Setting the program in his lap, Colby points out both their numbers, then draws imaginary lines down until his fingers meet. “Like what, three games from now?”
Van prods the program with his forefinger, his hand dangerously close to Colby’s crotch. If the program weren’t in the way… “Here?” he asks, smoothing down the paper. “Not the next game, but maybe two after that?”
“Yeah.” Colby’s voice cracks at Van’s closeness and he clears his throat. In his shorts, his d**k stiffens in response to Van’s touch and he’s glad he didn’t wear that c**k ring after all. If he stands now, the whole beach will see how hard he is for this guy beside him. Van rubs over the program gently, his hand drifting closer and closer to Colby’s groin.
Without warning, Megan snatches the program away. Van places hi
