They spent the next two hours watching plays, pausing and discussing the game, until they were midway through. Caleb paused it again. He rose from the sofa and stretched his arms toward the ceiling.
Lucas tried not to stare at the skin that peeked out as Caleb’s shirt rode up. Tight, muscled skin that looked damned sexy. He glimpsed a line of hair that disappeared into Caleb’s waistband and he licked his lips. He nearly groaned when Caleb stopped stretching, but he couldn’t tear his eyes from the man’s body. His gaze traveled to Caleb’s fly and he swore he saw a bulge under that zipper. God, he wanted to slowly pull down that zipper, take Caleb into his mouth, and taste him.
“See something, Lucas?” Caleb asked, his voice husky.
Lucas lurched back and realized he’d been caught staring. H
