19. Jansen
19
JANSEN
Last night was amazing. Not only did I have fun at the bar with Stephen, but I also had fun back at his place with him. This time it was me on my knees. I was far from good at blow jobs, but the end result was the same—Stephen coming down my throat and me swallowing as much as I could. I had to work on my skills though. Like hockey, the more I practiced, the better I’d become, and damn, did I want to be a master at sucking dick. Stephen’s dick to be precise.
I was hard just thinking about him while still pushing the edges of sleep away. My bed was warm and comfortable. It would have been much more so if Stephen was in it with me. I couldn’t rush this though. I didn’t want to push for more if he wasn’t ready. Whatever he wanted, I would do. He was too important to me to fuck things up with.
My phone vibrated on my nightstand. By the amount of light coming into the room, I figured it was around eight. One guess who it was messaging me. I almost didn’t reach for it. After all the pictures taken of us last night, it could only be one thing. Okay, maybe more than one. More likely it was Katie with links to articles that mentioned me. The guys on the team were probably texting me too.
Groaning, I gave in and picked up my phone. I ignored the guys and Katie to open Kasper’s text first. No one ignored him when he reached out.
Kasper: I saw the news and wanted to say I’m happy for you. If you need anything, I’m here, as well as the entire Jetties organization.
Me: Thank you. I appreciate that more than you know.
Kasper: Remember, I’ve been there. Not in the same sense since everyone knew I was gay, but having a relationship the public follows isn’t easy, especially one with a man. If there are any issues with the media, fans, you name it, let me know.
Me: Will do and thanks again.
Man, Kasper was one of the best people. I really lucked out joining the Jetties. Hopefully, I stayed with the team for a long time to come. I’d have to be at the top of my game, but I could do that, especially with my best friend kicking my ass in off-season training.
Next, I clicked on the text from Katie and quickly went through the links. Most were talking about me being on a date. Some of the shit publications were making a big deal of me being with a guy. Whatever. They weren’t ones the Jetties cared about. Katie said she only sent them so I knew what was going on. The Jetties never gave them the time of day otherwise.
She also told me it was up to me whether I wanted to release a statement or not. If I did, I could do it on my own or Katie could work something up. I texted her and said I’d handle it. It was my relationship with Stephen. It should come from me.
Last night, before I left Stephen’s place, we talked about the potential media circus coming our way. He knew I’d have to say something publicly and said whatever I chose to write was fine with him. He trusted me. That meant a lot. I couldn’t fall right to sleep last night so I drafted something, knowing I’d end up posting it instead of having the team say it.
I decided to record a video instead of a text post. I wanted the fans to see how sincere I was. So, I got out of bed, handled my usual morning business, and made myself look presentable. I set my phone up, so I had a good shot, and had my tablet below it with what I’d written down for reference. I hit record.
“Hey, everyone. It’s your favorite defenseman coming to you on this beautiful Saturday morning. I saw the media coverage and wanted to address my romantic situation. First, I’d like to say that my sexuality isn’t up for discussion. Who I choose to spend my time with shouldn’t matter, yet it does.”
I paused to rub my hand over my face.
“The thing is, it’s really no one’s business but mine and the person I’m with. I’m just a guy who happens to enjoy spending time with another guy. I didn’t stop liking women. Right now, I’m with him though. I get that I’m in the public eye. So, here’s the thing.”
I took a deep breath and let it out.
“By now you know the name of the guy I’m dating. He’s the best. Smart as hell, too smart for me. He’s sweet and funny too. Just… be kind to him. He deserves the world and I’m hoping I can give it to him. We’re still new and I want to see how far we go. I really care about him. I’m going to ask for privacy while we continue to get to know each other.”
I chuckled. “Okay, that’s enough of this sappy shit. Have a great weekend. Enjoy the weather. Give someone you care about a hug. Let them know how special they are. Also, get ready because preseason will be here before you know it.”
I ended the recording and relaxed my shoulders. With Stephen and Serilda not sharing the same last name, people wouldn’t be quick to put them together. Serilda changed her name before she started modeling. She said her mother’s maiden name was more sophisticated.
Grabbing my phone, I played the video. I was my usual fun self, not too serious but I got my point across. I loved my fans and hoped they loved me still, even though I was dating a guy. If they didn’t, that was their loss. I wouldn’t give up Stephen for them. I deserved to be happy, and he was the person who made me so.
With the video done, I posted it on my social media sites and went back to my text messages. I had a bunch from the guys on the team, offering their support and wishing me and Stephen well. It meant a lot to me.
My stomach started growling, reminding me I hadn’t eaten yet, so I put my phone down and started whipping up breakfast. As I was taking biscuits from the oven, there was a knock on my door. Not many could just walk up here. I hoped it wasn’t one of the guys. I definitely didn’t make enough to feed multiple players. We had huge appetites.
When I opened the door, Stephen was on the other side. I lit up like a damn firework. “Hey, what are you doing here?”
He stepped closer and kissed me hard and fast. Hell yeah, I could get on board with this.
I wrapped my arms around him, pulled him inside, and closed the door behind him, making sure to lock it. I was so happy I decided to add him to the list of people who could come to my door.
His tongue swept into my mouth, and I drank down his minty flavor. It was easy getting lost in him.
The sound of a timer going off drew me back to reality, where I was making breakfast.
I quickly leaned away and said, “Give me a minute. I’m in the middle of cooking.”
He smiled and followed me to the kitchen. Luckily, nothing was burned. It was the timer for the biscuits, which I had taken out early because they were a nice golden brown. I stirred the creamy sausage gravy to make sure it was good too. This was something my mom taught me to make. I loved the taste of it but didn’t indulge too often.
I was in a good mood, had a great man, and decided to cook. That reminded me, I needed to call my parents and tell them about Stephen. Although, they’d see my posts and probably question Gareth before calling me. That should buy me some time.
I turned everything off and covered the food so it would stay warm because there was no way I was going to turn down having Stephen in my arms again. Food could wait.
Stephen leaned against the counter, looking cute as hell in his well put together outfit, like he always did.
“I saw your post,” he said. “Nicely done.”
I shrugged. “I spoke from the heart.”
“You want to give me the world?”
“Yeah, I do.” I stopped in front of him and put my hands on his hips, peering into his green eyes.
“What if I want to give it to you as well?”
“Then we’re going to be really happy together.”
My lips found the spot below his ear, and I started pressing kisses down his neck and back up the other side before working my way to his mouth. My fingers found the front of his pants and started working them open. Stephen was doing the same to me. I moaned the moment his palm touched my dick.
I didn’t expect him to put our dicks together and grip us at the same time. I moaned. Again. Holy hell, why did this feel so good? He was hard as steel against me, but his hand was so soft.
I slapped around the side of the kitchen island until I found the drawer handle and pulled it open, grabbing the tube of lube in there. I quickly uncapped it and dropped a bit on top of us so Stephen’s hand could glide easier.
“You keep lube in your kitchen?” he asked against my lips, his breath coming faster.
“Ever since you came into my life like this, I’m horny all the fucking time.”
“Let me help you with that.”
We became panted breaths, drawn out moans, parted lips, and tongues. I ran one hand under his shirt to tease his nipple while my other hand worked his pants lower, and I took his balls into my palm. I loved the feel of him. He was different than what I was used to but so perfect.
His grip tightened on us, and he picked up his pace. I was strung tight, about to blow.
With a quick pinch of his nipple, Stephen cried out against me and shot over us both. It was all I needed to follow him, splintering apart as my orgasm rushed through me.
We kept kissing as he slowly released us, his hand no doubt covered in our joint mess. I leaned back and pulled my shirt off to clean us both, but it wasn’t good enough. He hiked up his pants enough for us to walk to my shower, where we quickly stripped and let the steam from the water wrap around us. We couldn’t stop touching one another, couldn’t stop kissing. Even when I was rubbing shampoo through his hair, I had my lips on him. At least until I got soap in my mouth. That did not taste good.
Stephen laughed as I spit it onto the shower floor. That laugh was quickly cut off as I dropped to my knees and took his dick into my mouth. I had to practice, right? I wanted this man to come harder with me than he ever had with anyone else. I wanted him to remember who made him feel like this. I wanted him to always desire me.
Maybe I was becoming a bit possessive. So what? I’d never felt like this before and would be damned if I changed anything about what Stephen and I had. I was going to hold on to him with both hands and not let go until he wanted me to. Everything was so good with him, beyond what I could have imagined.
There was no doubt in my mind I was falling for him. A man I never expected to have feelings for and be with like this. Yet here we were.
Stephen threaded his fingers into my hair and started pumping his dick in my mouth. My eyes teared, blending with the water falling over us. I couldn’t breathe, but I didn’t care. The look on his face as he came was worth it.