CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
An hour later, as Graham left the head coach’s office, he was lost in thought. It hadn’t been a bad meeting. Far from it, actually. Hoyt seemed pleased with Graham’s performance so far this season and with the team in general.
Toward the end, he’d asked if anything had changed for him.
Graham had shrugged, not sure how to answer that question without outing himself and his relationship with Thad.
“Well, whatever you’re doing, keep doing it,” Hoyt had said with a slap on the back as they left his office. “I like what I see.”
Now, Graham pulled out his phone, intending to text Thad to see if he was going to come over today after work.
Graham had an interview he was doing, but maybe after …
He let out a startled yelp when he felt a hand close around his upper arm, and someone tugged him through an open door.
The door slammed shut behind him and he clutched at the rack of cleaning products in front of him to steady himself.
A familiar voice said, “You better not be getting back together with your ex,” in his ear.
Graham laughed, relaxing when he realized who had abducted him.
He closed his eyes when Thad dragged his nose along the side of his neck, his breath warm on Graham’s skin.
“I’m not getting back together with Madison,” he protested with a soft laugh, his heart still racing from the unexpected attack. “And Jesus, you scared the shit out of me.”
“Sorry.”
Thad didn’t sound sorry as he settled his hands on Graham’s hips and pressed close, his body a long line of heat against Graham’s back.
“So what’s with the kidnapping?” he asked, amused. “Trying to stake your claim on me?”
“Missed you,” Thad rumbled.
“And got jealous when you overheard the guys teasing me about Madison?”
“Mmm. Maybe a little.” Thad bit lightly at his neck. “Did she really message you about a guy she’s seeing?”
“Yeah, just wanted my perspective on some stuff.”
“Have you told her about us?”
“No.” Graham frowned at the bright yellow bottle in front of him, wishing he could see Thad’s face. “Why would I? I thought we weren’t telling anyone.”
“She already knows you’re bi or whatever though, doesn’t she?” Thad slid a hand across his stomach, dipping below his hoodie.
“Yeah.” Graham let out a shaky breath, half-afraid they’d get caught fooling around in a cleaning closet, half-afraid Thad would stop touching him.
“Then as long as you don’t tell her who I am …” Thad teased his fingers under the waistband of Graham’s shorts.
Graham clutched the shelf and took a deep breath. “Why is it such a big deal to you?”
“I want her to know you’re not an option anymore.” Thad cupped his dick through the fabric of his underwear.
“She already knows,” Graham pointed out breathlessly.
“Does she?”
Thad squeezed, rubbing his thumb across the head of Graham’s cock, the gentle friction of the fabric making Graham shudder.
“She should. I did break up with her for you.” Graham closed his eyes again, sinking back against Thad’s body.
“Did you?”
“Yeah,” Graham admitted, letting his head fall back against Thad’s shoulder. “Yeah, I just wanted to be with you.”
“Mmm, good.”
Thad stroked a little, light, teasing touches that made Graham shiver. For a little while, neither of them said anything. Thad held him close, toying with his cock while Graham shifted restlessly against him, aware Thad was getting hard against his ass.
He angled his hips, pressing back until Thad’s cock slotted between his cheeks.
Thad let out a low groan in his ear. “Fuck you feel good.”
“You know what would feel even better?” Graham whispered.
“My mouth on your cock?”
“Your dick in my ass.” They had been dancing around that for a while now. Graham was more than familiar with the feeling of Thad’s mouth on his cock and two or three fingers up his ass, toying with his prostate.
Graham wasn’t complaining.
The orgasms were so intense they left him shaking and blissed-out. But Thad always seemed to have an excuse when Graham tried to push it further.
Thad’s grip on his dick tightened. “I’m not fucking you for the first time in a cleaning closet.”
“Then come over tonight.”
The throaty groan Thad let out only made Graham’s cock harder and it jerked in Thad’s hand, responding as he imagined what it would be like to finally have Thad where he wanted him.
Thad’s only other response was to slide his hand under Graham’s underwear. Graham could have wept at the feeling of skin-on-skin contact. He bucked into Thad’s grip and stumbled forward a little, the shelf rattling.
Graham reached for the yellow bottle threatening to tip over and crash to the ground.
“You want that?” Graham asked breathlessly. “Because I do. I want to know what it feels like to come on your dick.”
Thad bit his shoulder. The layers of fabric between his teeth and skin blunted it, so Graham doubted there would be marks.
Which was, honestly, a little bit of a disappointment.
“Or I can fuck you,” he pressed. “Whatever. Just … stop holding back on me. Please. I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel.”
Thad kissed his cheek. “Well, I have some good news then. Guess what I did the morning we got back from Florida?”
Graham bit back the urge to say, “Woke up in the wrong bed.”
That wasn’t fair. If Thad had trouble sleeping next to him, they’d have to figure it out. Or he’d have to be okay with it. One or the other.
“What did you do?” he asked instead.
“Got my ass to a clinic to get tested.”
“Ohhh.” Graham flexed his hips, fucking through the snug grip of Thad’s fist. It was a little too dry but it still felt amazing. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah. Nothing to worry about, thankfully.”
“For me either,” Graham admitted. He’d done his test before they even left for Florida. “Now that we’re sure everything’s fine, are you going to let me suck you off?”
Thad let out a shaky sigh, grinding against his ass. “You really want to?”
“I really fucking do,” Graham promised him. “C’mon. I need you to trust me on this.”
He shifted, turning in Thad’s arms and cupping his face in his hand. It dislodged Thad’s grip on his cock, but it was worth it to be able to look him in the eye.
“Let me do this for you,” he begged, reaching down to cup Thad’s hardness through his jeans. “Please.”
Thad let out a low groan but nodded. He stepped back, glancing around. Before Graham could ask what the hell he was doing, he tossed a small stack of cleaning towels on the floor at Graham’s feet and nodded, gently pressing on his shoulder.
A thrill went through Graham as he sank to his knees. The feeling mingled with affection at Thad’s thoughtful gesture. Even in the middle of his own pleasure, he was thinking about Graham’s comfort.
Worried about protecting his knees on the hard concrete floor.
Graham’s heart raced as he mapped the outline of Thad’s cock through his jeans with his hand for a moment.
Thad let out a soft groan, his gaze encouraging as he briefly slid a hand through Graham’s hair, then reached for his belt.
The soft metallic clink of his belt buckle made anticipation flood Graham’s body, and the rasp of his zipper only amped that up further.
“Yeah,” Graham whispered, his mouth watering as Thad peeled back the fabric and pulled his dick free. “Yeah, give it to me.”
Thad shuddered. He cupped Graham’s chin in his hand and his cock in the other, brushing the head across Graham’s lower lip, smearing wetness across it.
Graham licked his lip, a salty flavor lingering on his tongue.
“You are so fucking gorgeous like this, baby,” Thad growled. “Those lips …”
Graham smiled and opened his mouth.
Thad carefully pressed his cock inside.
Graham closed his eyes, breathing in the heady, musky scent of Thad’s body. He was a little sweaty after being confined in his jeans for hours and it was perfect.
Perfect and hot.
He gave a few shallow, experimental bobs of his head, then glanced up to get Thad’s reaction. Thad groaned and helped gently guide him into a slow, easy rhythm, one hand cupped around the back of Graham’s head, the other feeding his cock in.
It took Graham a moment to figure out what to do with his tongue and teeth but then something seemed to click, and he gripped Thad’s thighs, the soft texture of denim against his palms anchoring him.
There was something intoxicating about the glide of Thad’s shaft across his tongue, leaving salt and bitter in its wake.
Graham tried to take more of him and choked, but Thad brushed his thumb across his cheek in a tender, affectionate gesture. “Careful, baby,” he whispered. “I promise, I don’t need you choking and gagging on my dick. This is perfect the way it is.”
Graham sucked harder. Well, that sounded like a challenge if he’d ever heard one …
“Baby,” Thad said, half-laughing, half-moaning. “No. I didn’t mean …”
But his words dissolved into a moan as Graham took him deeper, knocking Thad’s hand away and beginning to slowly bob his head over his length.
Thad shuddered and cupped Graham’s head in both hands.
Graham hadn’t made it to the NHL by doing things halfway or not giving it his all. If he was going to give a blowjob for the first time, he was going to do it right.
And this was fucking hot.
He liked the feel of Thad’s fingers gripping the sides of his head. He liked the musky scent of him in his nose and the way Thad’s cock jerked a little in his mouth when he did something right.
He liked the ache in his own cock as it pressed against the fly of his underwear.
Thad seemed to finally get on board because he stopped holding Graham back, instead, gently guiding Graham into a steady, gliding rhythm over his cock.
Eventually, they picked up speed, the wet sounds of his mouth filling the air.
And then it was like being on the ice for Graham, finding the proper rhythm for his breathing and his movements, anticipating what he needed to do next.