No Protocol for Love by Jen FitzGerald

Author:Jen FitzGerald
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Knotted Hearts Publishing
Published: 2019-07-24T05:44:17+00:00

Chapter Six

Tyson traced Semka’s abs with a finger, circled his belly button. He scratched lightly at the hair between Semka’s belly button and his groin. “You have a gorgeous cock,” Tyson said, as he had many times.

“Yours very beautiful too.”

Tyson looked at it, lying flaccid along the crease of his hip. “Mmm, I like it. Always have.” He liked his body, especially his cock. So sue him.

Mid-afternoon sunlight gave the room a golden glow. How many hours had they spent in Semka’s bed? In the radiant light of the afternoon sun, basking in the warmth of afterglow? Tyson didn’t know, but he was starting to like it too much, want it too much. He was starting to want things that couldn’t be. Semka had gotten the all clear to train as he’d predicted, and between that and Tyson’s own schedule, their time together had dwindled. Today’s hedonism was a welcome anomaly, but more days like this were unlikely.

The question was… Should Tyson walk away now or ride the train to the end of the line?

The long lean lines of Semka’s body on display made the choice a tough one. Traces of come dried on his belly, shiny streaks of residual lube striped his thighs and groin left him looking well fucked. Tyson had done that—had given this beautiful man pleasure. Pleasure he probably wouldn’t have had otherwise. The knowledge touched a primal place inside of Tyson. Aside from the purely erotic aesthetic of the tableau beside him, the time they’d spent together talking and laughing, playing games or Tyson reading to Semka in the early days of the concussion when Semka couldn’t look at screens… Those moments had filled a void that no amount of time with Ashley and Jonah or Mark or Dominic could fill.

He wasn’t ready to settle down and, even if he was—it couldn’t be with Semka, which was maybe the smart choice in all of this, now that he thought about it. The end was inevitable.

Semka looked up at him with those big gray eyes of his, trailed his blunt fingers along the inside of Tyson’s forearm sending a shiver of delight through him. He wasn’t ready to end things yet, but lying around after sex had to stop—it had already engendered too many dangerous emotions. He scooted from the bed and peered down at Semka, who was still mostly blissed out from their lovemaking. “Listen, I hate to fuck and run, but I have practice and there’s a game tonight. And I have school tomorrow.”

As Tyson watched, the joy drained from Semka’s face.

“Okay, when I see you?”

Gathering his clothes, Tyson said, “Not sure. I’ll text you,” and then disappeared into the bathroom. He emerged a few minutes later, wet hair slicked back and dressed. “I’ll see you.” He pressed a lingering kiss to Semka’s mouth.

“See you…” Semka said softly.

His wounded expression haunted Tyson all the way to his car, but it reinforced his belief that it was time to start distancing themselves. They probably should have done it as soon as Semka could drive again.

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