Chapter Five #2
He stretched himself out on the bed beside Kip and brought their mouths together again. Kip had been expecting more of the same urgency, but the way Scott was kissing him now was so tender, like he was savoring him, and Kip lost himself in it.
“God, your mouth,” Scott murmured.
Kip smiled against Scott’s lips. “I can do other things with it too.”
He needed to taste every inch of Scott. He might not get another chance.
Scott caught Kip’s bottom lip between his teeth, then released him and whispered, “Show me.”
Kip did not need to be told twice. He rolled Scott onto his back and straddled his massive thighs.
“Fuck, you’re enormous,” Kip said.
“Well, I’m very turned on right now.”
Kip laughed. “I meant all of you, but yeah. That thing is impressive too.”
He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Scott’s collarbone.
Scott gasped and arched up, so Kip let his mouth travel down his body, licking the curves of his muscles on his chest and stomach, and along the line of his absurdly defined obliques.
The path led him to Scott’s cock, which was swollen and begging for attention.
Kip ignored it and moved back up to Scott’s mouth.
“Bastard,” Scott growled, but he kissed Kip wildly.
As an apology, Kip moved his hips so their cocks slid against each other. Scott moaned his approval. “Christ, yes.”
Kip repeated the motion a few more times, then pressed a hand on Scott’s chest, and sat up. “Lube?”
“Yeah. Just a sec.”
Kip dismounted so Scott could roll and reach into the nightstand drawer. He handed the small bottle to Kip.
“Top shelf,” Kip commented, examining the label.
“I like to spend big on important things,” Scott said dryly.
Kip reached for Scott’s cock, stroking it slowly and getting it slick and shiny. Scott’s abdominal muscles flexed as he writhed on the bed while Kip caressed his balls and tugged at them gently. Scott swore quietly and arched his back. Kip smiled.
He stroked two slick fingers over Scott’s hole, and the NHL all-star whimpered.
“Yes, fuck… God, it’s been too long. Too fucking long…”
Kip stroked Scott’s cock with one hand as he teased his rim with the other. “No one else,” he murmured. “Just you and me in this room. Nothing outside that door. Nothing matters but making each other feel good, all right?”
“Yes.” Scott didn’t so much say it as exhale it. All of his muscles seemed to loosen a bit. His eyes closed, his beautiful long lashes resting against his cheekbones. “Gonna make you feel so good, Kip. Can’t wait until you’re inside me.”
“Me neither. Gonna fuck you like this, I think. You on your back. I wanna see you. Wanna make you come all over that gorgeous body of yours.”
“God, yes.” Scott sounded a million miles away.
By the time Kip had worked a third finger into him, Scott was breathing hard and his cock was leaking.
“You’re so fucking stunning,” Kip told him.
“Then fuck me,” Scott growled.
“Condom?”
Scott answered by reaching into the drawer again and tossing a condom at him. Kip rolled it on as fast as fucking possible before lining himself up.
He pushed in slowly, and kept a hand on Scott’s cock, gently stroking as he entered him. Scott’s face gave no indication of pain. Of course not. He was a tough guy. An athlete. A guy who got stitches on the bench and was back on the ice next shift. He could take it.
Scott bent his knees until they were touching his chest, coaxing Kip to push deeper. Kip grabbed Scott’s hips and hauled him closer, then he slid back and thrust in, hard and fast. Scott cried out, but he was smiling. He looked ecstatic.
“Just like that,” Scott breathed. “Hard. Please.”
He hooked a leg over Kip’s shoulder, and raised his hips, urging Kip to take him even deeper.
Kip watched, mesmerized, as Scott stroked his own cock. He was already on the verge of shattering, but when Scott murmured Kip’s name, Kip lost all control. His rhythm was completely gone, and he was just fucking Scott as hard and fast as he could as his mind broke apart. It was all just too much.
Suddenly, Scott threw his head back, his chin jutted out and his neck muscles strained.
His back arched and he came with a gorgeous shudder that Kip would never forget.
He spurted, endless and beautiful, against his own stomach and chest, some even hitting his neck.
Kip moaned and swore and came on the next thrust, almost screaming with how good it felt.
When the last waves subsided he collapsed on top of Scott, panting and smiling. After a minute, Scott gently maneuvered him so he could reach his mouth, and kissed him.
“Thank you,” Scott murmured happily. “You have no idea… Thank you.”
“You’re thanking me?”
“I needed that,” Scott said. “It’s been a long time.”
Kip felt brave. “How long?”
“August.”
“Are you—?”
“Early August.”
Kip wanted to ask how that was possible, but the answer might lead into territory that wouldn’t make for great post-sex pillow talk. Scott obviously wasn’t comfortable picking up men.
What he really wanted to know was: Why now? Why me?
Instead he said, “I should get cleaned up.”
“Bathroom’s that way,” Scott said, gesturing to a door across the room. “I’ll use the one in the hall.”
Kip got himself cleaned up and walked out of the (incredible) bathroom. Scott was sitting up, propped against the headboard, with a thin sheet over him.
Kip began collecting his clothes. He wouldn’t kid himself about what this was. The sex had been great, but Scott would probably like him to leave now.
“Well,” he said, “thanks for that.”
“You’re leaving?” Scott sounded disappointed.
Kip paused, holding his jeans in one hand, his T-shirt in the other. “Yeah, I mean…”
“You don’t have to,” Scott said. “You can stay. I… I’d like you to stay. If you want.”
Kip stared, gobsmacked, at the gorgeous, sex-rumpled hockey star who was very shyly inviting him to stay the night. He actually looked nervous, as if he thought Kip might turn him down.
Kip dropped the jeans and shirt on the floor, and returned to the bed, grinning. “Don’t gotta twist my arm.”
He sprawled playfully across the width of the bed with his head on Scott’s thigh.
“I want to know about you.” Scott smiled down at him and began stroking his hair. “Will you tell me something? I can’t think of the right questions to ask.”
Kip gazed up into his face. “My real name is Christopher, but almost no one calls me that. I’m twenty-five. I… I still live with my parents in Brooklyn because I need to pay off my student debt or get a much better job before I can move out.”
“Don’t be embarrassed about that. I grew up dirt-poor. You think I don’t know how lucky I am?”
“Not lucky,” Kip said. “You worked hard for everything you have.”
“I had help. I got a scholarship to a boarding school with a great hockey program when I was fourteen. I had a free ride to college. I haven’t had to think about money for over ten years. I just wish my mom…”
“She, um…?”
“Died. Yeah. When I was fifteen.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Thank you. She was really amazing. I would’ve liked to have been able to take care of her the way she deserved. Buy her a nice house. All that.”
“Only child, right?”
“Yeah,” Scott said. “Yeah, it was just the two of us.” He cleared his throat. “Anyway. We should probably talk about happier things.”
“Don’t have to talk at all, if you don’t want,” Kip said, reaching up to stroke Scott’s face. He felt traces of stubble.
Scott smiled at him. “I should sleep soon. I have an early practice tomorrow. Long one too.”
“Mm,” Kip said, feeling drowsier by the minute as Scott continued to stroke his hair. “You sure you want me to stay?”
“Definitely.” The way Scott said it was so warm. So affectionate. Kip’s heart fluttered.
Uh-oh.
One night, Grady. Don’t go getting stupid. Appreciate what you’ve been given here.
Kip got under the sheet with Scott. He rested his head on Scott’s chest, letting the rise and fall of his breathing lull him to sleep.