CHAPTER EIGHT
As Tanner waited for Leif to make up his mind, he couldn’t get over how hot he looked.
He was dressed simply enough in a pair of black trousers and a black sweater, but he wore some genuinely cool-looking suede boots—bright teal against the boring black—and a gold bracelet next to a vintage-looking gold watch with a black leather band.
Tanner wasn’t really a fashion guy, but Rafe was, and Tanner had picked up some stuff from his roommate.
Leif’s style was always sort of … effortless. With those cheekbones and jaw and slightly tousled hair, Leif totally had that “I just rolled out of bed looking pretty” vibe.
He’d probably inherited that from his fuckhot supermodel mom or something, Tanner decided.
And then Leif groaned and stepped forward, grabbing Tanner by the hips. “This is a bad fucking idea,” he muttered against Tanner’s mouth.
“Duh,” Tanner said, smiling, because he was pretty sure this meant Leif had decided to go for it. “That’s what makes it hot.”
“But we—”
“Don’t like each other? Shouldn’t be fucking when we’re on rival teams?” Tanner guessed.
Leif nodded, frowning. “Yes. All of that. Won’t it be weird if we’re playing against each other?”
“Ugh, stop already.” Tanner took Leif’s face in his hands and looked him straight in the eye. “What did I tell you? I’m tired of the stupid excuses. They’re bullshit and you know it. If you don’t want this? Fine. You can leave. But stop lying to both of us.”
“This is my room, Clayton.”
“Fine, then tell me to leave. Tell me to leave or fuck me through the mattress. Those are your choices.”
“I …”
Tanner sighed, seriously getting annoyed now. “Do you think I’m hot?”
Leif shrugged. “You’re okay.”
Tanner grinned because Leif was trying so hard to pretend he didn’t want him and he was a terrible liar. “Do you wanna fuck me?”
“Yes,” Leif croaked, like he was a little embarrassed by this. Hilarious.
“Then, c’mon, dude, let’s do this!”
Leif scowled. “You’re so annoying when you talk.”
“Then shut me up.”
So Leif did. He tugged off Tanner’s beanie, stuck a hand in Tanner’s hair, then yanked him close, sliding his tongue into Tanner’s mouth.
Tanner fist-pumped internally, then slid his hand under Leif’s sweater.
It was soft—probably cashmere or some shit—and he only had a thin tank underneath.
They pulled apart so Tanner could yank the sweater off and toss it onto the end of the bed before diving in and running his hands along Leif’s torso.
Leif was built more like a swimmer than a hockey player, with wide shoulders, a long torso, and narrow hips. But his thighs were tightly muscled, and he had a hell of an ass.
Tanner could see the pinky-brown color of his nipples peeking through the thin fabric of the white cotton and he shoved Leif down onto the bed so he could get his mouth on one.
Leif shuddered and moaned, tugging at Tanner’s hair a little as he sucked. The fabric was rough against his tongue, but when he pulled away, he liked the way it had gone all see-through from the wetness of his mouth.
“The fuck was that?” Leif asked, his voice all rough.
“Did you like it?” Tanner shifted until he settled comfortably into the vee of Leif’s legs.
Leif nodded, his eyes fluttering a little.
“Good.” Tanner lowered his head and went at it again. He sucked and licked at Leif’s nipple until it stood up in a hard little peak.
“Fuck,” Leif whispered when Tanner dragged his teeth across it, so Tanner did it again.
Eventually, when he got tired of tasting cotton, he tugged the fabric back and attacked the nipple itself. He bit at and around it, watching with satisfaction as Leif’s skin broke out in goosebumps and the spot where Tanner used his teeth went pink.
Leif groaned and began to rock his hips.
Tanner slid his hands up under the tank top, laughing a little when Leif flinched and squirmed at the drag of his hands across his ribs. Leif was so fucking ticklish, and Tanner couldn’t wait to take advantage of that.
But maybe not right now. Maybe not tonight even, but he had a good feeling this wouldn’t be the last time they hooked up.
Tanner worked the shirt up and off over Leif’s head, then dragged his teeth across Leif’s pec before biting.
“Of course you’re a biter,” Leif muttered.
Tanner laughed. “You say that like that’s a bad thing.”
“It will be when I have to explain to all of the guys in the locker room where I got the marks.”
Tanner lifted his head, arching an eyebrow at Leif in disbelief. “You’re planning to tell them we’re hooking up?”
A horrified expression crossed Leif’s face. “No! Fuck, of course not. I just mean that I’ll have to explain that I hooked up with someone and that they’re actually a vampire.”
Tanner snickered and tilted his head so he could bite the side of Leif’s neck. “I vant to suck your blood,” he said in a cheesy Dracula accent.
Leif groaned and hooked his leg around Tanner’s, twisting to the side and bringing Tanner with him until he was pinned under Leif’s body. “Don’t you dare leave marks on my neck. I have publicity shit to do!”
“I know! I wouldn’t!” Tanner protested. “It’ll be under the uniform. I swear.”
“Sure,” Leif said, his tone skeptical.
“You’re so mean to me,” Tanner pointed out. “I have done nothing wrong.”
Leif raised up on one elbow. “Except break into a man’s hotel room and jerk off in his bed.”
Tanner shrugged. “It got me what I wanted, didn’t it?”
Leif narrowed his eyes. “You said you didn’t do it on purp—”
“I was kidding.” Tanner poked Leif’s side and made him squawk. “Don’t be dumb.”
“Ugh. You’re so annoying. Shut up.” Leif kissed Tanner.
Kissing was the best, so Tanner opened his mouth a little wider to let Leif’s tongue sweep inside, then wrapped his other leg around Leif’s hip to get some friction going.
Now Leif’s cock was pressed against his and Tanner groaned at the pressure as he rocked his hips.
They made out, rocking together until Tanner felt like he was going to explode. He tore his mouth away, panting, “Fuck, I need you to fuck me. Or I can fuck you. Just … dicks need to go in asses.”
Leif scoffed and sat back. “Ugh. You’re so needy.”
“Hey, I know what I want,” Tanned said without an ounce of shame. “So what’ll it be, Princess?”
“Get on your hands and knees,” Leif growled.
“Clothes on or off?”
“Off, obviously.”
Tanner shrugged. Maybe Leif had a clothing kink. How should Tanner know? He stripped off his clothes and tossed them onto the floor.
Leif eyeballed them like he was thinking about picking them up and folding them, but Tanner shifted onto his hands and knees and wiggled his ass. “C’mon, Princess. I’m wait-ing.”
Leif groaned, then stripped off his own clothing, laying it carefully aside. He pulled lube and a condom from the nightstand, then settled on the bed on his knees behind Tanner.
Tanner watched over his shoulder as Leif rolled the condom on, then slicked his fingers.
“When was the last time you got fucked?” Leif asked.
“Uhh, last night, dude. You were there. Remember?”
Leif shrugged. “Just checking.”
“When would I have even had time to fuck anyone else? I mean, the closest I got to any action was staring at Matty Carlson’s dump truck of an ass when we were changing into swimsuits at Fowler’s place. Honestly, his husband is so fucking lucky. I would have loved to get my face all up in there—”
Tanner made a choked noise at the feel of Leif’s fingers sliding between his cheeks. “Oh fuck yeah,” he said, grinning at how easy it was to get Leif riled up. Good to know.
Tanner closed his eyes as Leif dragged narrow fingers around his entrance, then slid one inside. Fuck that was good.
“All of Team USA is pretty hot,” he said breathlessly. “Fowler, O’Shea, Hurst, Carlson, Underhill—”
“Would you stop talking about other men when I have my fingers in your ass?” Leif snapped, twisting his wrist.
“Ugh, you’re no fun,” Tanner said with a scowl. “And maybe you should do something to make me stop thinking about other men, hmm?”
Leif planted a hand on Tanner’s lower back and pressed a second finger alongside the first. He began to fuck Tanner’s hole in earnest, twisting his fingers and scissoring them open.
Sweat broke out on Tanner’s shoulders and he gasped quietly. Goddamn, that had worked even better than he’d planned.
“There. Is that better?” Leif sounded a little smug.
“It’s a start,” Tanner said with a shrug. “But Graham is kind of a smokeshow too and—”
Leif brushed two fingers across Tanner’s prostate.
“Oh fuck. Fuck!” Tanner’s body shook and he pounded the mattress beside him. “Fuck yes.”
“Thought so.” Leif definitely sounded smug this time.
Tanner gave up on trying to goad Leif into something more.
Just as well because Leif was merciless after that too, so thorough it made Tanner’s head spin. By the time he made it up to three fingers, Tanner was covered in sweat and his balls ached.
“Come on,” he demanded. “Fuck me already!”
“I’ll fuck you when I’m good and ready,” Leif shot back, but a few moments later, he pulled his fingers free and shifted on the bed.
Tanner wanted to cry as Leif lined himself up and pushed inside. It was so good that Tanner could think of nothing else, could barely breathe with how bad he wanted it. And Leif didn’t waste a moment either.
He set up a hard pace right from the beginning, his hands biting into Tanner’s hips and driving his cock in at just the right angle to make heat spread across his body.
Tanner screwed his eyes more tightly shut and panted, wondering if this time he was going to be the one to come too soon. Dimly, he heard himself babbling nonsense and he dug his fingers into the covers.
When Leif’s cock dragged across Tanner’s prostate just right, he buried his face in the nearby pillow to muffle his shout and collapsed onto his elbows. Leif kept fucking him through it, hard and deep and … Tanner came with a strangled howl he couldn’t hold back any longer.
Leif kept going until Tanner was oversensitive and twitching, then came with a low groan before collapsing, his forehead pressed to Tanner’s sweaty back.