Chapter 29
August
“Fuck—August—”
August couldn’t believe he was doing this.
“Deeper—”
He shoved Quinn against the cement wall, fingers digging into the dimples on his lower back as he pounded him harder.
“Shit. That angle is perfect. You’re so good—”
August moaned as Quinn rolled his hips, making it damn-near impossible for them to separate long enough so that he could thrust harder.
He had wanted to make this quick, but it was hard to focus on coming when he was inside a tiny maintenance closet, and there was a broom handle jabbing him in the ass like it was trying to get in on the action.
“I’m coming—oh god—”
One of August’s hands flew to Quinn’s mouth, covering it just before he let out a long moan that wasn’t quiet in the slightest. He used the other hand to stroke Quinn through his orgasm, not stopping until his legs went shaky and he finally pushed August away.
They were each left a panting, sweaty and giggling mess while Quinn fought to catch his breath, arms trembling as he leaned against the wall.
August let go of Quinn and pulled out, ignoring the fact that he was still hard as he dealt with the condom. He would throw it away later once they were out of the closet, but first, he focused on straightening his appearance so it didn’t look like he had been fucking someone in a public space.
“That was…” Quinn trailed off, shoulders shaking with more laughter. “Really hot despite you smelling like a guy who just played hockey for three hours, and the size of this closet.”
That was because August had been playing hockey for three hours. The All-Star Game had been fine, and he had tons of fun playing on a team with Jett and Jin, but after the game, August had been looking forward to a fast-food and crash session.
That was until Callahan came into the locker room to greet his teammates and the other guys and told August that Quinn wanted to talk to him.
August, who had only managed to take his jersey, shoulder pads and skates off, rushed out of the room in nothing but his slides, padded pants and a towel around his neck.
He thought Quinn wanted to ask him on another date, but the green-eyed man took one look at him and then grabbed his hand to drag him away. And because August thought something was wrong, he followed Quinn until they found a hall tucked in a secluded section of the arena and shoved him inside.
August had no clue what was happening until Quinn shoved a condom into his hand and started undoing both of their pants, while August tried not to freak out about how easily anyone could stumble onto them.
The closet door pushed inward, so all he had to do was keep his weight pressed against it to stop anyone from coming in, which wasn’t easy when trying to fuck someone like Quinn, while also trying not to get goosed by a broom handle.
“You could at least have waited until I showered,” August muttered, roughly shoving the cleaning equipment away so it would stop sticking to his sweaty body. “At least the smell of bleach is kind of masking it.”
Quinn slid his pants over his toned ass and turned around, grinning as he took the towel to wipe the mess of cum off August’s hand. “Are you still grumpy because you got teased by your friends this morning?”
Yes, August was still grumpy about that, thank you very much.
“They said I looked like I was mauled because of all the bruises you left on me,” said August.
The light in the closet was on, so August had no trouble seeing Quinn’s eyebrow slowly drift upward, or the heat in those bright eyes as they trailed over August’s bare chest.
“I did put those there, didn’t I?” Quinn purred, taking a step forward—making August step back until he hit the scratchy wall. “I like looking at them. Red and purple are definitely your colours.”
Quinn flattened himself against August’s front, his slim fingers drifting over August’s flexing abs and into his pants, where they wrapped around his still-hard cock. He kissed the column of August’s throat while he stroked him, lips pressing into aching bruises.
“So pretty like this,” Quinn said softly, thumbing the slit of August’s cock until he worked a moan from him. “What do you think your boys would say if they saw you all wet and needy for me like this?”
August wasn’t capable of producing thoughts because the hazy feeling he got when Quinn took control had returned, leaving him desperate to please him.
“And why would I want you to shower?” Quinn asked, teeth nipping at August’s pulse point. “When seeing you fresh off the ice after a game looking like a sexy, sweaty warrior is what made me pull you into this closet in the first place?”
The fear of getting caught had vanished now that he was so close to the edge, but he had enough sense to cover his mouth and silence his moans as Quinn’s strokes became faster and more demanding.
“Such a good boy for me, August.” Quinn stood on his toes so he could nibble August’s ear. “Do you think you could come for me?”
Quinn had barely gotten the words out before August went rigid, and then he was spilling into Quinn’s hand and the poor towel that had been dragged into this situation.
August knocked his head against the wall, using the pain for clarity to keep him from doing something embarrassing, like passing the fuck out.
Quinn chuckled as he milked every drop with slow pumps of his hand, kissing and sucking the oversensitive skin on August’s neck—no doubt leaving more bruises for Niko to point out and laugh at later on.
“You good?” Quinn asked after several minutes of silence had passed by.
Grumbling, August dropped his gaze from the ceiling to Quinn’s eyes, catching a brief glimpse of fear before it was swiftly blinked away.
“Very good,” said August.
Quinn nodded and began cleaning their new mess, making August stay still as clothes were straightened and hair was brushed into a presentable manner.
He liked this part that came after sex with Quinn. August had always liked taking care of his partners after a good session, but there was something about Quinn’s insistent need to piece him back together that made him feel strangely tingly all over.
“Alright,” said Quinn, holding the towel in his hand with a grimace.
“This is as good as we’re going to get, so I’m going to leave first and throw this towel out.
That way, if anyone is lurking, I can tell them you’re dealing with a private family issue, and that’s why you’ve commandeered the cleaning supplies. ”
August smiled sleepily at him and side-stepped to let him open the door. He watched with some amusement as Quinn poked his head out to check the hall and then leaned back to give him a thumbs-up.
“Maybe we should avoid doing this again,” said August as he exited the room. He left it open so it would…hopefully air out, and motioned for Quinn to lead the way. “At least at my workplace. If we get caught, we’ll both be in legal trouble, and I’ll probably get traded for disgracing the team.”
There was a large bin on wheels shoved out of the way that was filled with garbage bags, so they paused to get rid of the towel and condom, making sure to bury them deep enough so that no one would have to touch them.
With the evidence disposed of, August allowed himself to relax and enjoy what had been one of his top five most spontaneous moments.
“I suppose we should have checked for security cameras,” said Quinn.
August’s stomach dropped to his feet, but his panic only lasted long enough for him to look down and see Quinn struggling to hold in a laugh.
“Shit, sorry—you should see your face,” said Quinn, elbowing him. “I checked for cameras, August. Why do you think it took me so long to pick a spot?”
They had walked around for an obnoxiously long time, which had annoyed August at first, but now he was grateful for Quinn’s extra caution.
“I didn’t want to wait for us to get back to the hotel because I knew we were going to Jett’s place after, and I didn’t want to fuck in their very nice bathroom,” Quinn continued. “So, this was my compromise.”
August didn’t mind having a hot quickie with Quinn in any closet, but unfortunately, after the All-Star Game, quickies became his life for the next two weeks.
He got to soak up Quinn’s attention for the rest of that weekend while they hung out at Jett’s place, but the moment their plane landed in Vancouver, Quinn became frustratingly distant again.
August would play hockey, deal with new brands wanting to sponsor him, do his workout routine, and in his free time, he would meet Quinn in his hotel room at away games or at his place, and they would have sex.
Quinn hadn’t offered to tie him up, even when August suggested he was interested, because Quinn was always busy or in a rush. But that was the point of August wanting to participate, since he couldn’t get Quinn to stay longer than a fuck session before bolting out the door.
August was…confused. He thought the date in Toronto had gone well, and that Quinn had understood that he was interested in going beyond the boundaries of their agreement.
And thinking back on Quinn’s reactions during the date, he never showed any signs that he wasn’t reciprocating August’s feelings.
Had he read the situation wrong? Was Quinn pushing him away now because he didn’t know how to turn him down?
But that didn’t sound like Quinn. The man had no issues telling August what to do, where to go and then handing him a ticket to get him there. He didn’t think Quinn was saying no, but maybe he was buying time—time to weigh the pros and cons of them entering a real relationship.
Waiting for Quinn to decide was driving him crazy. He never thought he would meet someone who could overthink things more than him, but it seemed like he had met his match in Quinn.
His match in everything, really.
And that was why, even though he knew it was a bad idea, and he shouldn’t keep pushing, August tackled Quinn in a hug before he could leave the room after their Friday morning tryst.