryan’s skin.
Chad’s hands roamed, gliding over Ryan’s hips and back to tuck his fingers into the pockets of Ryan’s white jeans. He continued to suck harshly on Ryan’s reddening skin, leaving behind purpling bruises in his wake. A low groan sounded in the back of Chad’s throat when Ryan rolled his hips against him.
“Won’t the others get suspicious?” Ryan breathed into his skin, lips lightly grazing the shell of his ear.
“Not if we’re quick,” Chad replied, already moving to unfasten both his and Ryan’s pants. He pulled back enough to capture the other’s lips with his own, rough and heated and hungry. “Bet we can find something for you to do with those jazz hands.”
“Jazz hands, huh? Thought you didn’t know anything about dancing.”
“I’m a fast learner,” Chad responded slyly, palming over the bulge hiding inside of Ryan’s tight pants.
Ryan knocked Chad’s cap off when he surged forward to press their lips together once more, the shared heat between their bodies nearly suffocating in conjunction with the summer air. “Show me what you got.”
