Free Sidelined by Mercy Celeste

baby doll pout. Fuck, this was Levi Brody, not some doll. He shot hard. Levi’s neck, so tantalizingly close to his mouth, muffled his howl. Because it felt like his soul had been ripped from his body as he poured himself into Levi. “Fuck, baby, you needed that worse than I did.”
    “Yeah.” He agreed, laying his forehead on Levi’s shoulder. Shuddering breaths rocked him. “What the hell is wrong with me?”
    “You’re just a horny jock. You all end up coming to me sooner or later. Something about my lips.”
    “You have the sexiest lips I’ve ever seen. Made for sucking cock.”
    “I’ve sucked lots of cock. Just not yours…yet. We’ll have to work on that.”
    Something was off, something completely not right. Levi fit into his arms, his body pliant, letting Tracy hold him. His head lolled on Tracy’s shoulder. The very picture of sated lover. This was fucking Levi Brody. Super Bowl Champion. Not some twink he’d picked up for the night.
    “What do you mean all the horny jocks find you sooner or later?”
    And just like that, the spell was broken, and Levi stepped out of his arms. The look in his eyes went from sweet afterglow to wary and hard. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
    He walked past Tracy into the bathroom and turned the shower on. Tracy followed him. He just wanted to know why every time he got near the man, his dick took control and he lost his fucking mind.
    “Just how many men have you been with?”
    “You sound jealous.” Levi climbed into the old fiberglass tub and closed the curtain. “Tell me, Coach, how many have you been with? See which one of us is a bigger horn dog.”
    “I’m not jealous.” Tracy stood in front of the mirror. The shattered section hadn’t been there the night they’d met. “Did you punch this mirror?”
    “Careful, Coach, you’re treading way too close to dangerous territory.” The scent of strawberries wafted out of the shower. Why the fuck did Levi use strawberry soap?
    “Stop calling me coach.”
    “Stop treating me like I’m some damned kid who’s made bad life choices.”
    “You slept with Bowen Murphy. While he was your teammate—how’s that for a bad life choice? As soon as his boyfriend came home, he dumped your ass.”
    “Too far, Wright. Way out of line. What was between me and Bo does not concern you.” The shower curtain opened, and Levi stepped out. He took the towel from the bar and dried his hair.
    “It does when you call me by his name. I can’t help but notice we resemble. And you said you love blonds. Can’t be coincidence.”
    “And since I didn’t start any of this? Or remember how this started.”
    “But that’s just it. You thought I was Bo that night.”
    The towel went around his waist as he stepped past the busted section of mirror and picked up his toothbrush. “And you got laid because of it. And I’m not saying I thought you were him. I’m saying you benefitted from the pain pill and the liquor and that my firing was just made public and I was at a very low point. My fucking career over when it had just started. So I had a thing with Bo. He doesn’t love me, and I’m not fool enough to try and make him love me no matter how I feel about him.”
    The admission kicked Tracy in the gut. He remembered Levi saying he’d lost someone he could love. “You’re in love with Murphy.”
    “I didn’t say that. And what does it matter to you anyway? We’ve known each other two weeks or something like that. Or was that high school crush thing still an issue? Do you think this is more than just the only two gay men in town finding mutual relief together? Because that’s what this is. Or was. Whatever, man. I’m not defending my past to you. And I sure as fuck never asked about yours.”
    Tracy snatched his shirt over his head and kicked his flip-flops off. His shorts went next. He flung back the curtain and stepped into the shower. He’d be damned if he went home smelling of Levi’s cum. He