Crossing the Line by Megan Slayer
MM Contemporary football romance
LGBT, BDSM, Anal Sex, Bondage, Spanking, Toys
Opposites can attract and sometimes come together with
Ryan Malone punts for the Dragons and likes his life as an
art restorer. Love isn’t in his game plan—unless Paul Toth is involved. They’ve
known each other forever but have never taken the next step. Ryan’s not sure if
Paul can accept his kinky needs. All it takes is one chance to see if sparks
Paul’s ready and willing to snag the sexy punter. He doesn’t
care what team Ryan plays for as long as he’s got Ryan at night. But Ryan’s
holding something back. Can Paul unlock whatever he’s hiding before their
burgeoning affair gets struck down by penalties?
Reader Advisory: This story has been previously released as part
of the Out of Bounds anthology by Pride Publishing.
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The hot water sluiced
over Ryan’s body and took away the sting from overexerting his muscles. Eight
kicks in one game wasn’t his usual. But with Jason Eckles, the normal punter,
out with a broken toe, Ryan had picked Jason’s punts in addition to his usual
point after kicks. Thankfully the Dragons had won. He had something to be happy
about. They had creamed the Griffins, beating them by more than twenty points.
He turned off the
spray then shook the water out of his hair. His thoughts wandered to Paul.
Every time he had looked over at the Griffins’ bench, Paul had sat staring in
his direction. Ryan covered himself with a towel then palmed his crotch. The
nice thing about being the last one in the showers was that the rest of the
team had vacated the locker rooms by the time he finished. The alone time
enabled him to settle down and plot out what he wanted to do for the next game.
Footsteps slapped on
the concrete and the sound grew closer. Ryan poked his head out of the shower
room. His breath hitched and his grip on the towel loosened. Paul Toth in the
flesh…in the opposing team’s locker room.
Paul tossed his bag
on the floor. His eyes blazed with anger and frustration. “There you are.”
“Here I am,” Ryan
replied. He retied the towel and hoped his erection wasn’t obvious. Then again,
what did he care? “You’re in foreign territory.”
“I get by.” Paul
levelled his muscle-corded shoulders. “You never answered my question.”
hiked up and blood surged through his veins. He’d fucked things up before by
succumbing to his shyness. No more letting the past get in the way of his
future. Besides, talking with Paul wasn’t going to lead anywhere, was it? But if
it did, Ryan would take every advantage.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t.” Ryan
stepped toe to toe with Paul. He kind of liked craving a man who stood a couple
of inches taller than he did. “I don’t have anything against you. You’re a very
sexy guy.” He measured his words. “Caught me off guard when you remembered my
name at the school. We don’t talk much, you being on the opposing team and all.
I’m glad you came in here.”
“Oh.” Paul’s lips
parted and his gaze softened. He wobbled a bit on his feet. “Thought maybe we
could go for coffee.”
possibility.” The heat from Paul’s body radiated over Ryan. He breathed in the
scent of Paul, sweat and deodorant…and something pine. If Ryan bounced on his
toes, he’d be able to kiss Paul.
Paul’s Adam’s apple
“Are you going to
kiss me or just stand there?” Ryan assumed his role as the dominant. He didn’t
give Paul time to answer and captured his mouth in a kiss. Paul softened and
gripped Ryan’s arms. His tongue tangled with Ryan’s and his cock pushed against
the tent in Ryan’s towel. Ryan swallowed Paul’s groan, then broke the
Pink tinged Paul’s
cheeks and his eyelids drooped. “Whoa.”
“I’ve got you down
to one-syllable words. Nice.” Ryan sidestepped Paul and opened his locker.
“Guess that also answers your question.” He yanked his shirt down past his head
then hiked his boxer shorts past his hips.
“Can we go somewhere and