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“I was just helping Carp–”

I let out a dramatic groan, frustrated already–he was killing the good feelings in me right now.

“Stop it,” he said firmly, using his other hand to take hold of my chin. “You’re acting jealous and possessive–I’m trying to make you feel better, Ash,” he said sharply, each word like ice on my skin as he let go of my face again.

“I was just helping Carp,” he started again, taking a beat like he was waiting to see if I'd react again.

I didn’t.

“I was only doing it to give you space,” he continued gently, stroking my neck again softly, comfortingly. “I was making myself busy so you didn’t feel crowded–I know doing this in public had to be jarring for you–”

“You knew?” I managed to croak out, swallowing hard on a dry throat. “You knew I…”

Liked it?

Got hard from it?

Wanted it again?

My mouth stopped working before any of those questions could come out.

“Yes,” he sighed, pinching my neck to make me look at him again. “I suspected, at least. I knew your reaction would be this if you liked it…and I’m sorry, Ash. I shouldn't have done it at all, but definitely not in public.”

Too late for that.

Honestly?

I wished I cared more about the embarrassment of it all. I wished my biggest issue was that I had to get rid of a boner before my teammates saw–I was harder pressed on the fact that I wanted it again.

I could deal with the embarrassment of it all, but wanting this again?

That was hard on me.

Wanting it specifically from Thayer?

That was even harder on me.

Even if it wasn’t completely sexual, it was. No matter how you cut this, what I wanted from Thayer was sexual in nature.

As if the raging hard-on in my pants wasn’t making that obvious.

“Am I gay?” My mouth was only barely working, so even if that wasn’t really the question I wanted to ask, I had faith Thayer would get there on his own.

Thayer let out a chuckle, deep and rumbly, traveling right through my body and settling in the pit of unknown feelings for him in my gut.

I was amusing to him, and that was fine–I could be amusing…so long as I could be amusing while getting off.

God, jerking off after he left was going to feel so fucking amazing.

“I can’t answer that, Ash,” he mused, loosening his hold on my neck to just barely there. “You can be turned on by all this without being gay–there are plenty of men who like being dominated by women–”

I let out a ridiculous groan again, already turned off by the idea of Callie doing this to me.

Not that she’d spoken to me in weeks, but still.

No, this was only hot when it was Thayer. It wasn’t even hot thinking about Carp doing it or Tommy–it was exclusive to Thayer.

I started shaking my head and groaning, making him laugh again–the velvety, warm sound I liked so much right now. I was hyper-aware of things I'd never noticed before right now–the sounds he made, the curve of his smile, the tease of his tongue when he'd lick his lips.