CHAPTER FORTY #3
“Yeah, but now I don’t have to. C’mon.” Leif wiggled until his legs were spread. “Fuck me.”
“Can we do something else?” Leif asked.
“Sure. What do you want to do?”
“Something I’ve been thinking about for a while,” Leif admitted.
Tanner was getting that grumpy, impatient look on his face like he needed to know right the fuck now, so Leif grabbed the lube. No condom. They’d been tested and started to go without them recently. Tanner didn’t mind the mess.
But they wouldn’t need them today anyway.
“What are you—ohhh,” Tanner sighed as Leif got a slippery hand on his cock.
Leif worked Tanner over for a few moments, loving his breathy moans, his sighs. The way he closed his eyes and scrunched up his face as he bucked into Leif’s fist.
He let out a frustrated whine when Leif let go of him. “Don’t stop.”
“Learn to be patient,” Leif said with a laugh.
“Hi, have you met me?”
“Yeah, about ten years ago,” Leif said drily. “You drove me crazy then.”
“I still drive you crazy.”
“Yeah, but in a good way now,” Leif admitted. He started stroking himself now, playing with the tip of his cock, rubbing the foreskin that still covered it.
“Fuck, you’re hot like that,” Tanner said, reaching up to play with his nipples. “I still have no idea what we’re doing but …”
“Be patient,” Leif teased.
“No.” Tanner smirked at him.
“You’re trying to goad me into fucking your mouth to shut you up, aren’t you?” Leif said with a gasp as he gently slipped his finger under the edge of his foreskin.
“Kinda.”
Leif bent his head and kissed the only part of Tanner he could get to, which was his collarbone. “It’ll be worth it. Promise.”
Tanner gave him a skeptical look, but he watched intently as Leif gently worked his foreskin open a little more.
“Hold your cock out straight,” Leif whispered.
“Nothing I do is straight,” Tanner muttered, but he did as Leif instructed.
Leif chuckled softly and shook his head. Sex had never been like this with anyone before and he suddenly understood why.
When they had sex, it wasn’t always perfect and sometimes it was silly or funny. But it was always warm and real. No pretenses.
“I love you,” Leif whispered roughly as he touched the head of his cock to Tanner’s and gently eased his foreskin forward.
“Shit,” Tanner whispered. “Oh. Fuck, that’s hot.”
“Yeah.” Leif felt a little shaky as he began to stroke. “Yeah. It is.”
“I’ve heard of docking but I’ve never done it before,” Tanner said, tangling their legs together.
“Me neither.”
They lay on their sides, foreheads pressed together, watching intently as Leif sped up a little, his foreskin sliding over the head of Tanner’s cock, masturbating them both.
“Oh God,” Tanner said after a little while. He reached out and grabbed Leif’s side, gripping the base of his cock hard with his other hand. “Fuck, I’m—I’m, like, super sensitive right now for some reason.”
Leif was too. Fuck, there was something so … so intense about this. Something new and intimate and …
Tanner groaned, his body going stiff, Leif’s cock suddenly hot and slippery at the tip as cum slid out and dribbled down his shift.
“Shit, shit, sorry,” Tanner said with a shaky laugh, still trembling and jerking through his orgasm. “Fuck! I didn’t mean to come yet.”
“Guess you really missed me,” Leif said breathlessly, stroking himself a little faster.
“Yeah, I did.” Voice oddly serious, Tanner dipped his head and kissed him, a quick glancing graze of his lips against Leif’s before he pulled away.
Leif kept stroking but he could feel Tanner starting to go soft. This didn’t really work unless they were both hard.
“Sorry though. Kinda ruined your plan.” Tanner grimaced.
“I don’t care,” Leif said, shifting back a little. “Can I come on you?”
“Please,” Tanner begged.
Leif sat upright, shifting to his knees, already stroking. He watched as Tanner played with his spent cock, his gaze hot and needy.
Fuck, it had been too long. Maybe only five days but it was hard to be apart for even that long now that they’d had a taste of being together.
But they wouldn’t have to be apart for long anymore.
“I love you,” Tanner whispered.
After only a few more strokes, Leif was coming messily onto Tanner’s stomach, shuddering through his release. He was lightheaded when it was over and collapsed on his side, burying his face against Tanner’s neck.
“I love you too,” Leif whispered back.
By the time he pulled away, Tanner was already there with the wipes, cleaning him up and rolling him onto his back.
“Sorry for the short trigger,” Tanner said, settling his head on Leif’s shoulder. “I was super into the docking, I guess.”
Leif wrapped him up tight. Tanner would get restless in a minute but for now, this was perfect.
“There’s always round two,” Leif offered.
Tanner tilted his head back and grinned. “And round three.”
Leif reached out, tracing his finger across Tanner’s cheek. “As many as you want.”
“Doesn’t matter,” Tanner said with a shrug. “As long as they’re with you.”
“You’re not bored with me yet?”
“Never. Hockey and you, Princess. That’s all I need.”