Six Pack Box Set

Chapter 2-5

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. His face heated and he couldn’t meet Caleb’s eyes. “Sorry. Wasn’t paying attention. Just…well, why did you stop the game?”

Caleb’s eyes twinkled like he knew exactly to what Lucas had been paying attention, but thankfully he didn’t bring it up. “I was getting hungry. Want a turkey sandwich? Some potato salad?”

“Sure. Sounds good. I’ll help,” he offered as he got off the couch and followed Caleb into the kitchen.

“Great. Grab a couple of plates out of that cabinet.” Caleb pointed to the left of Lucas before he dug out the sandwich fixings. “Mayo, mustard, or both?”

“Mayo. Thanks.” Lucas pulled out two yellow plates with little green leaves running around the edge. He set them on the counter and turned to find Caleb directly behind him, his hands full, gesturing for him to slide over. He stepped out of the way and Caleb plopped everything down.

“Whole grain bread okay with you?”

“Sounds great. Want me to get something to drink?”

“I have pop in the fridge, or if you want, I can make some coffee or tea. Or ice water.”

“Pop’s fine. I’ll grab it. You want one?”

“Yeah. Why don’t you take them to the coffee table and we can eat out there while we watch the game. I’ll have the sandwiches done in a sec.”

Lucas grabbed two pop cans from the fridge and some napkins he saw on the counter before making his way to the living room. He took a seat in his original spot and set the cans on the coffee table. He slid Caleb’s a little closer to him, hoping that might make the man sit more in the middle of the sofa than at the other end.

Caleb appeared, carrying two plates piled high with turkey sandwiches, potato salad, and apple slices. He passed a plate to Lucas and winked. “Bon appetite,” he quipped as he took a seat.

Lucas bit his bottom lip to stop the smile when Caleb sat in the middle of the sofa. Close enough to touch. He bit into his sandwich and Caleb turned on the game.

They ate in silence as the next inning began. Before Lucas even realized it, his plate was empty. He must have been hungrier than he’d thought. He turned to offer to take Caleb’s plate into the kitchen and his breath hitched in his throat.

Caleb was watching him and Lucas had no trouble deciphering what was on his mind. Desire. Lust. Caleb’s blue eyes had grown dark, and his jaw was set. Lucas slid his plate onto the coffee table, not breaking their gaze, before he instinctively leaned forward.

Caleb leaned forward at the same time, sliding his hands into Lucas’ hair and pulling him closer until his mouth landed hard against his. Caleb took control of the kiss, instantly pressing for opening into Lucas’ mouth.

Lucas whimpered and invited him in, then moaned as Caleb’s tongue twirled and tasted all that Lucas would give him.

Lucas melted against Caleb, snaking his arms around Caleb’s waist and letting his hands roam the man’s muscled back. Caleb kissed a trail to Lucas’ jawline before continuing down his neck, and Lucas shivered.

“You like that?” Caleb asked, his voice gravelly.

“Mmm-hmm,” Lucas murmured, lost in the sensations as Caleb’s hands traveled down his backside, until they cupped his ass and pulled him closer. He gave in and climbed onto Caleb’s lap, straddling him so they could kiss again and press their bodies together.

He felt Caleb’s hands on his ass again, and Lucas moaned, thrusting against him.

“f**k, you’re so hot, baby. I’ve wanted to….” Caleb let out a growl when Lucas lightly bit his neck.

“Tell me, Caleb. What have you wanted to do to me?” Lucas whispered huskily. “Tell me what you want to do to me now.”

“Oh, God. You like some dirty talk? You’re killing me.”

Lucas felt the flush spread across his face. He bit Caleb’s neck again and licked over the pain as he thrust against him. “Tell me. Please?”

“Ever since I saw you, I’ve wanted to touch you. Kiss you. I thought about you last night in bed. And when I woke up this morning.”

Lucas pulled back. “You did?”

Caleb nodded. “I couldn’t stop myself. I jacked off thinking about you.”

Zings of desire traveled down Lucas’ spine, directly to his d**k. “I wish I’d been here.”

“Me, too, baby,” Caleb admitted, sliding his hands under the waistband of Lucas’ jeans and under his boxers until his hands touched skin.

Lucas moaned. “Yes, touch me, Caleb.”

“That’s all I can think about. I want to bend you over this sofa and f**k you until I’m buried inside you and you’re begging for me to pound you harder and harder.”

“f**k, yes,” Lucas cried. “That’s what I need. I need you inside me. Taking me.”

Caleb kissed him again and they were soon gyrating against each other, moaning and close to losing complete control.

Caleb pulled back and Lucas looked down at him through heavy-lidded eyes. “Damn, you’re beautiful,” Caleb whispered as he brought up a hand to stroke Lucas’ cheek. But suddenly, he closed his eyes and removed his hand.

“What? What’s wrong?” Lucas asked.

“Nothing. Not really.”

Lucas blinked a couple of times before noticing Caleb’s inactivity. He climbed off Caleb’s lap and slid over. “What? Did I do something wrong?” He felt like an i***t. Never give in to a jock!

“No,” Caleb said and grabbed Lucas’ hand. “I did. First, by lying to you this morning.”

Lucas tugged away his hand. “What do you mean? When did you lie to me?”

Caleb grabbed the remote and paused the game while he shifted on the sofa, facing Lucas. “I told you I was only looking for a fun time. That I wasn’t looking for a commitment.”

Lucas’ heart pounded. “And that’s not true?”

“No. It’s not. I mean, it used to be. I’ve always thought I would find time for love and relationships once I made it to the Show, but what if that never happens? And what if…what if I meet the right person before that happens?”

Lucas swallowed hard. It was too early for Caleb to say that. It was too rash. “But you’re right about a couple of things. We did just meet. And—”

“And you don’t date men who aren’t out,” Caleb finished for him.

Lucas nodded and ran his fingers through his hair. “Wow. We kind of lost it for a little while there, huh?”

Caleb smiled. “So, I guess we have a lot to figure out. I didn’t want to go any further without being honest. And then I don’t want to take advantage of you. I’m still sure I don’t want to out myself yet. I’m not…not ready. And to be honest, I’m not sure it’s only because of my dream to make it to the Majors.”

Lucas’ hope for a chance with Caleb dissipated, but he wanted to be supportive. “Look. Coming out is a very personal thing, Caleb. I can’t make you do it, nor would I want to. Only you will know when it’s the right time. I can’t help you with that decision.”

Caleb nodded. “I guess this means we need to cool things down.”

Lucas tilted his head and studied the man next to him. He was definitely drawn to him, and not just physically, either. He liked that Caleb was being honest. “What if I said we could just take things very slow?”

Caleb grinned. “I’d like that.”

Lucas twined his fingers through Caleb’s. “Okay. Back to work. There’s a game tonight and I need more tutoring. Teach.”

Caleb laughed and unpaused the game, then they settled in, still holding hands.

* * * *

Several more hours passed until it was time for Lucas to head out.

“Wait!” Caleb ran to his room, returning with a baseball and a glove. “Take these and get used to the feel. It’s just an old practice set I have. You need to understand what it’s like to hold a baseball.”

Caleb spent a few minutes showing Lucas how to wear, use, and hold the glove. Lucas had to admit, Caleb was right. It did make it more real when he had the items in his hand.

“This has been fun,” he conceded as he packed up his laptop.

“I know. You’re a fast learner, Landry.” Caleb clapped him on the shoulder.

A shiver ran through Lucas and he tried not to remember their hot make-out session. Or the fact that while they’d watched the rest of the game, they’d sat side by side, thighs occasionally brushing against each other, still holding hands. It took all his willpower to keep from running his fingers through Caleb’s hair.

Caleb’s phone rang and he pulled it out of his pocket. “Dodson.”

Lucas watched as Caleb paced the room. God, the man was solid. His thigh muscles flexed under his jeans and carried him effortlessly across the room.

He turned away when his c**k started twitching. The longer he was around Caleb, the more Lucas wanted him. There was something about Caleb that drew Lucas to him. An invisible pull that he couldn’t fight—didn’t want to fight, if he was honest with himself. s**t, he needed to get the hell out of Caleb’s apartment. He couldn’t think clearly.

“Thanks, see you later at the stadium.” Caleb ended his call and turned to Lucas. “That was Coach Newberry. Johnston just sprained his ankle. He’s out for now.”

“I’m sorry. What happened?”

“i***t was skateboarding with his son. Fell off the damn thing.”

“Ouch. What part did he play?”

“Position,” Caleb corrected. “It’s not a part, it’s a position.” He gave a small smile. “He’s an outfielder. Plays center. Nice guy.”

Lucas swallowed hard. The way Caleb looked at him heated his skin.

“Anyway, Newberry said that Johnston offered to sit with you tonight and help you report the game, so we may not need any more tutoring sessions.”

Lucas’ heart fell to his stomach and his gaze flew to Caleb’s eyes. Did he see disappointment there, too? He looked away and headed to the door. “Oh…well, thank you for the lesson.”

Caleb met him at the door and pulled it open for him. “See you tonight?”

Lucas nodded and stepped out into the sunshine. He had a lot to remember for tonight. He didn’t have time to sort out all his feelings for Caleb. Right now, he just wanted to do a good job and get reassigned to the news.