This Is My Church (Contested Possession) by Sasha Avice

Author:Sasha Avice [Avice, Sasha]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2024-04-23T00:00:00+00:00

The week before they were set to play down in Tasmania, Lacy stopped on his doorstep so suddenly, Thad bumped into his back.

He gripped his hips from behind to steady them both. “Sorry.”

Lacy wasn’t moving. Thad peered over his shoulder.

There was a white envelope embossed with gold calligraphy on Lacy’s doorstep.

Lacy moved as suddenly as he’d stopped and scooped it up, let them into his house without a word. Thad swallowed around his nerves; he didn’t know why he was nervous, but the energy felt charged. He took his shoes off while Lacy went into his kitchen.

Thad took a deep breath and followed him.

“I don’t have to go,” Lacy said when Thad rounded the corner.

He was tapping the envelope on the counter. He looked up when Thad came closer. His face was hard to read—his usual ease was gone and there was something in his eyes, like he was checking in with Thad, like he wanted Thad to have an opinion on this.

Thad reached for the envelope and Lacy let him take it.

The party was that weekend. Saturday night. They played a day game. Sunday off, recovery session Monday and a random drug test scheduled.

“The test,” Thad trailed off.

Lacy squinted up at him like he didn’t understand what he was saying.

“I’m not worried about the piss test,” he said after a moment.

Thad slid his hand around Lacy’s waist, fingers sliding under his shirt and trailing up to his ribs and back again. He was getting hard.

Lacy gave him a surprised look.

“You want to go?” he asked.

“I’m worried about the test,” Thad said, breathless. He couldn’t say it, was ashamed of it, but taking care of Lacy, seeing him like that—writhing in pleasure as Thad watched, as he held ultimate control over what those men did, if they were allowed to do anything at all, knowing he could stop them or permit them and Lacy wanted him to.

He groaned and crushed Lacy against his chest, burying his face in Lacy’s throat, mouthing at his skin.

“I’m really worried about the test,” he murmured again.

Lacy laughed, breathless too, but surprised. “Shit, this really turns you on?”

Thad groaned again and rubbed his hard dick against Lacy’s hip. “Sorry, yes, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

Lacy drew Thad’s face out from where it was buried in his shoulder, hovered his lips over Thad’s as he spoke. “There’s nothing wrong with you.”

Thad pulled him in with restless hands. He stripped Lacy out of his shirt so he could get to that perfect skin, stroke his nipples, kiss his throat, rub off against his abs.

Lacy undid Thad’s pants and pulled him out, stroked him with firm pressure, like he knew that’s exactly what Thad needed. They were pressed close and Thad felt Lacy pull himself out with his other hand.

Thad gasped and came. The tingling, blinding pleasure was accompanied by mortification as he watched his semen trickle over the black and green ink of Lacy’s torso.

“I’m sorry,” he panted.

Lacy stroked him through it, lips pressing softly onto Thad’s pecs.

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