Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
Auditory-Megaphonaly Support Group
ELI
I wanted Gabe to fuck me like I wanted to hit the winning numbers in the Powerball drawing.
I wanted him bad.
The one-word answer that would have changed everything almost slipped from my lips. My judgment was clouded by Gabe’s dripping cock pressing up against my hole. I nearly said “yes” and lay back for him, letting him take me.
Flashes of my last relationship played across my thoughts as if my brain had been hijacked.
You don’t turn me on lately.
I’m not into it.
Go jerk off, I’m beating this level.
You’re a walking fuckup.
You can’t even cook us spaghetti without messing it up. What can you do right?
Words I hated to hear coming from someone who I loved dearly and who claimed to love me back. Maybe I should have seen the relationship crashing from a mile away, but then again, a massive iceberg could take out an unsuspecting Titanic, so could I really be to blame?
It wasn’t that I ever imagined Gabe saying those things to me, but the fact that I was even thinking about them was a bad sign. I was already projecting my fears onto Gabe, as if he were my boyfriend—something that would never happen. No matter how flirty and hot we were together.
I knew that if this man pushed himself inside me, it would be game fucking over.
I wouldn’t be able to come back from that.
I’d imprint on him like a damn baby duckling fresh out of an egg.
I wasn’t in the headspace to do that, to be hurt again.
Because a secret relationship with Gabriel Sanderson would absolutely ruin me.
I needed to find myself and my own happiness first before I started to spiral about someone else.
Which was why I swallowed my first one-word answer and instead used another.
“No,” I said. “Not that I don’t want to. Not that at all.”
“It’s okay,” Gabe said as he pulled back.
“I’m just not ready for it. Gotta give a guy at least a fifteen-minute head start to prep.”
Gabe chuckled at that and leaned down, locking me in a kiss that wiped away all my anxiety.
“I’ll give you all the time you need. Besides, I have a feeling we can have fun in other ways.
” He shifted on the bed so that he was straddling my legs, his cock jutting in the air like a damn flagpole.
He spat in his hand and grabbed us both in a firm grip.
I hissed out in pleasure and dropped my head back as Gabe started to jerk us off.
It was an insanely good feeling, made all the better when I opened my eyes and took in the most beautiful man on Earth.
He was everything I loved in a guy and so much more.
He had broad shoulders and a sculpted chest dusted in a smattering of beauty marks underneath the trimmed hair.
His face could be on the cover of magazines and have them sold out by the end of the day.
Those piercing blue eyes and pink, slightly pouty lips and dark eyebrows and rounded nose and slightly larger-than-average ears, and… “Holy fuck, Gabe, that feels so good.”
His saliva had mixed with both of our precum, making our cocks slick and wet. His closed fist glided over us while he played with his nipple. I thrust up into his grip. The toe-curling pleasure of having my dick pressed against Gabe’s sent shock waves through my system.
“That’s it, buddy,” Gabe said. The word did something to the primal center in my brain that was controlled primarily by my cock. I groaned and gripped the sheet, second-guessing my decision about not fucking him. “Yeah, thrust into my hand. Rub that hard cock against mine.”
I was minutes away from self-combusting. I could feel the cells in my body uncapping the tiny gasoline canisters and lighting the minuscule matches.
I did as he asked, thrusting, rubbing, moaning so loud I was sure the hotel room next door could hear. Didn’t matter. We were the only guys on the team staying on this floor.
Gabe slowed his strokes. He let go of our dicks and leaned down, cupping my head in his huge hand, kissing me, his cock pulsing against mine. I grabbed his neck and wrapped a leg around him. His body weight on me felt like a protective shell I never wanted to remove.
“You’re so fucking hot,” I said, staring into his eyes and finding flecks of green and gray in that infinite expanse of blue.
He kissed me again. “And so are you. I’ve never played with someone on my team that gets me hard out on the ice. But every time I see your face—” He kissed me. “—I find myself wanting to do that—” He thrust against me. “—and that.” He nipped at my bottom lip.
I was already so close to coming, but I wasn’t ready just yet. I wanted to edge this as long as possible. Soaking in the pleasure before the inevitable explosion.
I grabbed his hips and pushed him over onto his back.
“I’ve been wanting to do this,” I said, flipping and moving so that I was lying down on my side with Gabe’s cock in my face and mine in his.
I inched my hips forward. Gabe grabbed me and took me in his mouth like he’d been told I was the last soda can in the desert.
I gobbled him up with the same thirst, swirling my tongue around his head and savoring that salty pre.
I rubbed his thigh, massaging the hard muscle as I worked his dick.
He stopped sucking my dick for a second. “Fuck, Eli, I’m close.”
I took that as a sign to keep blowing him, taking him deeper down my throat. He went back to working on me. I was close too. I could feel it in my stomach, my body tensing, my eyes closing. I was about to give a warning but was caught off guard by a jet of cum blasting down my throat.
“Holy fuuuucck,” Gabe shouted, emptying his balls. I swallowed everything he gave me. My orgasm hit at the same time, my cum shooting out and getting Gabe on his chin and chest, some of it going over him and onto the headboard.
“Goddamn,” I said, rolling onto my back and staring at the ceiling with a goofy grin on my face and stars flickering across the white paint.
Gabe appeared, hovering over me. He smiled, his glazed chin catching the light just as it dripped down onto my lips.
I licked it up. “Mmm, didn’t know you were providing dessert.”
“Technically, you provided it,” Gabe replied with a laugh.
“This is true. This is true.”
He leaned down and kissed me, getting me even more messy. I kissed him back, melting into this moment, realizing something and quickly stuffing it to the back of my mind.
What I wanted to avoid is happening…
“Let me get us a towel,” Gabe said, climbing off the bed and walking to the bathroom, leaving me with a view that would put the Grand Canyon to shame with how glorious it was.
He returned, still naked (thank God), and handed me a warm, wet hand towel. I used it to wipe my face and my dick clean and dry. Gabe happily took it and walked it back to the bathroom. He then went to the mini-fridge and squatted down, giving me another view that was somehow better than the first.
“Want a water or a Gatorade?”
“I’ll take the water, please.”
“You got it.” He grabbed us water bottles and came back to the bed, his big dick swinging between his legs, still dripping.
He uncapped it for me and handed it to me.
I took five huge gulps. My body was relaxed, but my heart started to race again.
With the main act out of the way, what would the rest of the night hold?
Was Gabe suddenly stricken with post-nut clarity and possibly regretting it, or just ready to put some clothes on and go to bed?
Or… he wasn’t putting on any clothes as he got back onto the bed.
Huh.
“Do you mind if I sleep naked?” he asked, ever the gentleman.
I wanted to say, “Of fucking course not, and I wouldn’t mind at all if you sleep with your dick against my ass the entire night, either,” but I contained my feral thoughts and said, “Nah, I like to sleep naked sometimes too. Especially in hotels.”
“Good, because I didn’t want you putting on any clothes anyway.” He sat against the headboard, one arm behind his head and the other relaxed at his side.
I audibly swallowed. I moved to rest beside him. He put a leg over mine, our feet rubbing together. It was a simple little thing that made a flurry of big things come alive in my chest.
There was a stretch of comfortable silence as we both caught our breath and soaked in the moment. The curtains were drawn open, which made it seem like a painting of the night sky was hanging on the wall. I imagined myself floating up toward the slice of opulent white moon that was visible.
“You know,” I said, speaking without any filter, “my body hasn’t felt this relaxed since that one time I found a Groupon for a Swedish deep-tissue massage, and I ended up with a masseuse that bent me like origami and beat the knots out of my back like they owed her a bag.”
“That doesn’t sound relaxing at all,” Gabe said, laughing. The sound was rich and deep and honey-like.
“It definitely was not. And I’m pretty sure she wasn’t even licensed. But whatever she did worked, because I left feeling like a brand-new person.”
More chuckles from Gabe. He rubbed his foot against mine. “I’m going to need her info, then.” He rolled his neck and groaned. “I’ve been pretty tense lately. Lots of shit going on.”
I turned to look at him. I had noticed that Gabe was prone to missing practice sometimes, and he wasn’t around for a lot of the hangout sessions and sometimes trained on his own, either late at night or at the butt-crack of dawn.
I knew this because I asked Dylan one day when I realized I was, one, subconsciously tracking Gabe’s schedule and, two, curious about what was keeping him busy.
“I’ll find you someone who isn’t working out of her garage. ”
“It was in her garage? Are you sure she didn’t extract a kidney while you were there?”
“You know… I did feel lighter too. How much do kidneys weigh?”
More easy laughter. I inched closer to him.
He put an arm out and around my shoulders.
It was nothing, but it was also fucking everything.
Another simple gesture that could have so many different interpretations.
An arm around a teammate after scoring a goal was celebratory.
An arm around a naked man you just hooked up with and were now lying in bed with was intimate, gentle. It was warmth.
“Is everything okay?” I ventured to ask. Maybe it was none of my business, but I knew that I cared for Gabe. Even as just a good friend, as a good teammate.
Gabe was silent for a moment while he traced shapes on my chest with his fingers. “It hasn’t been, no. There’s a lot of things going on with…” He stopped himself. “Just with everything. And my family situation is also, um, complicated.”
I could tell he didn’t want to really divulge much further right now. And that was okay. There would be other opportunities to open up. “Well, if there’s any way I can help take some of the load off, let me know.”
“I think you’ve already done a lot in that department.”
“Touché,” I said. I didn’t know what pushed me into kissing him next, but I did.
And he kissed me back, soft and tender. The bite of lust was right there under the surface, but we both restrained ourselves.
Exhaustion was starting to slip in. It was already close to midnight, and we had a long day ahead of us tomorrow.
“We should probably try and get some sleep,” I said.
“I can stay up with you all night, but damn, I think you’re right.”
Judging by the way his cock was growing, he wasn’t lying. I was getting hard too, but I was fine with cuddling until we went to sleep. Besides, we had two more nights here together.
That was, of course, if he even wanted to cuddle. Maybe that pillow wall was coming up.
“You don’t snore, do you?”
“I don’t think so,” Gabe said. “Maybe a little.”
“I usually sleep with some white noise playing,” I said, both of us getting out of bed to brush our teeth.
Gabe looked at me in the bathroom mirror with his eyebrows raised. “Shit. For some reason, I can’t sleep with any noise playing in the room. I’m sorry.”
“Oh, that’s fine. I can try wearing headphones. Do you have audio-mepho-something too?”
“What the fuck is that?”
I laughed. “I don’t really know. It’s what Dylan said he had. That he’s hypersensitive to those kinds of sounds.”
“Oh, no,” he said, shaking his head as we went back to bed. We got in under the covers, neither of us moving to erect a pillow barrier between us. “I don’t think so. That sounds… yeah, I think he could have made that up.”
“Really?”
“Possibly. Most likely.”
“Damn it, he did sound a little off saying it.”
Gabe laughed, the sound vibrating through the mattress.
It was a queen-sized bed, so there was plenty of room for us both to stretch out, yet like two magnets, we were skin-to-skin, shoulder-to-shoulder.
Without any prompting, and without any resistance from either of us, we naturally got into a big spoon/little spoon position, with Gabe’s comforting arm thrown over my side, his hard (and still leaking) dick resting against my ass.
My back directly against his chest. I could feel every breath.
I went to sleep that night without a care in the world while feeling like I was floating far, far above it.