BRINGING THE HEAT: AN EROTIC SHORT STORY BY Tiffany Reisz
Bringing the Heat is available in print in the anthology Hungry For More anthology from Cleis Press.
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Strike one was the game itself.
By the fifth inning Jada decided her first date with Ryan would be her last date with Ryan. This wasn’t even a date. It was a minor league baseball game in 98 degree weather. In other words, torture.
“Hey, wanna go get us some drinks?” Ryan asked, handing her his credit card. He stood next to her—and had been standing next to her for the entire hour. At first she thought he did it to shield her from the blistering sun. But no, he just wanted to see the action better.
“You’re buying. How chivalrous.” Jada forced the sarcasm from her voice and stopped herself from rolling her eyes. Her mother taught her better than that. Then again her mother never went on a date with Ryan.
“I take care of my girl.”
My girl? This was the first date and he called her “my girl?”
Ryan looked down and winked at her over his sunglasses.
Strike two.
She would never ever have sex with this man.
Ever.
Jada hauled herself to her feet. Sticky with sweat, she left half her thighs on the seat.
“Wait.” Ryan grabbed her arm. “You don’t want to miss this.”
“What?” she asked. “I told you I don’t know anything about baseball.”
“Flak Gordon’s up to bat. Just watch.”
“Don’t you mean Flash Gordan?”
“No, Baby. Flak. Real name is Jack, but Flak’s his nickname. You’re about to see why.”
She exhaled heavily as she raised her hand to shield her eyes. “What am I watching?”
“Martyrdom.” Ryan grinned broadly, saying the word with relish.
“What?”
“Pay attention,” Ryan said in a rude and testy tone.
Jada ignored the tone and watched. The player in question—Flak Gordon, number 29 batting for the Devils—walked to home plate with a loose easy stride. A handsome boy, he couldn’t have been more than 23 or 24. He had an all-American look to him. Their seats were close enough she could see the grin on his face. Why was he smiling?
The pitcher wound up and threw the ball. Flak swung and missed. He didn’t swing at the second pitch. On the third pitch the entire crowd groaned as the ball hit him in the shoulder.
“What the hell?” Jada asked as Flak threw his bat down and jogged to first base.
“They need to load the bases,” Ryan explained. “Leaning into the pitch and getting hit with the ball is a surefire way to get on first.”
“Damn. That must have hurt.” Jada couldn’t even see the ball it traveled so fast.
“The pitchers bring the heat when Flak comes up to bat,” said a man in front of them, eager to join in her baseball education. “He doesn’t seem to mind. Must be a masochist.”
Masochist? Suddenly this game started to get interesting.
Flak hit first base and some guy wearing the same uniform patted him on the back. The back pat didn’t stay a back pat, however.
“Is that guy rubbing Flak’s ass?” she asked Ryan.
“He’s the first base coach.”
“Looks more like he’s trying for third base to me.”
“Don’t make this a gay thing.” Ryan glared at her.
“What? You don’t think there are gay baseball players?” She sure as hell hoped there were gay baseball players. She loved the thought of two guys having sex, manly guys, guys other straight guys wanted to be like. One of her favorite nighttime masturbation fantasies was watching two men together. Two cocks were always better than one.
“Don’t be gross.”
“Gay men aren’t gross.”
“Aren’t you getting us drinks?”
“Get your own.” She threw the credit card at his feet and walked out of the stands. She wouldn’t have minded a baseball game on the third date or fourth date. She wouldn’t have minded going with him as a favor. But Ryan had been pursuing her at work for weeks and she’d finally given in, if only to shut him up. He was cute. That’s really all he had going for him. Cute didn’t trump homophobic, especially not after her favorite cousin Deion had just come out of the closet to his conservative Baptist parents last month. He’d stayed with her during the fallout. Saying gay men or gay sex was gross?
Strike three. And she was out of there.
Jada continued to mentally berate Ryan as she wandered around the concession stands. Ryan had driven so she had to call her friend Viv for a ride. But Viv was working so she’d have to wait an hour or more before she got there. Better waiting an hour or two than spending another minute in Ryan’s company. She bought a bottle of water and started to wander around the stadium to kill time.
From the stands she heard shouting, applauding, cheering. Sounded like the home team won. Good for them. She was no baseball fan but the boys she saw out on the field were all young, fresh-faced, and sexy as hell in their tight white pants, ball caps, and jerseys. She should have dated a baseball player in college. Maybe it wasn’t too late. Only twenty-seven, she could still pass for twenty-two or twenty-three. Maybe she’d check out the locker room and see if she could meet any of them. Wouldn’t that be the best revenge on Ryan? Dating one of his home team heroes...
Worth a shot.
It took a while but finally she found the Devils’ locker room. The game was still on so it looked deserted. Minor league teams clearly didn’t have the money for anything as fancy as security guards.
Inside the locker room, Jada nosed around. Nothing much to see. Just lockers, shoes, dirty uniforms, and towels strewn everywhere. Wandering into the shower room, she smiled at all the hair product laying around. Straight or gay, all men wanted to look good. Jada froze when she heard voices—two of men, both male. Not wanting to get arrested for trespassing, she hid in one of the shower stalls.
Two men stepped into the shower area—one in uniform, the other in black track pants and a white t-shirt.
“Is it bad?” the man in track pants asked. “Where’s it hurt?”
“Inner thigh. I think it’s just a strain,” said the younger player—number 29 himself, Flak Gordon.
“Let’s make sure it’s nothing worse.”
They stepped into the room right across from the shower stalls. Through the other side of the curtain, Jada could peer in and see everything. It seemed to be some kind of therapy room. A padded leather table only about four feet high constituted the only furniture in the room. A plaque on the door read “Evan Christopher, Sports Therapist.”
Flak started to strip out of his uniform. Jada winced at the black bruise that covered the left side of his back where the fastball had struck him. Other than the bruise, however, Flak’s body was flawless—broad shoulders, well-muscled and sturdy, and yet not an ounce of fat on him. A young man’s body. The trainer, Evan, was sexy in his own right too. Slightly taller and about five years older, Evan wore wire-rimmed glasses on his handsome, intelligent face and had a seductive five o’clock shadow on his sculpted lower jaw.
Evan handed Flak a towel. The ballplayer, now completely naked, lay flat on his back on the table. He covered his groin with the towel, which made Jada almost groan with frustration. She couldn’t see the action through a damn towel.
At the sink, Evan washed his hands and doused them with some kind of liquid. He slid his hands under the towel and started to massage Flak’s left inner thigh.
“Did you slide?”
“Like a motherfucker,” Flak said.
Evan grinned.
“Hope it was worth it.”
“We won.”
“Then it was worth it. How’s this feel?” Evan asked as his hand slid deeper under the towel.
“Good,” Flak said, slightly panting.
“Good?”
“I mean, it hurts.” Flak seemed to realize “Good” was not the right answer. “I mean your hand...fuck.”
Flak glanced down and Jada noticed that the towel over his groin had risen a few inches.
Evan didn’t miss a beat.
“Happens all the time. Don’t worry about it.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” Evan said, still massaging Flak’s inner thigh. “The straightest guys on the planet get erections during massages and therapy. Especially on groin muscles. I won’t take it personally.”
“Thanks, Evan.” Flak laid his head back down again. His chest heaved with a slow breath. He seemed to be willing his erection away. It wasn’t working.
“Unless it is personal.”
“What?”
Evan stared straight at Flak with a little smile on his lips.
“I’ve been counting, Flak. This is the fifth time you’ve come to me with injuries in the past two weeks. You step into heaters, slide when you don’t need to slide...Are you trying to get on my table?”
Flak didn’t answer at first.
“You know I’m gay, right?” Evan asked, his voice soft and soothing. “I don’t care if you’re into me or just into playing hard on the field, but if you’re getting yourself hurt so I’ll touch you, that’s got to stop. Now are you really hurt or are you just trying to get my attention?”
“I don’t know. Do I have your attention?” Flak asked. Jada ached with sympathy. She could hear the uncertainty in his voice.
“Does this answer your question?” Evan moved his hand under the towel and Flak’s shoulders rose off the massage table.
“God, yes.”
When Evan pulled off the towel, Jada saw he had Flak’s erection in his hand. He stroked slowly with a full-handed grip as Flak rose up on his elbows and watched himself being touched.
“Is this okay?” Flak asked, still staring at Evan’s hand on him. “You and me doing this?”
“No rules about players and trainers not getting involved. Of course, no one would ever dream a player would want to.”
“I want to. God, do I want to...”
“You’ve done this before, right?” Evan asked, concentrating his attention on the tip now.
“Yeah. I dated someone in college. Just with the team, I’m not out yet.”
“It’s okay. You’re out to me. That’s a good start.”
“Thanks. And thanks for that,” Flak said, smiling at the sight of Evan still rubbing his erection.
“You want more than this?”
Flak nodded. “I’ve been leaning into pitches for two weeks trying to get to you, Evan. I want all of you I can get.”
“Then you get all of me,” Evan said as he brought his mouth down to Flak’s. They kissed hard and deep, with Evan’s hand clasped tightly around Flak’s penis. Jada couldn’t stop herself from lifting up her skirt and slipping a hand into her panties. She dipped her index finger into her vagina, covering it with her own wetness. She felt hollow inside, hollow and hungry and intensely aroused.
Evan kissed his way down Flak’s chest and stomach as the ballplayer panted. The panting turned into a muted groan as Evan brought his mouth down onto him, taking every inch of Flak deep into his mouth.
As he sucked, Evan caressed Flak’s long muscled legs and hips while Flak laid his hand lightly on the back of Evan’s neck. Jada had never seen anything more erotic than these two men lost in desire of each other. They were both obviously strong men who could take care of themselves in a fight, but their mouths and hands on each other were gentle, almost tender. Jada could only watch and stroke her clitoris.
“Please...” Flak forced the word out as Evan moved his mouth up and down, licking every inch of him.
“Please what?” Evan grinned up at Flak.
“Do you top?”
Evan nodded, his hand stroking Flak. “You want me in you?”
“So fucking much,” Flak breathed.
“Can’t say no to that.”
Evan stepped away from the table and rooted around in a black duffle bag on the floor. He pulled a condom and a tube of lubricant from the bag.
“You come prepared,” Flak said, sounding relieved and impressed.
“I also come hard. And I come inside. And I come often.”
“I love baseball but seriously, this should be American’s pastime.” Flak laughed as he laid his head back on the table.
Evan pulled his glasses off and laid them on his duffle bag before stripping out of his shirt. Before his hands on Flak were gentle and careful. Now he grabbed the ballplayer’s legs and shoved them to his chest.
“Stay there,” Evan said with a wink. That wink nearly sent Jada over the edge. Her vagina spasmed with desire. She couldn’t believe she was here watching these two beautiful men during their first time together. It was wrong to spy on them and she knew it. But revealing herself now would ruin the moment for them.
Flak wrapped his arms under his knees to hold his legs against his chest while Evan popped the lid on the lube. After putting a thick coating of the clear gel on his hand, Evan started to work two fingers into Flak.
“Good?” Evan asked as he moved his hand slowly in and out.
“God damn,” Flak breathed.
“I guess that’s good then. And this?”
Evan turned his hand and Flak flinched.
“Jesus, I almost came from that.” Flak half-laughed, half-grunted the words.
“They give us a lot of anatomy training. Women have their g-spot. We have ours. Again?”
“Please.”
Slower this time, Evan pushed his two fingers into Flak. From where Jada stood, it looked like he was moving his hand in and up. He made small tight circles as Flak closed his eyes and softly moaned from obvious pleasure. If she could she would have moaned too.
“That’s amazing,” Flak said, his eyes still closed.
“You feel amazing. I can’t wait to get in you.”
“You don’t have to wait.”
“You sure? How’s that strained groin doing?”
“Never felt better.”
Evan pulled his fingers out of Flak and shoved his track pants and underwear down to his knees. Quickly and expertly he ripped open the condom package and rolled it on in only seconds.
He positioned himself between Flak’s thighs and slowly started to push in inch by inch.
Once inside, Evan settled against Flak, their naked chests touching. Their mouths met in a desperate kiss as Evan’s hips pumped against Flak over and over again.
Jada stared, mesmerized by the sight of the two men together, their mouths and tongues and bodies intertwined. Evan’s shoulder blades moved with each thrust, his back arching and bowing as he worked himself deeper and deeper inside Flak. For his part, Flak could do nothing in his current position but lie there and take it from Evan, who seemed to be in no hurry to reach the end of this encounter. His thrusts were slow and hard and Flak took a quick breath in each time Evan pulled out and penetrated him again.
While she watched, Jada worked her clitoris harder and faster, desperate for release. She envied Flak the cock inside him. She’d kill to get fucked right now. As quietly as she could, she pushed her panties down her thighs and raised a foot to the shower wall. With her left hand, she pushed three fingers deep inside herself, pressing the knuckles into her own g-spot, while her right hand continued to tease her clitoris. It took all her concentration to stay silent as she filled herself up with her own fingers.
“I want to fuck you forever,” Evan said before biting Flak’s chest.
“Someone’s gonna need this table eventually.”
“We should move this party to my place then. Or yours.”
“I don’t care as long as you don’t stop doing that.”
“You mean this?” Evan slammed his hips into Flak and Flak gasped.
“That.”
“Did that hurt?” Evan asked. “You winced.”
Flak shook his head. “Your cock doesn’t hurt. I just have a big damn bruise on my back.”
“Shit. Forgot about the bruise.”
Evan pulled out of Flak.
“You don’t have to stop. Seriously.” Flak said, rolling up on the table.
“I’m not. Just changing positions. Come here.” Evan took Flak by the wrist and made him stand at the end of the table.
Evan kissed Flak once, long and lustfully, before turning Flak around.
“Bend over and hold onto the edge of the table,” Evan ordered. Flak complied instantly. Jada watched Evan angle his erection and push it back into Flak. He made a few practice thrusts before wrapping his arms around Flak’s chest and pounding into him. Flak clung to the table as Evan pushed and pushed against him, this time without his prior patience. It was all need now—need and hunger and two bodies joined together.
Evan wrapped a hand around Flak’s erection again as his thrusts increased in speed and intensity.
“Come...please...” Flak begged. “I want you to come while you’re in me. I’ve wanted that for weeks.”
Evan was too far gone in ecstasy to respond. All he could do was thrust so hard into Flak even Jada winced. Low grunts, sounds almost like pain, escaped Evan’s throat as he rammed into Flak. Jada couldn’t wait anymore. As Evan came with a few final brutal thrusts, she came too. Her vagina contracted around her hand, her clitoris pulsed against her fingers, her whole body shook and shuddered with the most intense orgasm she’d had in years.
For a few seconds, Evan rested his forehead against the back of Flak’s neck. But then he pulled out and pushed Flak back onto the table. He pushed the ballplayer’s thighs apart, shoved his fingers inside him, and brought his mouth down once more onto Flak’s erection.
Flak writhed under Evan’s mouth, grasping at the edge of the table.
He came so hard his body jackknifed. Jada came so hard, she nearly slid to the floor.
“Fuck...” Flak collapsed back on the table and laughed tiredly.
“I think that’s what we just did.” Evan wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before kissing Flak.
“Can we do it again?”
Evan smiled as he pulled off the condom and wrapped it in a tissue.
“We can. We should. We will. Just not here. We’re lucky no one walked in on us.”
“Oh shit, I didn’t even think about that. I guess there are janitors around.”
“There are—and who knows who else. Get dressed. We’ll go to my place and talk.”
“Just talk?”
“Well...just for starters.” Evan kissed Flak again and Jada smiled. God, what a cute couple.
Between talking and kissing, it took Evan and Flak about ten minutes to get cleaned up and clear out of the therapy room. Jada waited another ten minutes to make certain the coast was clear.
She pulled her panties up and washed her hands in the sink. Surely Viv would be arriving for her any minute. She checked her phone. No missed calls. Not here yet. Good.
In a daze she wandered the stadium, still in shock that she’d gotten to live out her deepest fantasy, seeing two beautiful gay men having incredible sex right in front of her. She’d be getting off on those images for months.
Viv finally arrived and took Jada home. As soon as she was alone, Jada got out her vibrator and relieved the entire scene—Flak’s adorable nervousness, his embarrassment at his own arousal, then the two men kissing, touching, the first tentative penetration with fingers, the thrusting...
* * *
Monday at work the image of Evan inside Flak still consumed her thoughts. She was so distracted by them she didn’t even hear Ryan approach her desk.
“Jada?”
“What?” she asked, annoyed at having her delicious fantasizing interrupted.
“What the hell happened? You disappeared at the game.”
“I did.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re an insensitive homophobe whose mother never taught him how to treat a lady right.”
“I’d treat a lady right if I ever met one.”
“And that’s why I disappeared on Saturday. Because on top of being a homophobe who doesn’t know how to treat a lady, you’re an ass.”
“Whatever. Last time I go out with a baseball-hating bitch.”
He walked away. She flipped him off.
As soon as he was gone she Googled a phone number and dialed it.
“Devils’ box office?” came the voice on the other line.
“Yes. I’d like to buy season tickets.”