4
“Thank you, Jessica,” Rowan said as Kaira tugged on his hand. “Kaira, don’t forget to say thank you.”
“Thank you, Miss Jessica. Come on, Rowan!”
Jessica waved them away, and Rowan followed Kaira to their seats.
Naturally, Kaira did not sit down. She stood at the boards she was just tall enough to see over with her nose pressed to the glass in eager anticipation, even though there was nothing to see. The ice was empty.
Rowan figured these must be good seats, since they sat on a longer edge of the ice, halfway between the middle and one of the nets. From here, he had a pretty good view of the home bench and could see most of the ice.
He leaned back and watched Kaira vibrate with excitement. She’d dressed for the occasion in rainbow leggings and bright yellow shoes, her hair tied into two pigtails with Shield-branded scrunchies. The look was completed, of course, with an official Shield jersey.
Rowan couldn’t claim any fondness for the uniform. According to Jordy, the eye-searing blue and yellow came from the city crest. Kaira’s jersey had a yellow torso with blue shoulders and stripes around the cuffs and hems. The team logo, a stylized blue T on a yellow shield, didn’t exactly help tone things down. He’d gotten the better end of the jersey deal at least; the one Jordy had lent him was blue with yellow highlights. It was somewhat boring in that it simply had Jordy’s name—Shaw—and number—7—on the back. But Kaira clearly wore a special order, because above the number 7 on her back read DADDY.
She’d pulled it out of her closet and showed it off with pride earlier in the day, and Rowan had melted at the label and manfully tried not to picture Jordy holding an even tinier Kaira in her special jersey.
Of course, Kaira had then declared that Rowan also needed a jersey and run to find her dad to solve the problem. Jordy had rubbed his jaw, looked Rowan up and down—while Rowan thought very boring, pure thoughts—and said, “Guess he’ll have to borrow one of mine.”
Rowan had never understood the clothes-sharing kink before, maybe because he was tall and broad enough that he rarely had a boyfriend who outsized him. Or maybe because he had never been all that attached to any of his previous partners. But when Jordy pulled the jersey out of his closet and explained that they needed them for off-ice events, and Rowan had to pull it on under Jordy’s watchful eyes? Well. Rowan flushed hot and desperately wished they didn’t have a six-year-old chaperone.
Now, at the rink, he tried not to think about Jordy’s name and number branded across his back. He could think about it later. Judging by Jordy’s hot gaze, he had also been into it.
“Rowan!” Kaira cried. “Look!” She pointed across the ice toward players trickling in from whatever you called backstage when it was a sport.
Even if Rowan hadn’t been able to recognize Jordy by his jersey or stance or familiar face, he couldn’t have missed his arrival. Kaira squealed and pressed her palms against the glass. Rowan scootched forward in his chair. She didn’t need him, but suddenly he felt like he should be closer.
Jordy said something to the guy on his right, who was just as big as Jordy if not bigger, laughed, and then smoothly glided in their direction. He stopped opposite Kaira and tapped the glass with one gloved hand. Kaira grinned and put her hand on the same spot. For a moment, they made faces at each other and stared adoringly.
God, Rowan was going to die from the cuteness.
Then the guy from before arrived at Jordy’s side and bent over to pull a face for Kaira, who cried, “Uncle Sully!”
A few other fans were scattered about, and some of the adults murmured, their attention caught by Kaira’s outburst. Some of the kids who were lined up around the boards trying to get a closer view drifted nearer, clearly wanting to join the fun.
But Jordy and Sully had jobs to do, so after pulling a few more silly faces, they both waved goodbye and skated off to do…
Something that looked like it should involve a partner. Rowan’s ears burned as he watched Jordy stretch low to the ice, his thighs spread wide, and tilt his hips. Rowan was pretty familiar with that position.
He didn’t know how he felt about Jordy doing that in front of strangers.
Fortunately, it only lasted a few minutes before the stretching gave way to something less pornographic.
“Rowan,” Kaira called, and he gave in to the temptation to join her at the glass. She rested her head against him and kept her eyes on the ice. After a few minutes, she asked to be picked up, so Rowan settled her on a hip and they watched together, Kaira chattering about what was happening on the ice—who she saw and what they were doing.
He was so busy watching her face as she explained about goalies that he didn’t see Jordy’s approach until Kaira cried out and the glass was suddenly sprayed with snow. Rowan jumped and Kaira shrieked with laughter. On the other side of the glass, Jordy laughed. Apparently hard stops could shave up ice and throw it high enough to spray a grown man in the face—at least if one didn’t have the protection of the plexiglass. Rowan narrowed his eyes at Jordy and pouted. “Not funny,” he said, enunciating slowly so Jordy could read his lips.
Jordy kept grinning. “Very funny,” he said back. Then he blew Kaira a kiss and skated backward several meters.
Kaira blew a kiss back and waved. “Bye, Daddy!”
There went any hope of staying incognito. Not that they were trying, Rowan reflected as he thought about Kaira’s jersey. Jordy waved once more, turned, and slipped off the ice.
“So, poppet, what next?”
What next was three hours of—well. Not torture . Kaira’s not-so-secret identity was definitely out, though, which meant people were looking at Rowan and wondering where they knew his face from, and Rowan was remembering that approximately a hundred lifetimes ago he’d been Jordy’s fake date at a fancy party and the internet had found out about it.
Maybe he’d escape without anyone putting two and two together. After all, how many people cared about hockey games that didn’t even count for anything?
He did his best to put it out of his mind and concentrate on the game and on keeping Kaira from falling off her chair, which she kept trying to stand on to get a better view. Rowan couldn’t help but think that while their seats were perfect for warmups, he might have liked the relative safety of box seats for the game itself.
And in the box seats, no one would wonder who Rowan was to Jordy or what he was doing here with Jordy’s kid.
No one except Rowan, anyway.
Meanwhile, Rowan was experiencing the lure of hockey for the first time.
If anyone had asked, he would have said he was a pacifist. The closest he’d ever come to committing physical violence was accidentally clotheslining someone in ultimate Frisbee. He should be appalled at the entire concept of checking.
Unfortunately, watching Jordy crush people into the boards and take the little rubber thingy away woke the caveman that slept in every human person’s brain, dosed him with Ecstasy, and set him loose on Rowan’s imagination with an industrial-size bottle of lube.
Thank God he and Jordy were already sleeping together or he might’ve had a stroke.
The players left the ice after an hour or so, and Rowan might’ve thought the game was over, except the Jumbotron indicated that they had only finished the first of three periods, and now there was an intermission. Anyone who’d spent more than five minutes with kids knew what that meant.
“Bathroom break?” He could certainly navigate his way to a restroom, but… then what? Gods, would he be forced to wait outside the ladies’ room for her? He could handle that in a mall, but there were, what, ten thousand people here? How did Jordy do this?
Of course, if Jordy took her to the arena, he could probably find her a private bathroom so he never had to let her out of his sight.
Rowan was debating his next move when Jessica appeared as if by magic. “Let me show you the VIP restrooms,” she said. “And then we’ll get you some dinner.”
Thank you, Jordy , Rowan thought. Maybe next time they did this, he’d think to ask about the logistics first.
But then his thought train screeched to a halt. Because what did he mean, next time ? Jordy was already looking for a new nanny. Rowan had seen the printed-out résumés, annotated in Jordy’s haphazard professional athlete handwriting, on the end of the kitchen counter yesterday. Not a moment too soon either—with the regular season starting in just over a week, Jordy would be gone half the time. And Rowan had to work too, at his real job that he actually liked that had benefits and a pension and everything.
Even if he did miss getting to spend almost every day with Kaira. And he’d miss it more in the future, when Jordy hired a real nanny.
When Rowan moved out of the house.
“Rowan! Look, they have space ice cream .”
Rowan dutifully followed Kaira’s tiny, slightly grubby finger toward a vendor selling Dippin’ Dots, then pulled a Wet Wipe out of his pocket to clean off the ketchup before she got any on her jersey. “Is it time for dessert?”
“Pleeeeease,” Kaira said sweetly, hanging on his arm.
Jessica caught his eye over Kaira’s head and hid a smile.
Sighing, Rowan kissed her crown and steered her toward the counter. “Come on, then. Let’s make good use of Daddy’s credit card.”
@No1Sh13ldF4n
So I’m at the Shield game and don’t look now but this guy looks really familiar? And then I realized THAT’S JORDY SHAW’S DATE FROM THE THING THIS SUMMER. He’s here with Jordy’s kid!
@punchritudinous
Pics or it didn’t happen
@No1Sh13ldF4n
I’m not posting a pic of his kid, that’s creepy
@No1Sh13ldF4n
Besides you can check out the official team photos on Instagram, you can see him in the background in the one of Jordy and his daughter pressing their hands against the glass
@punchritudinous
OH MY GOD THAT’S TOTALLY HIM!!! AWWWWWH THEY’RE STILL TOGETHER.
“YOU’RE FAMOUS again,” Sully told Jordy when he got out of the shower after the game.
Jordy reached for his shirt. “Did I stop being famous?”
Sully rolled his eyes right into a smirk. “Sorry, I should clarify—your nanny is famous again.”
Oh God, Jordy was afraid to ask. “Why?”
“Looks like he and Kaira were the stars of the team’s Instagram posts tonight.”
Of course they were. Normally the team’s PR department at least pretended to get Jordy’s signoff if they wanted to use a picture of his kid on official social media channels, but it was preseason. Just as the team had a bunch of fresh-faced kids skating with them—none ready for their call-up; they’d be getting sent to the minors tomorrow—the PR department had a green crop of interns.
It wasn’t like Kaira’s face had never been on the internet. Or Rowan’s, for that matter, after the gala pictures.
Jordy pulled on a pair of boxers and crossed the locker room—around the team logo on the floor—to put his towel in the laundry. “Why are you telling me this?”
“Because fans love gossip and you never give them any.”
Jordy arched his eyebrows as he returned to his locker and his clothes. Sometimes the best way to get Sully to the point was to wait him out. Asking questions would delight him and keep him in teasing mode.
Of course, Jordy wasn’t the only guy in the locker room—or the only one who was curious.
“What’s the tea?” Brady asked, completely sincere and without any malice or even, unfortunately, irony. He wasn’t looking for dirt to tease Jordy with. He just wanted to know.
“Aside from the fact that Jordy and his daughter are too cute for words?”
Brady nodded. “Yeah. I mean, they say that every time, so it’s not exactly gossip.”
Sully laughed. “Too right. What they don’t talk about every time is the boy.” Shit. “Your fans remembered him, boo. They’re convinced it must be true love since you trust him with your kid.”
Jordy shook his head but said nothing, in part because he couldn’t say anything that Sully wouldn’t mock him for and in part because anything he said, even a denial or joke, would be confirmation for Sully. The man knew him too well.
Brady, on the other hand, had no such issues. “Isn’t Rowan the nanny?”
Sully shook his head. “Oh, sweet summer child,” he sighed, because apparently he was an aging meme, “Rowan isn’t just the nanny. He was Jordy’s accidental date to a charity gala this summer.”
Brady’s eyebrow rose. “Really?”
“Yup. And the internet obsessed about it because Jordy is a man of mystery when it comes to romance and his fans are starved for information.”
“Rowan was a friend and we were helping each other get through a difficult evening,” Jordy said dryly, because Brady looked like he’d stumbled into the middle of a Hallmark movie.
Sully nodded. “Yes. Just bros helping each other out. Which is why Rowan is the new nanny. He and Jordy had compatible problems. But he’s not a permanent replacement.”
Jordy groaned theatrically. “Don’t remind me.”
That caught Sully’s attention. “Nanny hunt going well, then?”
Jordy pulled a face. He wasn’t sure if nanny hunts were always this difficult and he’d simply forgotten the pain of the first search, or if he had simply lucked out with Janice. Either way, the hunt had proven frustrating.
“Hiring someone to parent your kid isn’t easy,” he admitted.
That garnered sympathetic nods from Sully and Brady, not that either of them had been through the nanny search themselves.
“Guess it would be hard to find someone that you gel with,” Brady said thoughtfully.
Jordy wished that was all it was, that he couldn’t find someone he felt any sort of connection with. But every applicant he’d reviewed had felt wrong. Too young, too old. Too into hockey, too into fringe child-rearing ideas. He’d barely found any that he wanted to interview, and the few people he’d talked to on the phone had left a bad taste in his mouth.
Of course, he wasn’t exactly motivated to find someone new. What he really wanted was for nothing to change—or at the very least for a new nanny not to chase Rowan out of Jordy’s house.
“Well, I’m sure you’ll find someone,” Brady said positively.
Sully slapped Jordy’s shoulder. “Yup. And let us know if you need any help—that’s not babysitting. Happy to help with the search, though.”
“Thanks,” Jordy said dryly. “You’re a mensch.”
The issue, Jordy reflected as he got into his car, wasn’t the nanny. The problem was that he didn’t know where he stood with Rowan. The problem was that Jordy was in love and desperate to hold on and there were so many question marks about the future and Rowan and their relationship.
Shaking his head, Jordy started his SUV and made a decision. He needed to talk to Rowan. Maybe Rowan would say no, but maybe…. Either way, Jordy needed answers.
Besides, if he was headed for heartbreak, maybe sooner was better than later.
At home, Kaira was fed and cuddling with Rowan on the couch, watching another Bollywood film, though Jordy didn’t recognize this one.
“She wanted to watch a Pakistani one, for my sake,” Rowan explained. Ah, so not Bollywood, then.
“Any good?” he asked as he settled on the couch on Kaira’s other side. She shifted to lean into him but didn’t otherwise move away from Rowan.
“It’s great,” she told him, and then stayed quiet, watching the movie. High praise.
“What did you think of your first game?” Jordy murmured over Kaira’s head.
Rowan shot Jordy a look full of heat and promise. “I think I’ll save my review for later.”
Jordy blinked. Wow. Okay. “Uh. Right. Sure?”
Rowan dropped the sex eyes and chuckled. “Kaira and I had a lot of fun, didn’t we, poppet?”
“Yup.” But she didn’t take her eyes off the screen, to Rowan’s clear amusement.
“We watched, we laughed, we ate lots of junk food,” Rowan explained. “Thanks, by the way, for sending someone to help us.”
Jordy shrugged. “Least I could do. I know the box would have been more ideal but… she likes the glass.”
“Fair enough. Still. Thanks.”
Getting someone who was paid to chaperone VIPs around the arena to chaperone Rowan, who was only there for his kid, didn’t feel like something he should be thanked for, but Jordy could accept it with grace. “You’re welcome.” He thought about what Sully had said. He didn’t want to bring up something that might upset Rowan, but saying nothing could be worse. “So, uh, I don’t know if you know this, but after the gala some fans online were talking about you?”
Rowan arched an eyebrow. “I’m aware.”
“Well, it seems that they remembered and they spotted you tonight.”
“Oh, I know.” He waved at his phone, which lay dark on the armrest. “I heard from Taylor, my former coworker at the library. She’s a Shield fan, and she wanted to know why I never mentioned that my friend-slash-roomie was a familiar face.”
Jordy winced. “Is she mad?”
“Nah, she gets why I didn’t say anything. Though she teased me about turning down her offer to go to a game. I told her I was just waiting for the right date.” He stroked a hand over Kaira’s head and tugged one of her pigtails. Kaira swatted him away with a disgruntled “Rowan.”
Jordy would have to get the name of this movie. Clearly they’d be watching it again. “That’s good.”
“Yeah. The new coworkers are a different story. They don’t know about the nanny gig, so they all want to know how long we’ve been dating.”
“Oh.” Jordy’s heart thumped. “What, uh, what did you tell them?”
“That a bunch of researchers and librarians should know better than to believe everything they read on the internet.” He flashed a cheeky grin, and Jordy wanted to kiss it for being so adorable, even as his stomach lurched with mixed emotions.
In a perfect world, Rowan would tell anyone he asked that he and Jordy were in love and Kaira was their daughter and never think twice about it, except maybe to bask in some smugness. Actually, yes, Jordy wanted that. He wanted Rowan to be insufferable about him. He wanted him telling the world how smart Kaira was. He wanted him wearing Jordy’s name across his back because he was showing off—letting everyone who saw him know he belonged to Jordy.
Maybe tomorrow Jordy could take a step toward making that wish come true.
Tonight he’d enjoy what he had.
“Good advice,” Jordy said.
“Shhh!” Kaira hissed at them.
Rowan met Jordy’s gaze, eyes dancing, and mimed zipping his lips.
It was too late for Jordy to get invested in the movie—it was already almost done—and he was probably going to have to watch it seven hundred times in the next year, so he’d have plenty of opportunities to pick up the plot. He planted his ass in an armchair and pulled up a game of Angry Birds.
He needed something to focus on or he’d spill his guts everywhere.
Twenty minutes later the movie ended, and Jordy swept Kaira off the couch and threw her over his shoulder. “Tooth-brushing time!”
“Daddy!”
Jordy shot Rowan a look, hoping to convey his plan. As if he needed to—Rowan was already looking back, eyes lidded.
Kaira did not get a double bedtime story, and thankfully didn’t seem to need one. After the excitement of the day, her eyelids were drooping by the time Jordy got halfway through. He closed the book and kissed her forehead. “Good night, peanut.”
Kaira didn’t answer, already asleep.
Quietly, Jordy flicked off the light and pulled her door closed.
From the sound of things, Rowan was in the kitchen, probably loading the dishwasher and cleaning up the remains of their snack. Jordy allowed himself a short detour to brush his teeth and then padded back down the hallway.
Rowan hadn’t turned on the kitchen lights, so the only illumination came from the living room lamps. It lent the scene a daring kind of intimacy. This could be yours , Jordy’s subconscious shouted. All he had to do was admit out loud that he wanted it.
He opened his mouth do to just that, and Rowan stepped into a pool of light.
He was still wearing Jordy’s jersey.
Rationality got a game misconduct penalty and left the ice.
Jordy took three strides forward and backed Rowan into the refrigerator.
Before Jordy could kiss him, Rowan looked up, eyes sparkling, mouth set in a smirk. “Well, hello, stranger,” he said, all innocence, like he didn’t know exactly what he was doing.
Jordy pinned his hips to the fridge and kissed him.
It wasn’t a gentle kiss. It was a kiss that crushed the air out of Rowan’s lungs and made him curl his fingers into Jordy’s chest. It elicited a sharp, needy sound from Rowan’s mouth. Jordy licked that out of him and swallowed it, scraped his teeth over Rowan’s lower lip, and smoothed his thumbs over the jut of his hipbones.
By the time Jordy moved his mouth to Rowan’s neck, Rowan was breathing hard, his cock a thick, solid line against Jordy’s thigh. Jordy ground forward and Rowan gasped as he arched into the pleasure. “So the jersey. You like it?”
Jordy used his teeth on Rowan’s earlobe. Rowan’s knees buckled, but he had nowhere to go; the pressure of Jordy’s body held him up. “I want to fuck you in it,” Jordy growled. “Against the wall.” His cock throbbed in approval, and he thrust forward again to let Rowan feel the power of it.
Rowan squeaked. “ This wall?”
Yes , said Jordy’s lizard brain.
No , said the part of Jordy that was a responsible dad. It added, This is a fridge.
But there was no way they were going to make it all the way downstairs to Rowan’s room. Jordy didn’t even want to try. Instead—
“Put your arms around my neck.”
Rowan obeyed, even as he began to ask, “What—”
He cut off with a quiet yelp as Jordy fitted his palms under Rowan’s thighs and lifted.
“Oh my God.” Automatically, he wrapped his legs around Jordy’s waist. “So many bucket-list items tonight—”
Jordy cut him off with a kiss, but that was short-lived too as he carried Rowan down the hallway toward his bedroom and dumped him on the bed.
He looked so good there. Jordy’s lizard brain approved. But Jordy had promised something specific, and he was going to deliver.
“Top drawer,” he told Rowan, who scrambled backward to open it and grab the lube. Meanwhile Jordy straddled his thighs and yanked his jeans open, freeing his cock.
Rowan swore when Jordy pushed his legs apart and pushed two slick fingers inside him—not too loud, but loud enough.
Fuck, Jordy didn’t want to stop. He spread his fingers, stretching. “Can you be quiet?”
Rowan let out a soundless laugh. “Is that a trick question?”
Not intentionally. Jordy pushed in a third finger and reveled in the groan that produced, the pearl of precome beading at the head of Rowan’s cock. “Take that as a no.”
“Fuck off, stop being so— ah —smug and take your pants off. You promised me wall sex.”
Jordy pulled his fingers out and slapped Rowan’s hip. “Get up, then.”
He scrambled to his feet, half tripping in his haste to get his pants off all the way. Jordy pulled his shirt over his head one-handed, undid his belt, and stepped out of his own clothing.
Rowan reached for the hem of the jersey.
“No.” Jordy put a hand on his wrist. “Leave it on, remember?”
Rowan licked his lips as Jordy crowded against him once more. This time he’d picked an actual wall—an exterior one. No point in borrowing trouble. This should keep the noise to a minimum. “Do you, ah—” He swallowed. “—want me to turn it around so you can see the name, or…?”
Jordy inhaled a sharp breath. Rowan took the opportunity to snake his hand between their bodies and wrap lube-slick fingers around Jordy’s erection. “Tempting.” But no. He would fuck Rowan against the wall like he’d been asking for, until he clenched down on Jordy’s dick and spilled between them.
And then Jordy would throw him on all fours on the bed and take what he wanted.
“But I want to do what you’ve been asking for.” Then he grabbed Rowan by the backs of his thighs and hoisted him up.
“Fuck.” Rowan wrapped arms and legs around Jordy’s shoulders and hips to hold on.
Jordy pressed him into the wall, trusting Rowan to hold his weight so Jordy could position his dick at Rowan’s entrance.
Then he pushed.
“Ahhh-ah!” Rowan gasped into Jordy’s ear and tugged a fistful of his hair. “Oh God,” he slurred, “s’good as I imagined.”
“Haven’t—haven’t done anything yet.” Jordy grunted and tested his grip—good—and started to move.
Rowan tugged Jordy’s hair again in retaliation. “So fuck me and make it better.”
Jordy would give him whatever he wanted. With his grip still firm on Rowan’s thighs, he gave his first grinding thrust.
Rowan’s mouth dropped open. “Oh fuck—yes, that.”
Through half-focused, hazy eyes, Jordy registered the pleasure on Rowan’s face. He looked so good like that, slack-jawed with lust in Jordy’s jersey. Jordy pressed their mouths together for a sloppy openmouthed kiss and ground forward in short, sharp thrusts.
Pressed together like this, sharing breath, Rowan’s cock trapped between them, Jordy was all too aware of the fact that they hadn’t fucked like this before—face-to-face. For the past few weeks, Jordy hadn’t been brave enough to be inside Rowan while looking him in the eye. He didn’t think he could keep everything inside in such a moment of intimacy.
But the sight of Rowan in his name made his blood burn. Damn the consequences—right now Jordy didn’t want Rowan any other way.
He pulled back from the kiss to press his face into Rowan’s neck and sucked a mark into his skin.
“Jordy—”
Jordy pulled back and after a hard grind asked, “Think you can help me out, sweetheart?”
Rowan dug his nails into the skin of Jordy’s upper back. The pain sparked along Jordy’s nerve endings and made his nipples stiffen. “Wha-at?”
“Brace yourself against my shoulders and push back into the wall. If you can hold yourself up, I can fuck you harder.”
Rowan moaned and did what Jordy told him—and now Jordy could move his hips, pulling back far enough to get momentum and slamming back in hard, using gravity to get in deep—
“ Fuck ! There, there, there!”
—and nail Rowan’s prostate just right.
Rowan had always been what locker-room talk called a screamer, but never so loud.
Jordy slammed in again, then held still, a wicked tease that let him regroup.
“I can’t believe—that you can actually—” Even his babbling had risen in pitch and volume.
As much as Jordy loved it, as much as it stroked his ego, as much as he wanted to make Rowan fucking sing —Jordy was a dad, and his house wasn’t that big.
With his next hard thrust forward, he shoved his jersey into Rowan’s open, gasping, moaning mouth. Rowan’s legs spasmed around Jordy’s hips, his eyes widened, and he clamped his teeth around the fabric as he let out another wail, this one muffled.
“I wanna hear your pretty noises,” Jordy promised, staring Rowan in the eye as he gave it to him, “but those noises are for me, not anyone else. God, you, fuck, you sing on my cock, and I want every goddamn note.”
Rowan’s nails dug into Jordy’s shoulders hard enough to draw blood, and Jordy felt wild with it. Rowan was so turned on he was almost screaming, clawing Jordy’s skin, and his dick was leaking so much Jordy’s jersey was soaked with it. Jordy did that. Jordy made Rowan feel this good, made his sex fantasies come to life, made him incoherent with lust. That had to mean something. It did mean something.
So Jordy braced himself and put his back in to it, to give Rowan the railing he asked for.
Rowan was mouthing wetly at the jersey now, ruining it for any use other than as lingerie for Rowan. Jordy pulled it up enough to uncover his dripping cock and fisted it, swiping his thumb over the head on the upstroke and squeezing the way Rowan liked.
Rowan clutched at Jordy’s shoulders and screwed his eyes shut, and for the first time, Jordy saw his whole beautiful face as he came wailing on Jordy’s dick.
The sight of it was a punch to the gut. Jordy’s own orgasm caught him off guard. Instinct took hold, and he thrust his hips in hard, burying himself as deep as he could as he held Rowan to him, his face buried in Rowan’s neck.
They clutched each other as they rode out the aftershocks, muscles spasming and breaths gasping as they came down.
When he recovered, Jordy pulled back just enough to press their foreheads together. Sure his limbs could hold them both well enough, Jordy reached up to pull his jersey from between Rowan’s lips. Definitely ruined.
“Was it ev-everything you dreamed of?” Jordy gasped out.
Rowan huffed. His color was high. “And more.” Then he pulled Jordy in to a sloppy postorgasm kiss. “So,” he said, several filthy second later, “how do I dismount?”
Jordy barked a laugh. “Good question.” He reached down to grasp the condom and pull out. Then, with a glance over his shoulder, he spun and tumbled them onto the bed. Thank God for hockey training, because Jordy didn’t crush Rowan into the mattress but caught his weight long enough to untangle their limbs and roll to the side.
Then they were lying side by side and Rowan was laughing breathlessly. “Oh my God, I can’t believe we—I—we just did that. Also, I think I ruined your jersey.”
“Mmm, definitely.” Jordy rolled over and smushed a kiss to Rowan’s still rosy cheek. “You should keep it. Wear it again some time.” Then, because he was still kind of a coward, he rolled back and out of bed before Rowan could react.
Rowan joined him in the en suite before Jordy could return with a washcloth, which was probably for the best. The jersey might have taken the brunt of Rowan’s come, but he was still a glistening mess that no cloth could truly solve.
Once clean, they fell back into bed. Jordy didn’t ask and Rowan didn’t offer, it just sort of happened. Rowan detailed other sexual fantasies he’d previously thought unattainable and asked Jordy if he thought they could do this or that.
Jordy fell asleep with an arm thrown over Rowan’s ribs as he listened to Rowan lazily break down his favorite parts of “the ice hockey sport,” most of which involved Jordy’s muscles and alternative uses thereof.
In the morning, Jordy woke to too much sun streaming through his open blinds, Rowan’s warm body still tucked into his own, and a text from his agent saying the Sheild’s GM wanted his no-trade list.