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Kenn, claimed him sleeping with Kenn meant he
was no longer objective and he was being soft on
the kid.
Jesus Christ, like she wasn't gold medal blind
and pushing too hard.
The fact that he was sleeping with Kenn was
irrelevant. He'd have been pushing for the breaks,
for taking a little care with the shoulder, even if
he'd hated Kenn's guts. It was his job to look out
for his clients. That's what he'd done.
He hoped to hell Kenn would let Steph know
when the pain got too bad and he needed a break.
The shoulder was improving by leaps and bounds,
but this "playing while hurt" crap only made sense
during the Worlds or Olympics, not for practice.
He kept running until he couldn't anymore, and
then he started pacing. When he was too tired for
even that, he went up to Kenn's car and sat on the
hood, glaring out at the ocean as he waited for
Kenn to be finished for the day.
He could see Kenn now, finally, coming
toward his car, the streetlights outlining the lean
body. "Dusty? Man? That you?"
"Yeah, babe. Right here." He climbed off the
car and headed to meet Kenn, who kept his
distance.
"You mad at me?"
"Shit, no." He wrapped his arms around Kenn
and took a hello kiss to prove it.
Kenn pressed close. "I'm so sorry, man. I
swear to you, I didn't have anything to do with that
shit."
"I know. I could see how blindsided you
were." They'd sprung it on Kenn, just like they had
on him. "I'm pissed, don't get me wrong, but not at
you." He turned them toward the car. "Steph I get,
she's just so focused on the win at the Olympics
right now that it makes her a bit reckless. But I
would have thought your father would be more
concerned about your health."
"He is. He just..." Kenn shrugged. "He was
there after the surgery. They say this is it, huh?"
"What, that this is your only shot?" He opened
the 'Vette door.
"Yeah. That the shoulder won't hold for four
more years, not competitively."
"It's not going to last the four months you have
left 'til Worlds if Steph pushes it too hard." He
went around to the other side and climbed into the
car. "Did you insist on breaks when you needed
them?"
"Uh-huh. I have to be at the gym for weight
training with the new guy at six A.M."
Dusty closed his eyes and counted to ten. The
early wasn't going to be a problem. Weight training
and that shoulder could be. "Does she honestly
think you aren't doing everything you can to be in
top shape?"
"I think she's scared. Dave's got a pregnant
wife; I got hurt. Kim and Marc are hot, and
Valdiron and Reynaldo beat us three out of five
before all of it." Sometimes his boy showed
amazing insight. "This isn't about me. It's about
London."
"Well, she's not going to help herself by
pushing you too hard." He started the car and
headed them home. "You hungry?" He hadn't
packed that many snacks and it was getting late.
"Not really. I want a shower first."
"We'll be home in a minute. How's the
shoulder now?"
"Okay. I had a couple of good digs this
afternoon."
"Awesome. I missed watching you." He turned
the corner onto the road home.
"Yeah. I'm sorry."
"Not your fault, babe." They pulled into the
driveway. "You need a massage or a good fuck in
the shower? Or you just want to do your business,
and I'll get supper going?"
"I need... Just come take a shower with me?"
Kenn was on edge, Dusty could hear it.
"No problem." He squeezed Kenn's hand. "I've
got your back."
"Thanks." Kenn headed in and straight for the
master bath, head hanging a bit.
Dusty waited until they got into the shower and
then he wrapped around Kenn from behind,
holding on as the water splashed over them both.
"Hey." His boy leaned back against him.
"Hey." He pressed a kiss to Kenn's neck. "It's
all going to work out."
"Hope so."
He rocked them slowly, pressed another kiss to
the warm, wet skin. "It will. You're a fantastic
player and that's what will out in the end." As long
as Steph didn't push that shoulder back too far.
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Of course." Always.
"Now that... I mean, should I go now that it's
not a job?"
"No. What's between us was never a job. Not
for me." It occurred to him that maybe Kenn wasn't
feeling the same thing between them. "If you don't
want to stay, that's a different story, but I want you
to."
"I want to. I told my folks that... Well, I know
you haven't asked, but... Shit, I want..."
"I haven't asked you to move in? Then let me
rectify that. Would you officially move in with me,
Kenn?"
Kenn turned around, searched his eyes, then he
got a blinding grin. "Hell, yes."
He laughed and grabbed Kenn close, taking a
wet kiss. Kenny's arms wrapped around him, lips
parting, tongue fucking his lips. Fuck, this was
good. This was worth any amount of aggravation.
Hell, maybe this freed them. There were things he
wanted to do with Kenn that didn't have anything to
do with physical therapy.
He let his hand trail down to grab at Kenn's
ass, and Kenny stepped closer, hummed into his
lips. He could feel the heat of the man's prick
against him as it filled.
"I was so mad for you today." Kenn moaned
the words against his lips.
"Yeah? I was pretty pissed off on your behalf,
too. I still am, actually. Someone needs to be
looking out for you."
"I'll be okay."
"You better be." He squeezed one ass cheek to
emphasize his point. Kenny's glute tightened, and
they rocked together. "God, I want you. Want to
touch and kiss and fuck."
"I have no plans tonight, Dusty."
"You do now."
He almost got a smile. "Do I?"
"You bet. We might have to have a few cheese
sandwiches first, though." He winked.
Kenny's laughter filled the air. "You got it."
"I also have a vegetarian lasagna in the freezer
we could heat up." He was determined to expand
Kenny's horizons. And not just on the food front.
"Grilled cheese is fine."
"For tonight, sure. We'll have the lasagna
tomorrow then."
He grabbed the soap and made quick work of
actually cleaning Kenn. Kenny washed him, too,
rubbing against him. It was great, once they were
both soapy, to slip and slide on each other's skin. It
made it easier to let everything go, just for a while.
He found Kenny's mouth again, taking it, loving
on his boy. His fingers slipped down to Kenny's
crack as Kenny's fingers wrapped around his cock.
"Sexy. Hot. Want you." His soap-slicked finger
slipped into Kenn's hole.
Kenn moaned, wiggled, teasing him. "Are you
sure?"
Laughing, he tugged his finger out. "Nope, not
sure at all." Then he slapped Kenn's ass.
Kenny stilled, looked at him. "What was that
for?"
"Because I felt like it. Because you were being
cheeky so I smacked your cheek."
"Dork." Oh, someone was off-center. They
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