Chapter Thirteen #2
Kyle stepped back, grinning. “It would kill you to leave this mess here, wouldn’t it?”
Eric picked up the skillet and stepped around him. “I wouldn’t be able to focus. No joke.”
“I believe you.” There was no judgment in Kyle’s tone.
He just went to the island and gathered their dirty dishes.
It only took about ten minutes, with the two of them working together, and the shift in activities gave Eric a chance to cool off a bit.
He needed to approach this thing with a clearer head otherwise he was going to, a) jump Kyle like a horny teenager, and b) come immediately.
When they finished, Kyle looped his arms around Eric’s neck. “Now then. Where were we?”
Eric chuckled. “That was cheesy.”
“It’s eager,” Kyle corrected. “I’ve been thinking about taking you apart for days.”
Eric froze. “Have you really?”
“Of course,” Kyle said easily. “I have so many plans for you.”
God, he was stunning. So confident and sexy and, well, young. Eric couldn’t believe he was really in his arms. About to be in his bed. Even if it was just in the interest of being a helpful friend. He kissed him again, because he could do that, for now.
“Let’s go,” Eric murmured, hoping his desire masked his nerves. He led Kyle up the two flights of stairs to the master bedroom, taking deep, calming breaths as he tried to slow his racing heart.
“Wow. This is...wow,” Kyle said when they reached the top of the stairs.
The bedroom and en suite bathroom took up the entire top floor of the house.
Eric loved this room, with its large windows and exposed brick wall.
One of his favorite paintings hung on the wall opposite the bed—a large abstract oceanscape he found both calming and overwhelming.
The floors and the sturdy frame and headboard of his king-size bed were made from reclaimed wood.
It was a very peaceful space, and one that, right now, with the dramatic lighting he had set earlier and the beautiful man standing in the middle of the floor, he could also describe as sexy.
Kyle sat on the end of the bed, still gazing around the room. “So what’s on the menu?” he asked. “I want to ask now before we start making out again. What do you want to do tonight?”
“I...” Eric should have an answer ready for this question, but he was coming up blank.
He thought about Kyle’s mouth and how it felt against his own.
How it would feel other places. And also how it would feel to be on his knees for Kyle, using his mouth to earn words of praise and moans of pleasure. “I’d like to try...oral.”
Kyle crossed his arms and grinned. “You want to suck my cock, Eric?” His tone was playful and seductive at the same time, and, god, those words. Eric’s erection had flagged a bit when they’d journeyed upstairs, but now he shifted his stance so his arousal wasn’t quite so obvious.
“I can’t promise to be great at it,” he said honestly. “But I’d like to try.”
Kyle slid off the bed, chewing his lip as he walked toward him. “I don’t mind being your test subject.” His gaze darted to the obvious bulge that had formed in Eric’s pants. “I also wouldn’t mind giving you a demonstration first.”
“Oh—”
Kyle crushed their mouths together, kissing Eric fervently.
Eric’s brain was sluggish with lust—a sensation he wasn’t used to—but he did his best to keep up with the kiss.
He wanted Kyle to take charge and do whatever he liked, but he didn’t know how to ask.
He didn’t want to ask. For once in his life, Eric didn’t want to be the one in control.
Kyle dropped his hand to Eric’s crotch and began caressing his rigid cock through his pants.
“Nice,” Kyle murmured appreciatively. He kissed Eric’s jaw, and then nipped his earlobe.
Eric’s head tipped back and he let out a completely involuntary moan.
“You’re so hard for me already. Been too long, hasn’t it, baby? ”
The pet name should have sounded weird—they barely knew each other—but Eric found it thrilling. “Too long,” he agreed breathlessly.
“We’ll fix that,” Kyle promised. “I’m going to wring you out tonight.”
God, that sounded wonderful. Eric kissed him again, which he hoped showed his approval of Kyle’s plans.
He stilled, his whole body buzzing with anticipation, as Kyle unfastened Eric’s pants and slipped his hand inside.
His fingers wrapped around Eric’s cock, making Eric whimper into Kyle’s mouth.
He knew he’d wanted this, but now that he had this beautiful man’s hand wrapped around him, and his slick tongue stroking his own, Eric didn’t know how he’d ever lived without it.
Kyle’s grip was loose, his fingertips lightly brushing against Eric’s shaft. Eric thrust his hips a couple of times, needing more. Kyle laughed and took his hand away. “You’re desperate for it. Why don’t you get undressed and meet me on the bed?”
Eric had never gotten his clothes off faster. He’d been naked in front of other men so many times in his life that he wasn’t a bit bashful about being on full display now. He gazed at Kyle, wanting his reaction. Wanting his approval.
“Jesus.” Kyle sounded horrified. It wasn’t encouraging. But then Kyle lightly touched Eric’s chest, over a bruise that had formed after Eric had taken a slap shot there during the game in Toronto.
“It’s nothing,” Eric said, not wanting any distractions.
“There are so many,” Kyle said quietly. He trailed his fingers over to another bruise. And another one.
“Part of the job. I barely feel them anymore.”
Then Kyle was tracing the lines of his surgery scars on his shoulder. “I’ll bet you felt this one.”
“Just some repairs. Everything is in working order now.”
Kyle kissed the scar tissue, which was shockingly sensual, and made Eric’s eyes flutter closed and his mouth go slack.
Kyle’s lips lingered, gently tracing the thin line of the scar while Eric struggled to breathe.
It was just a scar—it didn’t even have an interesting story—but what Kyle was doing felt so intimate and adoring that Eric lost himself in it.
Then, Kyle’s lips were gone, and when Eric opened his eyes he saw that he had stepped back to pull his own T-shirt off.
Kyle’s body wasn’t bruised and blemished, it was exactly as Eric had remembered it from seeing him half undressed in his guest bedroom: perfect.
His flat stomach and toned pecs with that trail of hair Eric hadn’t been able to stop thinking about were on full display, and this time Eric could admire as much as he liked.
He sat on the end of the bed and watched as Kyle opened his jeans and slid them down over his slim hips. He looked like a model as he stood in front of Eric in nothing but his royal-blue boxer briefs.
A model with a very obvious erection straining the fabric of his underwear.
Kyle stood between Eric’s legs and tipped his chin up. “Take them off,” he instructed.
In the hockey world, Eric was known for his steady hands, and for generally remaining calm in the face of pressure.
But he couldn’t stop his hands from trembling a bit as he reached for Kyle now.
He placed his palms on Kyle’s waist and slid them down over his warm, smooth skin, to the waistband of his briefs.
He glanced up, and Kyle nodded his approval, so Eric hooked his thumbs into the waistband and tugged the briefs down an inch or so.
Then he paused and leaned in so he could press his lips to Kyle’s stomach.
He kissed across his abdomen and then down to where the trail of dark blond hair started.
“That’s good,” Kyle murmured. “Take your time.”
Eric flicked his gaze back up and found Kyle watching him intently. “You’re beautiful,” Eric said, because he’d never told Kyle that before and he thought he should know. He kissed his bellybutton.
Kyle combed his fingers through Eric’s hair. “Thank you.”
Eric pulled the briefs down until the tip of Kyle’s cock was visible. He pinned it there, against Kyle’s belly, with the waistband. For a few seconds he just stared at it, mesmerized. He was really about to touch another man’s cock.
“Having second thoughts?” Kyle asked. His tone was playful, but Eric suspected he was concerned.
“No,” Eric said. He met Kyle’s eyes. “I just can’t believe how lucky I am.”
They both smiled, and then Eric pulled Kyle’s underwear down over his thighs and let it fall to the floor. Kyle’s cock bobbed in front of his face, long and narrow with a distinct curve upward, like a ski jump. It was perfect, but Eric wasn’t exactly sure what to do with it.
“Anything you want, gorgeous,” Kyle said, likely noticing the uncertainty on Eric’s face.
Heat crept up the back of Eric’s neck. “Could you...tell me what to do? I like it when, um...”
Kyle’s smile was wicked. “You want me to be in charge?”
Eric nodded.
“We can play that way. I’ll even go easy on you. Why don’t you put your hands on my thighs and go back to kissing my stomach? I liked that.”
Eric placed his palms above Kyle’s knees and stroked, slowly, up toward his hips. He relished the feeling of soft hair and muscular flesh beneath his hands, and the firmness of Kyle’s belly against his lips.
“Fuck, I love how your beard feels against my skin,” Kyle said, so Eric rubbed his cheek against his stomach, and then down toward the base of his cock.
He could feel Kyle’s abs flexing in response.
Eric kept rubbing his palms up and down, and his thumbs stretched out to press into the crease of Kyle’s thighs.
“Play with my balls,” Kyle instructed. “However you want. I fucking love that.”
There was something about being told what to do that made all of this easier.
Eric carefully cupped Kyle’s balls in one hand, rubbing a thumb over the tight, wrinkled skin that, he noticed, seemed to be meticulously waxed or shaved or something.
Should Eric be waxing his own balls? It wasn’t something he had considered doing before.