As soon as he had climbed stiffly into Mason’s Beretta he handed
the ball to Mason.
“A couple of the hits were late.” Parker
wriggled against Mason’s chest. “Those fucking refs were blind, or
playing for the other team.”
It wasn’t like Parker to swear, especially
when they were alone. “Want me to give you a back rub? I’ve got
some massage oil around here somewhere.” Mason didn’t add that its
usual purpose was as an aid to jerking off.
“Would you? I was gonna get one from the
trainer after the game, but I knew you’d be waiting, and I didn’t
want to delay us.” Parker had been given permission to leave the
Jackson campus with Mason, rather than return on the team bus.
Mason sighed before gently pushing Parker
from him and rising from the sofa. “You should have stayed. I feel
terrible that you’ve been in pain all this time.”
“I’m tough.”
Mason leaned down and kissed the recumbent
Parker on the lips. “But what few people realize is inside that