Chapter Five
They dumped the rest of their dinners into the garbage cans and walked out, saying nothing to each other. Scott pulled his phone out when they were outside, calling some sort of car service.
“Should be here in a minute or two,” he said after he hung up.
Kip just nodded, buzzing with anticipation.
The car arrived, a black SUV, and they slid into the leather seats behind the partition. Scott sat straight upright with his hands on his knees, not looking at Kip at all. His fingers flexed and curled restlessly.
Kip placed his hand on one of Scott’s thighs, feeling the solid muscle under the smooth fabric of his suit pants. He didn’t move his hand, but let it rest there as a reassuring presence.
Scott glanced at Kip’s hand, then turned to meet his eyes.
“I can keep a secret,” Kip said, almost a whisper because he wasn’t sure if the driver could hear them. “And I promise I’ll make it good for you.”
“I know.” Scott placed his own hand over Kip’s and tangled their fingers. He pressed his lips together, like he was trying to suppress a smile. Like he was giddy about this. About Kip.
Fucking incredible.
The car took them to a newer building in the Lower East Side.
Kip was surprised. He had expected something…
Well, he knew it had to be near Straw+Berry, but…
in a fancier neighborhood, maybe? But, he supposed, every neighborhood in Manhattan was getting fancy these days, and this looked like a brand-new building.
It was also, clearly, a very expensive building.
The lobby reminded Kip of the room that housed the Egyptian temple at the Met—vast and serene, with marble everywhere.
Scott led them to the elevator and typed in a code.
When the doors opened, they were right in front of Scott’s door; there were no other units on the floor.
Scott typed in another code and opened the door.
They were met with a floor-to-ceiling view of the lights of Brooklyn across the East River.
“Holy shit,” Kip murmured, walking, trancelike, toward the windows.
Scott left the lights of the apartment off. He stood behind Kip and said, “The view was definitely a selling point.”
“Geez, yeah.”
Scott’s hand was on Kip’s shoulder. Kip waited a beat, then turned to face him. The lights of the city played against Scott’s face in the dark. His brow was furrowed, like he was arguing with himself, but his eyes kept landing on Kip’s mouth.
Kip decided to take the plunge.
Grabbing a handful of Scott’s hoodie, he pulled him down and pressed their lips together.
Scott responded immediately with a hungry groan.
He parted his lips, then placed his hands on Kip’s face as he pushed his tongue into his mouth, kissing him like a starving man.
Like he hadn’t been with anyone in ages…
Kip kissed back, exploring Scott’s mouth. Tasting him for the first time. Kip’s head swam. I can’t believe this is happening.
Scott unzipped Kip’s parka and slid it off his arms, letting it fall to the floor. His hands fell to Kip’s waist and slipped up under his T-shirt. Kip shivered at the sensation of Scott’s large, callused hands brushing over his skin.
They kissed for what felt like forever in the dark apartment, until Kip finally asked, breathlessly, “You got a bedroom?”
“Yeah.” Scott laughed when he said it. He sounded nervous, but he gestured for Kip to follow him.
He led him through a doorway that revealed a giant bedroom with an even better view of the Brooklyn Bridge than the living room. There was a California king-size bed against the far wall. Aside from that, the room was sparsely decorated, but masculine and impressive.
Scott kept the lighting dim in the room. He smiled shyly before he pulled the souvenir hoodie off over his head and tossed it onto a chair. The white T-shirt he still wore was stretched tight across his chest.
“Is this…okay?” Scott asked. “I’m sorry if I’m… I don’t do this very often.”
“It’s really fucking okay,” Kip said, stepping toward Scott and placing one hand on his ridiculous bicep. “Let me take care of you. You can just be Scott from Rochester tonight, all right?”
Scott looked at him with so much gratitude, it was heartbreaking.
Then his gaze went to where Kip’s hand was on his arm, and his gratitude quickly turned to something else.
Scott kissed him, hard, and lifted Kip’s T-shirt.
Kip took the hint and stepped back to pull his shirt off. Scott did the same, and good god…
Kip had seen pictures of Scott. Had even seen some shirtless locker-room interviews. But seeing Scott standing in front of him, a wall of muscle and smooth, pale skin…
“Fuck,” Kip muttered.
Mesmerized, he watched the rise and fall of Scott’s massive chest as he breathed. Then he saw that Scott was staring at Kip’s naked chest the same way. As if Kip was even in the same league. Sure, Kip kept in shape. He went to the gym whenever he had time. But Scott was…
“You are gorgeous,” Scott said.
Scott was impressed, apparently.
Kip grinned and bit his bottom lip as he walked backward toward the bed. Scott returned the grin and followed, stopping at the end of the bed as Kip fell back onto the mattress. Kip propped himself up on his elbows and gazed up at Scott in a manner that he hoped was seductive.
“What do you want to do with me?” Kip drawled.
“I don’t know. I’ve… There are a lot of things I’ve thought about.”
Kip’s mouth dropped open and his cock got uncomfortably harder in his pants. Scott has been thinking about this. With me!
He instructed himself to keep his cool. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and he’d be damned if he was going to fuck it up.
“Pick your favorite,” he said. “Or, hell, pick your top ten. I’ve got plenty of time.”
Scott moved quickly, covering Kip’s body with his own as he took his mouth again. Kip kissed him back eagerly. He couldn’t get enough of Scott’s mouth, and he wanted Scott to know how much he wanted this. He wanted him to feel confident to do whatever he’d been fantasizing about.
When Scott placed a firm hand on Kip’s crotch, gripping his erection through the denim, Kip groaned into his mouth. He jerked his hips up and pressed into Scott’s palm. Yes. Please. Touch me everywhere.
Scott broke their kiss and looked down at him with wild eyes.
“Do it,” Kip breathed. “Whatever you’re thinking. Please.”
Kip leaned forward to kiss him again, but Scott was already moving down his body. His big hands quickly unfastened Kip’s jeans and hauled them down to his thighs. Kip didn’t even have a chance to react before Scott was mouthing him through his underwear.
“God! Fuck!” Kip cried out, partly out of surprise and partly because Scott Hunter’s beautiful mouth felt so fucking good. He stayed propped on his elbows so he could watch, because holy shit.
Perhaps encouraged by Kip’s enthusiasm, Scott tugged the waistband of his briefs down, freeing Kip’s erection. He lowered his lips to the head, then glanced up at Kip as if he was asking permission. Kip nodded, and murmured, “Yes, please.”
When Scott wrapped those plush lips around him, enveloping his cock in delicious wet heat, it was all Kip could do to stop himself from thrusting up into his mouth.
The only thing that stopped him was his assumption that Scott probably didn’t have a whole lot of experience sucking cock.
Not that he was bad at it. He was just a bit frantic, working his mouth on Kip’s cock like they were in an alley instead of Scott’s home—like he was worried someone might walk in on them at any moment and stop them.
“Hey,” Kip said, a little choked, “it’s all right. No need to hurry—you, fuck, you might wanna slow down if you want me to last.”
The tension seemed to leave Scott’s shoulders as he slowed his tongue. He was making gorgeous noises, as if he was the one being sucked off instead of the other way around, but he would have to stop soon or Kip would be done. The whole scene was too fucking much.
Kip placed a hand on the side of Scott’s face, and Scott looked up, lips still stretched wide around him.
“What do you want?” Kip asked.
Scott’s mouth slid off Kip’s cock with a long, obscene drag of his tongue, and Kip’s eyes rolled back. Jesus. Scott could say literally anything right now and Kip would be down with it.
“I want you to fuck me,” Scott said.
“You do?” Kip was certainly down for whatever, but he’d just sort of assumed that the captain of an NHL team might be kind of…toppy.
“Yeah,” Scott said with a shy smile. “Is that okay? It’s…it’s what I’ve been thinking about the most.”
Kip made a mental note to stop making assumptions about the preferred sexual positions of giant, muscular star athletes. “Fuck yes, it’s definitely okay.”
Scott grinned.
“Get those pants off.” Kip could not wait to see all of Scott.
Scott stood and seemed to take him in. Sprawled out on the bed, pants pulled down to mid-thigh, and erect cock wet with Scott’s spit, Kip imagined he was quite the picture.
“You too,” Scott said finally, voice strained. “Get your clothes off.”
Kip quickly removed his sneakers, pants, underwear, and socks, and lay back on the bed, watching Scott.
Scott turned away from Kip as he bent to rid himself of the last of his clothing, giving Kip a great view of his incredible ass.
He watched the muscles ripple as Scott tugged his socks off.
His eyes trailed down Scott’s solid thighs, pale as the rest of him but covered in dark blond hair.
He was so strong, so masculine. He was everything Kip had ever dreamed about, almost too perfect to be real.
When he was completely undressed, Scott turned to face the bed.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Kip breathed.
Scott huffed a laugh, as if he was relieved that Kip liked what he saw. Which was ridiculous.