CHAPTER FOURTEEN
“I saw you during the meeting, you know,” Jesse said in a conversational tone as Connor pulled away from HCI. It was a bright fall day, the temperatures back up into summer-like ranges.
Connor shot him a glance out of the corner of his eye. “Yeah?”
“Mm-hmm. Glaring at Tanner and me.”
“I wasn’t glaring,” Connor retorted. “I was?—”
Jesse settled a hand on his thigh.
“What are you doing?” Connor said warily.
“Nothing.” Jesse grinned. “Continue. You were …”
“Uh.” Connor cleared his throat. “I was keeping an eye on things. Making sure you were behaving.”
“What’d you think? That Tanner and I were going to go at it in the middle of a team meeting?”
“Of course not,” Connor sputtered.
Jesse’s grin widened, his hand inching a little higher on Connor’s sweatpants. “Suuure.”
Connor pulled into the left-turn lane and slowed to a stop, glaring at Jesse. “Gavin ordered me to keep an eye on you is all. I’m trying to do my job as captain.”
Jesse squeezed his thigh. “And you’re doing such a good job keeping me in line,” he cooed.
“Oh fuck you,” Connor said, though he was laughing a little.
“No, it’s true. You’ve got me all locked down. I’m at the rink on time every day and I’m not staying out late for hookups.”
Jesse rubbed a circle on Connor’s thigh and Connor resisted the urge to spread his legs wider and give him better access. “Well?—”
Behind him, someone honked.
“Light’s green,” Jesse said.
Connor cursed and hit the accelerator.
“You know, you’re practically a miracle worker,” Jesse said a moment later. He shifted, leaning a little closer to Connor, the edge of his pinkie grazing Connor’s dick.
“I’m sure somebody will give me a trophy for it,” he said through gritted teeth. He glanced over to check for traffic so he could merge into the right lane. This was dangerous but it sent an unexpected thrill through Connor. Exciting, because he’d never done anything like it before.
He was getting hard already and Jesse had barely touched him.
“They’ll name it the Jesse L. Webber trophy I’m sure,” Jesse said brightly. “For the team captain who does the best job keeping their worst-behaved player in line.”
Connor laughed, flicking on his right turn signal and turning right. “L? What does that stand for?”
“Lee. For my grandfather.”
“Ahh.” He cruised down the street for a moment before the thought occurred to him. “Wait, why would it be named after you ? It should be named after me ,” he grumbled. “I’m the one doing all of the fucking hard work here.”
“Oh yeah, so hard.” Jesse leered, cupping his dick.
Connor growled, “Cut it out!” but he didn’t really mean it. And when he glanced back at the upcoming light, he realized it was red and the car ahead of him had stopped.
Connor stomped down, screeching to a halt and leaving half a tire’s worth of rubber behind. He stopped in time, but barely. He was practically in the car’s trunk. The driver shot him a dirty look in the rearview mirror and held up a middle finger.
Connor gave her a weak smile and wave.
“Jesse!” he fumed, turning to look at him.
“Yes?” Jesse gave him an innocent smile. “What?”
“What the fuck are you doing?” he hissed.
“Enjoying my reward.” He squeezed Connor’s dick.
Connor yelped, grabbing Jesse’s wrist, torn because he was annoyed and flustered and a little worried, but also painfully into Jesse’s teasing. “What are you talking about? And would you cut it out?”
“I’ve been on my best behavior lately. Surely that deserves a reward?”
Jesse dragged his thumb across the ridge of Connor’s dick. Even through sweats and underwear, it sent a bolt of heat through Connor.
“So this is my reward,” Jesse said brightly. “Light’s green again, by the way.”
Connor swore again and glanced at the road, where yes, the car in front had pulled ahead.
“Your reward for good behavior is bad behavior?” Connor asked.
“Sure. It’s very motivating.”
If Connor hadn’t been driving, he’d have closed his eyes and prayed for strength. Connor was just grateful he knew this route by heart or he’d never make it home.
As it was, he’d be lucky if he didn’t end up in a wreck.
He breathed deep and concentrated on his driving. He was a few blocks from home when Jesse pressed the heel of his hand a little more firmly onto Connor’s dick.
He choked. “Fuck, what are you doing?”
“Getting you ready,” Jesse said. “I can’t wait to have you fuck my face.”
Blood pounded in Connor’s ears and there was a screech of tires and a long honk before a nearby car in the opposing lane came skidding to a stop.
“I think you blew through a red light there,” Jesse said, his tone as calm as ever.
Connor glanced in his rearview mirror and winced at the car that had stopped halfway through the intersection. Shit, sorry, he thought.
Under normal circumstances he might have slowed and stuck his head out the window to call out an apology but with his luck, he’d cause an accident this time and have to get out of the vehicle with a hard-on.
When Connor turned onto Monument Street, he let out a sigh of relief. As long as he didn’t crash into a tree or parked car, they might actually make it home in one piece.
His hands were shaking when he finally put the SUV into park. “You’re insane,” he choked out, glancing over at his teammate.
“I’m insane?” Jesse said mildly. He let go of Connor’s cock with a gentle squeeze. “I wasn’t the one who nearly rear-ended someone and blew through a red light. You Massachusetts drivers are nuts.”
He made a little tsking noise as he got out of the SUV. “Very irresponsible.”
Connor fumbled for his seat belt. “I’m irresponsible? You were the one?—”
He bit down on the words before he could get them out, suddenly aware of his neighbors nearby. There was a woman walking her dog down the sidewalk half a block ahead and that some people might have their windows open because of the beautiful weather.
Instead of yelling, he glowered at Jesse. “Get in the house!”
Jesse gave him a sly grin. “Damn, I love how eager you are.”
“Jesse,” he warned, though truly he didn’t have much he could threaten him with.
“Fine,” Jesse said with a sigh. “But hurry up. I’m thirsty.”
He licked his lips and sashayed over the door, twitching his ass like he knew Connor’s gaze would be glued to it.
Which, of course it was, but Connor hated giving him the satisfaction of knowing it.
Jesse unlocked the door and Connor gazed skyward, hands on his hips as he took a few deep breaths and tried to remember that he’d only brought this on himself.
He was a little calmer by the time he stepped inside, but that didn’t last long when he found Jesse sprawled on the couch, blatantly rubbing his dick through his clothing.
“C’mere,” he said, crooking a finger. “I wanna suck you.”
“Upstairs,” Connor said firmly. “Now.”
“Aww, c’mon. It’ll be more fun here.” Jesse licked his lips.
“No. Not when half a dozen people in my family have keys and could walk in at any moment. It’s upstairs or nothing.”
“Shit, good point.” Jesse got up off the couch. “Although the threat of getting caught can be hot too,” he pointed out, stripping off his sweatshirt.
Ignoring the fact that Jesse had a good point, Connor planted a hand on his back and shoved him toward the stairs. “Go!”
Once again, blood pounded in Connor’s ears as he followed Jesse up the stairs, but he wasn’t sure if it was from arousal or frustration. Maybe both.
Jesse made a beeline for his bedroom, chucking the sweatshirt on the bed. Connor pulled Jesse’s bedroom door tightly shut behind them, then twisted the lock into place.
They were alone in the house but he’d meant what he said earlier. He couldn’t be too careful. Because he drew the line at getting caught by his family .
“So, are we going to do this or what?” Jesse asked.
Connor stepped forward, curling a hand around the back of Jesse’s neck. “You wanna suck me off so bad? Well, get on your knees and prove it.”
“Fuck yes! Finally.” He pulled away but only far enough to grab a pillow and toss it on the floor.
Connor laughed at his enthusiasm but that quickly faded when Jesse peeled Connor’s sweats and underwear down to mid-thigh. His cock sprang out, not as hard as it had been earlier, but it wouldn’t take much.
Jesse gave him a few strokes of his dry hand, rolled his neck, then sank down over Connor’s cock, engulfing him in the wet heat of his mouth. He bobbed over him like a man on a mission and Connor groaned, because he’d thought Jesse might work up to it a little, but there wasn’t a bit of teasing in his movements as he sucked Connor’s dick like there was nothing in the world he wanted more.
Connor was hard now. Almost painfully so.
“Fuck,” he whispered. He combed his hands through Jesse’s hair, breathing a little shakily. He might have wanted to kill Jesse earlier but now he was starting to wonder if he’d actually died and gone to heaven. “Your mouth .”
Jesse hummed, his eyes sparkling as he glanced up, moving faster over Connor’s dick, the wet, slurping sounds obscenely loud in the quiet room. It was brightly lit too, the sunshine spilling in the windows and showing every detail in high definition. Connor could see the glisten of Jesse’s spit on his cock, the way his mouth was stretched at the corners.
The thickness of his eyelashes over his gray-blue eyes.
Connor closed his eyes, breathing hard, half-afraid he’d come immediately, like an eager teenager. He hadn’t been this wound up in a long time. Of course, the teasing on the way home hadn’t helped.
“You love this, don’t you?” Connor asked roughly, finally understanding that all of Jesse’s teasing had been foreplay. Not just the touch, but the argument. The riled-up emotions turned him on. “You love showing off this way.”
Jesse moaned around his cock, sending tingling vibrations through Connor’s body. His balls tightened, need spreading across his body in heated waves. And maybe Connor was into that same thing. Maybe he loved the way Jesse poked at him and made his temper flare and his blood heat.
And somehow, Jesse knew it.
“You love having my dick in your mouth,” Connor continued. He shifted, widening his stance a little until he had better balance. “You love to be on your knees like this.”
Jesse made an eager sound of agreement and Connor moaned at the sensation, tugging a little harder on Jesse’s hair. As if in answer, Jesse grabbed Connor’s ass cheeks, gripping tighter, forcing Connor’s cock into the back of his throat.
A rush of fire went through Connor. He’d never been with anyone before who loved sucking cock like this. Loved being treated a little more roughly. It reminded him of being on the ice, when adrenaline flooded his body and everything went sharp and crystal-clear.
“Jesse,” he moaned. “Fuck, you feel so goddamn good.”
Jesse bobbed faster, fucking his mouth on Connor’s cock, forcing him deeper into his throat. Connor let out a desperate noise at the hot constriction around the head of his cock, the urge to come building to an almost irresistible level.
Jesse slid off with a pop, then licked his lips. “Can I play with your ass?”
Connor shuddered at the rough sound of Jesse’s voice. That shouldn’t be so hot to know why he was hoarse.
“Just like a finger or two?” Connor asked, curious but a little apprehensive.
“Yeah. Or whatever you’re cool with.”
Connor’s heart sped up. He’d seen how hard Jesse had come with something up his ass. It was worth a try, right?
“Yeah. Yeah, do it.” Maybe that was Jesse’s thing and maybe Connor would hate it but he’d definitely regret it if he didn’t try.
“Grab the lube for me,” Jesse said, smoothing his hands up and down Connor’s thighs.
Connor turned, stumbling toward the nightstand. He dug out the bottle Jesse had used the other day, then handed it over. Jesse shuffled into position, then wet his fingers, his gaze never leaving Connor’s when he took him in his mouth again.
The slick heat of Jesse’s mouth wrecked him and, for a moment, Connor forgot all about what else Jesse wanted to do. But he tensed a little when Jesse reached around him, his fingers brushing Connor’s cheeks.
Connor took a deep breath, forcing himself to relax.
When he did, Jesse slipped his fingers inside the crease of Connor’s ass, teasing a little, gliding along his opening.
The feel of it lit up nerve endings in Connor’s body that he’d never thought about before, making his dick throb. He inadvertently pushed his cock deeper into Jesse’s mouth and Jesse made a soft humming noise around him, gaze questioning.
“Keep going,” Connor said with a quiet gasp. “C’mon. Do it.”
Jesse pushed forward, one long, narrow finger sliding in deep. Connor choked, his grip tightening on Jesse’s hair. Fuck, that felt weird. Weird but good .
He only had hazy memories of what they’d done the night after the wedding but he vaguely remembered this, only now, it seemed like the sensations had been dialed up to eleven, sharp and intense.
Connor clenched around Jesse’s finger, groaning when that only made it feel better. Jesse sucked harder, bobbing over him faster, the muscles in his upper back and arms flexing as he worked Connor over.
“Jesse,” Connor warned, because if Jesse kept this up long, he’d come in no time at all.
But Jesse kept teasing him, working his finger in and out in an overwhelming, twisting slide. Connor’s thighs trembled and he whined in a way that was frankly embarrassing when Jesse pulled his finger out. It was quickly replaced by two digits pressing gently against his entrance.
Connor tensed, head swimming, stomach tight when Jesse teased at his opening for a moment before he gently applied pressure again. Jesse pulled his head away but only far enough to suck at the head of Connor’s dick, teasing along the crown with devastating little flicks of his tongue.
It was so good, so all-consuming that Connor barely noticed what else Jesse was doing until he suddenly had two fingers deep inside him. Connor choked but he could do nothing to stop it.
Nor did he want to. It was good . So fucking good.
Connor had never felt anything like the molten heat pooling in his belly, his head swimming, his entire body trembling with the need to let go.
Jesse pulled away with another wet sound.
“Use your hands,” he said roughly. “Fuck my face. Come down my throat. C’mon, give me what I want, Connor.”
Jesse swallowed Connor down again and Connor’s grip tightened on Jesse’s hair before he could stop himself—beginning to thrust in earnest. Jesse made a happy noise, taking him all the way to the root. Connor shuddered, the dizzying feeling of his impending orgasm racing through his groin and spreading across his body, urging him to come.
When Jesse curled his fingers and sucked harder, everything went white in Connor’s head.
He came with a hoarse shout, gasping out Jesse’s name as he emptied down his throat, fucking past the tight constriction there. That molten heat spread everywhere, leaving him panting and shaking.
Time and space narrowed to the feelings in his body, and his balls ached by the time his head finally cleared enough to think again.
“Christ,” he said fervently, still clutching Jesse’s hair.
Jesse made desperate noise, slapping his thighs, and Connor immediately let go. Jesse slid off him, gulping in air. His face was red and his eyes were watering when he wiped at them with his forearm.
“Shit, you okay?” Connor asked, smoothing his hand more carefully across Jesse’s hair, concerned. “I didn’t?—”
“Fuck, that was perfect ,” Jesse rasped. “I’m gonna pull out now, okay?”
Connor wasn’t sure what he meant until he wiggled his fingers inside Connor’s body. Oh . Jesse pulled free, leaving tingling little sparks in his wake and an odd feeling of emptiness.
Like someone had cut the strings holding him up, Connor staggered back, falling heavily onto the edge of the mattress. The lube bottle rolled toward him, cold against his hip.
Connor’s head still swam a little and he couldn’t quite manage to pull in a steady breath yet. “Fuck,” he said with a gasp.
“You okay there, Connor?” Jesse asked, rising fluidly to his feet, a frown wrinkling his forehead although amusement lurked around his eyes.
Connor nodded, still feeling cum dumb and dazed. “Shit. That was …”
Jesse stalked forward and pushed Connor until he landed on the bed, his feet still resting on the floor. “Yeah? You liked that, huh?”
“Jesus. Liked is an understatement. What did you fucking do to me?” Connor asked, swinging his legs up to stretch out fully. He felt like someone had wrung him out like a towel.
Laughing, Jesse clambered onto the bed and settled over him, his skin warm against Connor’s when he lightly rested his weight against his abs. “I gave you your first prostate orgasm.”
“Shit, why didn’t I know how good they are?” Connor asked, still dazed.
“Mmm, not a conversation I want to have right now,” Jesse said, amusement still lurking in his eyes as he braced a hand on the bed beside Connor’s head.
Connor dazedly wondered what the fuck Jesse was talking about but he quickly lost that train of thought when Jesse leaned in, their mouths inches apart. “Hey. You okay with tasting yourself?”
“Uhh, sure,” Connor managed before Jesse’s lips met his.
Truthfully, Jesse mostly tasted like Jesse, though there was something slightly bitter that Connor supposed was probably his cum. He remembered tasting his own jizz once when he was a teenager and deciding it was something he never wanted to do again.
It wasn’t particularly wonderful now either, but a helluva lot better when it involved Jesse’s tongue in his mouth.
They kissed for a few moments, Connor sliding a hand along his thighs, then up his back. Jesse moaned softly, rocking against Connor’s abs, the drag of his cock leaving a sticky trail in its wake.
Connor realized he’d been a little selfish and pulled away. “Fuck, you haven’t come. What do you want?”
“Finger me while I jerk off?” Jesse asked, sitting up and reaching for the lube which had rolled into the tangle of sheets.
“Yeah, whatever you want,” Connor said earnestly.
Jesse laughed. “Oh, you are so going to regret you said that.”
Connor groaned, because even dazed, he realized that giving Jesse free rein was a terrible fucking idea. But he held his hand up and let Jesse drizzle lube across his fingers anyway. “How many do you want?”
“Start with two, then give me as much as you can.”
Connor nodded. He reached around Jesse’s hip and teased between his cheeks, getting him slick and messy everywhere before he carefully pushed two fingers inside. Jesse’s body swallowed them easily and Connor groaned when Jesse reached for his cock, wrapping his slick palm around his length.
Jesse’s movements were sure and steady as he fucked forward into his fist, then rocked back onto Connor’s fingers. He closed his eyes, parting his lips, but clearly it wasn’t enough because after a moment he made an impatient noise and rose up onto his knees. “Gimme more.”
“Greedy,” Connor teased but he obediently slid another finger into Jesse’s hole, loving the way his mouth went slack and he groaned, low in his throat.
“You know it.” Jesse ducked his head, leaning in to kiss Connor again.
It was awkward for a moment while they tried to coordinate their movements, but then Jesse began to rock his hips, the fluid roll of them igniting something inside Connor once again.
“Move your fingers,” Jesse begged, his breath gusting against Connor’s lips, his hand bumping Connor’s stomach as he stroked himself. “In and out, find my prostate, whatever you want. Just do something .”
That too was awkward, but after a moment, Connor got the hang of it, mesmerized by the sounds Jesse made and the way he clenched around Connor’s fingers.
He wiggled those fingers, inadvertently grazing a smooth, raised bump inside, and Jesse made a punched-out sound. “Yesss, right there. Fuck!”
So Connor kept at it, teasing against that spot that seemed to drive Jesse wild. After a while, when Jesse’s kisses stopped and his breath was a noisy rush against Connor’s lips, Jesse braced himself over Connor, pressing their foreheads together, his hair falling down and brushing Connor’s temples.
Jesse sped up his strokes, working himself faster and Connor reached up and tweaked his nipple, pinching it a little. He’d remembered Jesse liking it before, but he was still astonished when Jesse let out a desperate, sharp cry and came onto his chest with a sudden spurt.
The spatter of cum was warm against his skin and Connor pressed in harder with one hand and rubbed Jesse’s nipple with the other. Jesse seemed to come apart, trembling and shaking over him, body clenched so tightly around Connor’s fingers they began to ache.
Jesse slumped onto him with a sigh, burying his face against Connor’s neck, smearing the mess between them. He was boneless and heavy, a sudden warm, dead weight.
Connor eased his fingers out, then wrapped his arms around Jesse. Jesse’s hand was still pressed between their stomachs, his body heavy, his mouth tickling Connor’s neck when he mumbled his name.
Connor felt a rush of something go through him. Maybe pride that he’d been able to make Jesse come so hard when he knew Jesse had probably been with people far more skilled in the bedroom than him.
“Fuck,” Jesse murmured after a minute, his voice still muffled. “Sorry if I’m crushing you.”
“Little bit,” Connor said with a groan. He rolled them onto their sides and sighed with relief when the pressure in his lungs eased. “So we’re pretty okay at that, huh?”
Jesse pulled away far enough to look him in the eye, his head landing beside Connor’s on the pillow, a smile lighting up his face. “Yeah. I think so.”
“Good.” Connor stole a kiss, then eased back. “I should get out of bed and clean up. If I can feel my fucking legs.”
He muttered the last part under his breath but clearly not quietly enough because Jesse let out a sleepy-sounding chuckle.
“There’s tissues on the nightstand,” he mumbled. “Use them.”
Honestly, Connor could probably do with a shower. There was cum in his chest hair for fuck’s sake, but he could feel a familiar heaviness creeping into his limbs. He mopped himself up half-heartedly, then turned to Jesse.
He looked nearly asleep already, sprawled out, his gaze half-lidded. Connor dabbed at Jesse’s skin the best he could when Jesse was generally uncooperative, then called it good enough.
Connor yawned, his jaw cracking loudly, then tossed the used tissues onto the floor, flopping onto his back with a contented sigh. “Fuck. I could use a nap. Seems like a lot of work to get upstairs though.”
Jesse wiggled closer, throwing the sheet and blanket over them both. “Nah, don’t bother. You can stay here.”
“Yeah?” Connor asked, feeling like he should probably keep some distance. They were teammates who were fucking. It wasn’t like they were dating . But another yawn escaped him.
“Mmm,” Jesse said, pillowing his head on Connor’s shoulder.
And then he was out.
Smiling, Connor turned his head, brushing his lips across Jesse’s hair. He was kind of sweet like this. And well, Connor’s eyes were so heavy he could hardly keep them open. Whatever. It would be fine if he took a nap here this once.
Connor yawned again, wrapped an arm around Jesse, then let himself drift off to sleep.