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On Defense: The Beautiful Game of Love
On Defense: The Beautiful Game of Love
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On a connecting flight from North Carolina to Boston, on arguably the worst day of his young life, Tristan Shaw meets someone who is completely wrong for him. Straight, sporty and ridiculously good looking, Noah Thomas is everything Tristan is running from and everything he can't resist.
After a heated one night stand, Tristan and Noah start a long distance friendship that turns into something more, but can Tristan compete with Noah's one true love? Noah might just have to pick between a professional career in soccer and the love of his life.
Warning: This deliciously naughty 56,00 word novella contains oral sex, anal sex, phone sex and webcam sex.
Excerpt From On Defense
“I like the way you say my name,” Noah said lowly. “It… it turns me on.”
Tristan’s face flushed red and he refused to look at Noah.
“Look at me,” Noah said.
Tristan obeyed again, helpless. Noah’s warm eyes were now dark, gazing intently at Tristan.
“We’re friends right?” Noah asked. Tristan nodded, biting at his lip. “Really good friends, right?” Tristan nodded again. “Take off the shirt.”
Tristan’s eyes widened. “Noah--”
“Don’t say my name if you’re going to say no after it,” Noah said. “Don’t tease me.”
Tristan shook his head rapidly, unable to even speak. He wanted to tell Noah they couldn’t do this, because they were really good friends. Because Noah was straight. Because Tristan’s heart still ached from earlier, still felt fragile. Tristan wanted to remind Noah that he was the one to say he couldn’t be with Tristan before, when they’d talked on the phone for the first time. He was the one that said he couldn’t do this, whatever it was.
But Noah’s eyes were so honest, his face still so kind and so turned on. Tristan put a hand to the screen and shivered as Noah did the same.
And then he pulled the shirt up over his head. They were even now, both bare chested, though Noah was tan and muscular while Tristan was pale and slight. It made Tristan feel insecure in comparison.
“Fuck, I want to touch you,” Noah rasped and Tristan believed him.
“I can… I mean…” Tristan shivered and held Noah’s gaze. He slid a hot palm down his own chest, caressing and stroking across his nipples, gasping at his own touch.
“Kneel up,” Noah told him after awhile. “Let me see you.”
Tristan did as instructed., kneeling up so that his lower body was on display. There was a definite bulge in his black briefs and he shook at the thought of Noah seeing him.
“Touch yourself,” Noah said.
Tristan shook, his hands slipping down to his hips. “No,” Tristan said, voice thick with desire. “Not unless you do, too.”
Noah knelt up and shoved down his worn plaid boxers before Tristan could even say another word. Talk about skipping right to the main event. Noah’s cock sprung out of his boxers, just as hard and as perfect as Tristan remembered. Noah immediately wrapped a hand around himself, moaning at the touch.
After a heated one night stand, Tristan and Noah start a long distance friendship that turns into something more, but can Tristan compete with Noah's one true love? Noah might just have to pick between a professional career in soccer and the love of his life.
Warning: This deliciously naughty 56,00 word novella contains oral sex, anal sex, phone sex and webcam sex.
Excerpt From On Defense
“I like the way you say my name,” Noah said lowly. “It… it turns me on.”
Tristan’s face flushed red and he refused to look at Noah.
“Look at me,” Noah said.
Tristan obeyed again, helpless. Noah’s warm eyes were now dark, gazing intently at Tristan.
“We’re friends right?” Noah asked. Tristan nodded, biting at his lip. “Really good friends, right?” Tristan nodded again. “Take off the shirt.”
Tristan’s eyes widened. “Noah--”
“Don’t say my name if you’re going to say no after it,” Noah said. “Don’t tease me.”
Tristan shook his head rapidly, unable to even speak. He wanted to tell Noah they couldn’t do this, because they were really good friends. Because Noah was straight. Because Tristan’s heart still ached from earlier, still felt fragile. Tristan wanted to remind Noah that he was the one to say he couldn’t be with Tristan before, when they’d talked on the phone for the first time. He was the one that said he couldn’t do this, whatever it was.
But Noah’s eyes were so honest, his face still so kind and so turned on. Tristan put a hand to the screen and shivered as Noah did the same.
And then he pulled the shirt up over his head. They were even now, both bare chested, though Noah was tan and muscular while Tristan was pale and slight. It made Tristan feel insecure in comparison.
“Fuck, I want to touch you,” Noah rasped and Tristan believed him.
“I can… I mean…” Tristan shivered and held Noah’s gaze. He slid a hot palm down his own chest, caressing and stroking across his nipples, gasping at his own touch.
“Kneel up,” Noah told him after awhile. “Let me see you.”
Tristan did as instructed., kneeling up so that his lower body was on display. There was a definite bulge in his black briefs and he shook at the thought of Noah seeing him.
“Touch yourself,” Noah said.
Tristan shook, his hands slipping down to his hips. “No,” Tristan said, voice thick with desire. “Not unless you do, too.”
Noah knelt up and shoved down his worn plaid boxers before Tristan could even say another word. Talk about skipping right to the main event. Noah’s cock sprung out of his boxers, just as hard and as perfect as Tristan remembered. Noah immediately wrapped a hand around himself, moaning at the touch.
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