20. Lincoln
20
LINCOLN
When Devon asked me again if I’d like to come to a game and watch him play in person, I couldn’t bring myself to tell him no, even if it scared the shit out of me. Seemed that each day that passed with Devon in my life had me taking more risks than I had in the last year. I knew it was because I would do anything to see that shy smile of his.
Then he mentioned it being in one of the boxes and the relief I felt was immediate. I would have gone either way, I just wasn’t sure what Devon would have to deal with after the fact.
Devon told me he’d leave the ticket at the will call, which is where I found myself standing on a Saturday night.
“Can I help you?” George, according to his name tag, asked.
“Yeah. Hi, I’m supposed to pick up a ticket here.”
“Of course. What’s your name?” His fingers poised over the keyboard in front of him.
“Lincoln Newland.”
George typed on his computer and immediately grabbed the walkie-talkie on the counter. “I need an escort at box number one.”
An escort?
“Thank you for waiting, Mr. Newland. We will have you up to the box in no time. I hope you enjoy the game.”
Not a second later, a man in a suit walked up and showed me toward a bank of elevators. The second the doors opened, we stepped inside and took it up. When we moved out into the hall, we walked down a few doors before the man stopped and opened the one in the middle. “Please enjoy the game, sir.”
I stepped inside, not sure about the Mr. and sirs. The door closed behind me and I glanced around the room. That was when I noticed a man off to my right. I stopped in my tracks.
“I’m sorry. I think I’m in the wrong box.”
“Not at all,” Kasper Warnes-Wilder said, coming forward with his hand outstretched. “You must be Lincoln. I’m Kasper.”
I took his hand. “When Devon said a box, I’ll be honest, I never imagined that I’d be in your box.”
A smile tilted the corner of his lips as he let go of my hand. “He asked me about it last week. If I can help Devon with anything, I always do. Any of my players actually.”
“I can’t thank you enough. I haven’t been to a live hockey game in at least ten years.”
“I should be thanking you for your service. I hope you don’t mind, but Devon mentioned you might not be comfortable out with everyone else.”
“Not at all. I have PTSD. I don’t know if loud noises and lights are a trigger, I’ve just never been willing to risk it.”
“You’re always welcome to watch the games from here. Can I get you something to drink?”
“A water would be great.”
Kasper, one of the richest men in town, was currently getting me a bottle of water. I couldn’t believe I was standing in his box, talking to him like we were old friends. I’d seen him on so many magazine covers. He was hard not to notice for any gay man. He was sexy and sophisticated. While at one point, I may have drooled over him in private, I couldn’t imagine a moment without Devon in it.
He handed me a bottle and had another in his own hand. “Would you like to sit? The game’s about to start.”
There were so many chairs in one box. “Should I take a certain seat? Is anyone else coming?”
Kasper shook his head. “Just the two of us tonight. It’ll be nice to have company besides investors. Whenever Marcus is at spring training, it’s usually just me. Home is too quiet so when we have a game here, I stay for them.”
“I can’t wait for the baseball season. It used to be my favorite sport.” Out of the corner of my eye I saw Devon skate onto the ice. “But I find that my tastes are changing as of late.”
Kasper grinned. “I can see why. It’s nice to see how much more he smiles lately.”
“He’s done the same thing for me.”
The game started and I found myself unable to drag my eyes from Devon whenever he had time on the ice. The way he moved. The power, the grace. It reminded me of the muscles I got to touch, lick, and kiss the other night. And there, sitting with Kasper Warnes-Wilder, my cock grew hard. Thank fuck I wore jeans, hiding my issue a little better.
Between periods we talked more about Devon and Kasper’s husband, Marcus. Kasper was easy to talk to. Dinner had been delivered, which was something I’d never experienced while watching a sporting event. When the game ended with a win, I found myself unable to stay in my seat. Devon had a goal and an assist for the night.
Things settled down and I turned to face Kasper. “Thank you for letting me watch the game with you.”
“Please, stay. Devon wanted me to ask you to wait for him here. I have to head downstairs, but you can make yourself comfortable while you wait.”
“Thank you.”
He clasped me on the shoulder as he moved past. “Anytime. It was nice meeting you, Lincoln.”
“Nice meeting you too.”
Kasper disappeared out the door, leaving me alone in the box. I didn’t pay much attention to how much time passed before the door opened and Devon’s beautiful face came into view.
I walked up to him and immediately wrapped him in my arms, pressing my lips to his. “You were fantastic tonight.”
Devon trailed his fingers down my face. “How did it go? Did anything bother you?” He searched my gaze.
“None of it. The sounds were muted, and the lights were fine. Thank you for arranging it. It was nice to watch a game live again. Although you didn’t mention it would be Kasper Warnes-Wilder’s box.”
Devon chuckled. “I’m glad it was a good night. I never think about it being Kasper’s box. He’s our team owner but he’s also always been just Kasper to me. He’s a great guy to have in your corner.”
“He’s very down to earth. Like you.”
“Does that mean you’d like to spend more time with me tonight?”
“I would. What do you have in mind?”
Devon ran his hands down to cup my ass, pressing his hard cock to me. “I was hoping, since you don’t have to work and I have to leave for the road tomorrow, that you’d come stay at my place tonight. I know your place is—”
I pressed my finger to his lips. “I’d love to. Lead the way.”
Devon leaned forward and slid his tongue between my lips. Tasting every inch of my mouth, teasing my tongue. I sank my fingers into his hair, holding his mouth to mine. The hard-on I had earlier watching him skate was nothing compared to the throbbing behind my zipper now.
I tore my mouth from his. “We need to get out of here. Don’t want to do anything we shouldn’t in this box.”
Devon looked around like he forgot where we were. He took my hand and led me down to the entrance of the garage. “I’ll see you at my place.” He gave me a brief kiss and turned in the opposite direction.
I practically ran to my car, completely ignoring any ache in my leg. Being naked with Devon made the small pain worth it. The forty-minute drive was a test of torture. My dick hard the entire way there as I thought about his mouth and hard cock grinding into mine. By the time I pulled up to Devon’s house, he already had the garage door open, and I followed him inside.
I barely gave him a chance to turn on the lights. I reached out and took hold of Devon’s tie, tugging him toward me. “You were fucking hot tonight. Watching you move so powerfully across the ice was its own kind of foreplay, and I’ve been waiting all night to get you naked.”
Before Devon could say a word, I drew him the rest of the way in and took his lips with mine, devouring every inch of him. I heard Devon’s keys hit the floor as I backed him up toward the hall leading to his bedroom. Keeping my dick in check while I sat next to Kasper had been an exercise in restraint. Devon looked so sexy out there, but I had a feeling, after talking to Kasper, that he had the same problem when he went to baseball games.
Devon stumbled a little as he moved backward down the hall, but I kept my arms around his waist, keeping him on his feet. I moved him back until we reached the side of his bed. Breaking the connection of our lips, I reached down and flipped on the small lamp on his bedside table. His chest rose and fell quickly as I tugged the knot of his tie loose. I dropped it to the floor and immediately went for the buttons of his shirt. The sooner he was naked the better.
When Devon’s clothes littered the floor, I spun him around, kissing my way down his spine. I laid my hands on his shoulders and guided him down to the bed. His back was a work of art, completely unlike mine. Which I kept covered until he faced away from me. I tugged off my own clothes, needing to be skin to skin with Devon.
I pressed my chest to his back, running my tongue along the back of his neck to his ear. “You are so sexy.”
“Touch me,” Devon begged.
“My pleasure.” I traced my fingers down his spine. “Where’s your lube?”
“Nightstand.”
I reached over and opened the drawer, grabbing the tube of lube and box of condoms. I took one out and dumped it on the bed. With how hard my cock was, I knew there was no way I’d be able to wait long once I got my hands on him.
I lubed up my finger and ran it along Devon’s crevice, rubbing my finger over the small pucker my dick begged to be inside. Devon pushed back against my hand, forcing the tip of my finger inside his body. I slid my finger the rest of the way in, searching for Devon’s prostate.
Harsh breaths left him as I rubbed the pad of my finger over that magical spot. This man was more than I could have ever imagined in my life. Pumping my fingers in and out of Devon, my cock pulsed in the same rhythm. I was quick to add another, then a third.
“Lincoln…”
“I’m all yours.” I slid the condom on and lined my cock up with his hole.
Sliding inside Devon was like climbing into my own personal heaven. His heat surrounded me, making me forget everything else but being in this moment with him. With a tight grip on his hips, I thrust into him over and over again. Devon begged for more, his hands fisting in the sheets.
I moved harder, faster. The pleasure coursing through me. My spine tingled and my balls drew up tight. I wouldn’t come without Devon. Pulling him up, I reached around his hip, taking hold of his cock.
“Come on, Dev. I don’t want to come without you.”
“Harder. Do it harder.”
“Stroke your cock for me.”
Devon’s hand replaced mine and I moved it back to his hip. Holding on tight, I thrust into him until we were both shouting out. Rope after rope of cum burst from Devon. The moment he tightened around me I couldn’t stop the orgasm from racing through me and spilling into Devon’s body.
Panting, we dropped down onto the bed. Even in my sex addled brain, I made sure to keep my face to Devon. No need to ruin an amazing night.
“You’re staying, right?” Devon asked, his gaze searching mine.
I took his hand and lifted it to my chest. “Yes. It’s going to be days before I can see you again. I want as much time with you before you hit the road tomorrow.” I brushed a piece of hair from his forehead. “Come and get some sleep. You’ve had a long day.”
“Let me get cleaned up and I’ll be back.”
Devon climbed from the bed, shutting himself in the bathroom. I pulled the condom off, tossing it into the trash can and tugged on my T-shirt and boxers. Devon’s eyes lingered on my shirt for a few seconds. I expected him to ask, knowing this wasn’t a question I was ready to answer. There was a lot more to the story than I was ready to tell.
He turned off the light and pulled the covers back. We both climbed in, facing each other. His eyes never left mine, then I felt his fingers timidly run over the scar on my leg. “It doesn’t hurt. You can touch it.”
“How long did it take to heal?”
That was an easy question to answer. “I spent some time in Germany before they returned me to the States. Once I arrived, I was laid up for almost eight weeks. Took another six weeks to resume most normal activities.”
Devon opened his mouth and closed it again. I knew there were things on his mind. Things he was too nervous to bring up. It might take me awhile to reveal everything. I didn’t ever want him to feel nervous around me. “Ask me what you want to know.” I cupped his cheek with my hand. “I don’t want you to ever feel nervous to ask me something. I may not always be ready to talk about it, but I still want you to ask. I promise to be honest, even if it’s to say I can’t talk about it right now.”
“Okay. I wanted to know how you broke your leg?”
“I was told I flew fifteen to twenty feet in the air before coming down and landing on it.”
“You don’t remember?”
“Not all of it. Some days, I wish I didn’t remember any of it.”
Devon wrapped his arm around my waist, holding me tight. “I wish I could take it away for you. If I could, I would, but you can lean on me whenever you need to.”
The words left my lips before I could think twice about it. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Lincoln.”
I pressed my lips to Devon’s, feeling more at home than I had in a long time. We fell asleep right there, lips connected, holding onto each other.