Twenty-Seven
ADAK
The doorbell ringing makes me glance at my phone. Shaking my head, I pull the door open to find Colby. He’s wearing board shorts, a beach shirt, and sandals with a beach bag on his shoulder—not his injured shoulder. His smile is big.
“Hey, Coach.”
“You know you’re an hour early, right?” I ask as I step aside to let him in.
“Yep. I was too excited to wait.”
“Make yourself comfortable,” I tell him as he sets his bag down at the door and kicks his sandals off. “Oren’s still upstairs.”
Colby nods as he makes his way to the living room. “Have I told you how much I love your house?”
“Every time you step inside,” I say, chuckling.
He drops on the couch, grabbing Oren’s bubble ball as he does. The rhythmic popopop begins right away as he looks around.
“I’ll go see how much longer Oren needs.”
Colby waves a hand. “I’m not in a hurry. Was just excited. I should have driven around more.”
While we cuddled in bed the other morning, Oren told me that his friend was hosting a beginning of summer pool party.
I reminded him it was only the beginning of May and he said that Shelton heats his pool.
He’d heat the entire backyard if it meant he could have a summer pool party in the middle of January.
He asked if we could go. My first reaction was to tell him he didn’t need my permission, but I stopped just before the words left my mouth. He asked if we could go. Which was Oren’s way of asking if I’d go with him.
Obviously, I agreed. Then he asked if I thought inviting Colby would be inappropriate. I assured him that as long as it was okay with Shelton, he could invite whoever he wanted.
Thus, Colby is sitting on my couch.
I find Oren in the closet, looking at himself in the mirror. He’s wearing… the tiniest damn Speedo I’ve ever seen. It’s fucking gorgeous. His body is thin, still a little too thin from his years of malnourishment, but he’s getting healthier.
His ass cheeks hang out of the Speedo. It sits low on his hips and hugs him like it’s painted on, which I think he’d feel better about if it was. He’s chewing on his lip as he stares at himself.
“Oren?”
His gaze meets mine in the mirror before he turns around, face hot. I can tell he’s fighting with himself not to cover his cock, which is very prominent. He has one of those dicks that doesn’t hide well. It’s just there for the world to see, even unfluffed.
“You don’t have to wear it if you’re uncomfortable,” I tell him.
“It’s the only one I have,” he says. “I thought it was… bigger.”
“I have some board shorts that I’m confident will fit well enough. Or we can stop on the way.”
He looks down, his cheeks heating more. “Do I look okay? I feel like a slut.”
I laugh. Crossing the room, I pull him into me and hug him fiercely.
Not for the first time I wonder how often his appearance was commented on growing up.
So much of his insecurities have to do with how he looks and what other people think, which is why my first question almost every time is how he feels about it. Now is no different.
“How do you feel wearing it?”
I expect him to say exposed. It leads me to believe that he was encouraged, if not forced, to be covered up constantly until it became ingrained in him.
He surprises me when he says, “I feel kind of… cute?”
My stupidly wide smile can’t be helped. “I love that you’re finding your confidence, Oren,” I say as I bring my mouth to his. He groans, molding his body to mine.
But then he suddenly pulls away and looks down. “Even a semi is going to make me pop out of this thing. I need at least a size bigger!”
Chuckling, I gently push him so his back hits the wall. “Let’s take care of this. Then we can see how you feel about wearing it once you’re not afraid of popping out.”
I drop to my knees and his hands immediately tangle in my hair in tight fists. “Adak, you don’t—” His words cut off in a gasp as I nuzzle my face in his crotch. Oren grunts.
I’ve had him in my mouth once before and out of all the blowjobs I’ve given, no one makes the sounds that Oren does. They’re so damn sexy. If anything was going to touch my arousal, it’s going to be the sounds he makes.
His skin is so smooth as I run my hands up his legs. He has such fine hair that it’s almost not there, leaving his skin feeling soft like silk. My fingers dip into the elastic of his waistband and I pull his Speedo down.
Oren’s not wrong. He probably would benefit from a size bigger. Bringing them to his knees, I lick up his length while trying to spread his legs a bit so I can press my hand between them. The Speedo makes it difficult, but I kind of like it that way.
“Adak,” he says, breathless.
Raising my eyes, I meet his. They’re dark, his pupils dilated. His plush lips are parted and hair is falling in his eyes. Gorgeous.
Mine. This man is all mine.
Keeping my eyes locked on his, I bring his cock into my mouth until his crown reaches the back of my throat. His eyes flutter as he makes a choking sound, his hands clasping tightly and then loosening in my hair like a kneading cat’s paws.
I press my finger to his taint and he moans loudly. Smiling around his dick, I slide that finger to his crack and press it against his hole. It flexes.
We haven’t talked extensively about whether he feels he’d be top or bottom, but agreed that we can see how he feels about different things as we go. All he has to do is tell me to stop and I will. No questions asked. No one upset.
When he doesn’t immediately shy away or protest, I add a little pressure and he whimpers. I grin when his instinct isn’t to pull away, but he pushes back against me.
Pulling my mouth from his cock, I suck on my fingers for a minute. Oren watches me, his eyes dazed. He licks his lips and I have a feeling he knows what’s coming. “You okay with this?” I ask.
He nods and I press my finger to his hole. “Still okay with it?”
“Yes,” he says, voice breathy.
I take the crown of his dick in my mouth, locking it in place with my lips right under that sexy rim, and flick my tongue over his slit.
He twitches. I mimic the movement of my tongue with my finger and gently press it harder until his body stops resisting and I’m inside his tight little hole to my first knuckle.
Oren gasps, makes a funny face, and then grips my hair tightly.
Popping off his dick, I watch him for a minute as I slowly work my way inside him. His lips remain parted as he stares, trying to catch his breath.
“Still okay?”
“It’s… weird.”
I grin and nod. “Yeah, especially at first.”
“I don’t hate it. You can keep going.”
With another grin, I bring his cock into my mouth and suck him gently as I push deeper. It isn’t long before he’s pushing back on me. I watch his face, transfixed by the way his arousal plays across it.
I know the moment he’s feeling nothing but pleasure. His head drops back against the wall with a thunk and a long, low moan fills the room. The pre-cum on my tongue is a continuous drip at this point, and his cock throbs in my mouth.
For a while, I let him enjoy riding my finger. The feeling of me stretching him, invading his body. Listening to the way he expresses his pleasure in the most erotic moans I’ve ever heard. It’s almost enough to make my dick hard.
The thought makes me smirk. Because, not really, but it’s enough to make me want my dick hard. Just so I can please him more.
Remembering that we are supposed to be somewhere and Colby’s downstairs, I decide we can’t play much longer. So I curl my finger in his hole until I find the little bundle of nerves and press it gently.
Oren gives a strangled shout. His hips jerk forward, slamming the head of his dick to the back of my throat and making me gag and cough. He tries to apologize, but I rub him again.
He loses his mind. His hands tighten almost painfully in my hair as he both stands on his toes and bends over my head and bears down on my finger at the same time. My name becomes a choked chant and then he fills my mouth with his hot load.
I suck him dry, milk him for everything he’s worth. Then I catch him before he slams on the floor, chuckling as I do. Cradling him to my chest, I look at the delirious smile on his face. I’m not sure he’s even seeing me right now.
A sigh of contentment settles over me. If sex was always like this, I’d have been a lot happier in life. Finding a partner wouldn’t have proven so difficult.
But I meant what I said. I’m sure that we were always meant to find each other. There’s something about us that just clicks, as if our jagged, sometimes broken pieces find their opposite fit in this one place.
“How can that be better than the last time?” he asks, his voice a bit slurred.
“I’ve only shown you the icing on the cake, Oren,” I say, kissing him and letting him taste himself on my tongue.
He’s not sure if he’s disgusted with it or enjoys it. His hand grips my hair again and tugs, but then stops tugging and becomes a force to hold me in place.
Oren continues to gasp for breath when I release his mouth. I reach down and try to wrangle his Speedo back into place.
“I think we need to find one that’s maybe a size bigger,” I agree as I try to arrange his perfect dick in such a way that he’s not tucked under himself, not bursting at one of the seams, and comfortable.
He nods. “I don’t hate this one,” he says. “I’m not sure I’m ready to be seen in public with it, though.”
“That’s probably a good thing,” I admit. “I wanted to eat you the moment I walked into the closet. Not sure I’m going to be able to keep my hands off you if you wear this.”
His smile is beaming when he meets my eyes. “I don’t think that’s convincing me to choose something else. Just so you know.”
I chuckle and press soft kisses to his face. “Grab a pair of shorts and a shirt. We’ll stop on the way and see what we can find that’s sexy, but going to keep your junk contained. Trust me, I’m likely not going to keep my hands off you regardless of what you’re wearing. I always want to touch you.”
Oren’s smile softens. “I always want to touch you too.”
Colby looks up when we finally get downstairs. He gives us a knowing smirk, which causes Oren to blush furiously and hide his face in my shoulder.
“Not a word, Min. Let’s go.” I grip Oren around his waist and turn to the door.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Colby says as he joins us. “But are you wearing anything under that shirt, Oren?”
Oren looks down. He put on his booty shorts over his Speedo and with the way my tee hangs, it definitely looks like he’s not wearing anything. “It’s a nude pool party, Min. Did I forget to mention that?” He looks over our shoulders and I’m quite impressed with how he keeps his expression serious.
I open the door and glance at Colby in time to see his eyes widen. He’s speechless for a second, which is far too long for Oren to remain serious. “I’m kidding, but now I kind of wish I wasn’t. Just to see you blush like that.”
Colby continues to stare at Oren. Then his eyes narrow. “Anytime, buddy. I’m not afraid of showing my junk to a bunch of strangers.”
“How about if you don’t do that,” I say as I set the alarm from my phone before we leave the porch. I like to hear the telltale beep beep inside before walking away. “I really don’t think you or the team need that kind of attention.”
“Nope,” Colby says, shaking his head adamantly. “I still remember the sex vid scandal that Latham went through, and I can tell you now, I’m not cut out for that kind of attention.”
Oren nods. “Even I saw that. It was hard not to. If I couldn’t escape it with as little as I was allowed to interact with the outside world, I can’t imagine how he even functioned through it.”
“Deryke was his lifeline,” I say. “There was a very emotional interview in SCORE shortly after the new year.”
“Yep. It’s one of the few magazines that I find relevant in the world.
It’s sports focused—hockey specifically, but I read something that they’re branching out more and more—but they talk about real shit.
They interview players all the time and they’re just…
” Colby trails off as he looks out the window.
We’re now driving down the highway. “I don’t know.
They’re not biased and they’re real. Asking important questions, personal without being…
invading? Is that the right word? It makes us human, not just public figures. ”
I glance at Colby in the mirror. This is exactly what I’ve been trying to make clear to Demitri.
Hockey players—probably all athletes—get tired of being referred to as just an asset to their team.
They’re people. They have lives and feelings and are more than just the sport they play and the goals they score.
I’ve never thought about it much, but I think the reason I agreed to do the shoot and interview with SCORE when I’ve turned down so many other publications in the past is exactly what Colby said.
We’re people to them. They treat us like people.
We talk about hockey, yes, but we spend a lot of time talking about things that are important to us outside of hockey.
If I’d had Oren then, the entire article would have been about him.
My eyes flick to him and find that he’s watching me. There’s a soft smile on his face.
The warmth in my chest is nearly suffocating. I’m quite certain I love this man with absolutely every breath I take.