22. Winning at Life
22
WINNING AT LIFE
Gabriel
It feels so good to kiss Magnus! He tastes like popcorn and home, as the gentle caress of our lips turns swiftly into a deep French kiss.
I can't believe I have him back! All my dreams have unexpectedly come true.
Magnus moans into my mouth, and my cock was rigid the moment his arms wrapped around me. There's already a wet spot in my underwear. This man turns me on so much! Yet neither of us takes it further. It's too good simply standing here kissing in each other’s arms. I’ve missed his lips so much! I’ve missed this man so much!
Magnus is set on proving me wrong when he pushes me in the direction of the bed. As soon as my calves hit the bed frame, he gives me another push. I grin and flop backwards. This feels like a replay of that first evening on our trip when we couldn't keep our hands off each other.
"Tit for tat," Magnus cheekily suggests and grins at me. He’s clearly on the same page.
But I shake my head. "I want you to fuck me."
Magnus stares at me speechless. He probably wasn’t expecting that. I fidget under his piercing gaze and a blush rises to my cheeks. Was it a mistake to ask that? We’ve never discussed anal sex, except that one time ...
"Ever since that time in dance class when you threatened to bend me over the grand piano and fuck me, I can't get it out of my head," I confess sheepishly. But before I even get the last words out a groan squeezes out of me as Magnus lands on me and kisses me with an all-consuming passion. It’s a wild kiss with tongue, teeth, and breathlessness.
"Are you sure?" Magnus asks eventually when we come up for air.
I nod, even though I'm pretty sure my face is so scarlet my beard hasn’t got a hope of hiding it. But it’s the simple truth. I've buried the fantasy for the past few months, but now I really want to!
"Then let’s do it soon," Magnus promises, kissing along my neck.
This whole conversation is hideously embarrassing and I'm more than a little nervous, but I'm also truly disappointed to hear those words.
"Why not now?" I ask before I can stop myself.
Magnus laughs briefly before explaining, "Don't tempt me, handsome! I'd love to fuck you right here and now." He lifts his head a little, and I see the fire in his eyes. "The thought of having you bent over in front of me has been burned into my mind’s eye ever since I first saw your ass." He kisses my nose before continuing, "But we'd need lube and condoms. And it may surprise you, but I don't carry those things around with me all the time."
" You might not ..."
Magnus
Damn!
Did I just hear right?
My gaze finds Gabriel's. Even the tips of his ears are bright red now. It is obvious that this is awkward for him, but he returns my gaze with a level one of his own.
"In my toiletry bag," he adds quietly.
"Fuck!"
I jump up and rush into the bathroom. On the marble-topped vanity is a black toiletry bag with the hockey brand Bauer’s logo in white on the side. My fingers tremble with excitement as I open the first of the two white zippers. All I find inside is a toothbrush, toothpaste and a moisturizer. Gabriel seems to take care of his skin better than I would have suspected.
Grinning, I open the other zipper, and a strip of condoms and a travel-sized bottle of lube spill out. I grab both and rush back to the bedroom.
A surprise awaits me — the best kind of surprise — a sexy one. The short time I was in the bathroom, Gabriel has stripped and is lying completely naked on the double bed. One hand twists one of his steeply erect nipples, and the other fondles his balls. I watch as the fingers of the same hand dip down slightly into the tempting area below. His legs are slightly spread and his cock is erect, so I guess he’s in the mood.
Fuck!
I know I’m repeating myself, but what else is there to say at that kind of sight?
When Gabriel sees the condoms and lube in my hand, he swallows hard. But it’s followed by a whimper of anticipation. He wants this, but he's nervous. I understand.
My first boyfriend and I were together for almost a year before we decided to have anal sex. It was the first time for both of us. We’d flipped a coin to see who topped because we both wanted to. I lost. Mike put in a lot of effort into making it a positive experience, but man, I was nervous.
I throw the lube and condoms onto the bed, and I start to undress. Gabriel watches my every move. Expectantly. Tensely. His eyes take on that special sparkle when he sees my turquoise, shimmery, tight-fitting boxers — he is so cute! How can such a big, muscular, heavily tattooed guy be so cute? It's an oxymoron, but the word just fits.
As my last item of clothing falls to the floor, I crawl over to my man on the bed. I take care that our naked bodies don’t touch. Not yet!
When I get level with his face, I bend down and give him a gentle kiss on the lips. Gabriel wants more. He stretches his head up, trying to capture more of my mouth, but I have other plans.
I bring my mouth next to his ear and whisper, "You can always say stop if it gets too much for you. We can try again whenever you’re ready."
A choked sob comes from Gabriel's throat. Did I say something wrong? I just wanted to reassure him that there’s no pressure from my side for him to go through with this today. That it’s a non-issue if it all gets too much. But Gabriel doesn't let me pull back. His arms wrap around my slender body, and he forces me down onto him, squeezing me so tightly I feel like I’m being crushed.
"I can't believe you're mine," he breathes in a raspy voice.
So that's what it is?
A sense of pure bliss flows through my entire body.
Gabriel is absolutely right! I mean, we haven't talked about the future yet. It went straight from, "I've fallen in love with you," to kissing, and that was it. But I think we both want the same thing. We want to be together, in every way possible. And this way is just one of them.
I hug Gabriel tightly and enjoy the feeling and the knowledge that this is the beginning of something very special.
Gabriel
For the second time this evening, I’m close to tears. The first time they were from sadness and hurt, now they are tears of joy.
Magnus wants me! And not just right now, but forever. He may not have said that out loud yet, but from the way he kissed me and the way he looked at me, there's no doubt in my mind.
A memory from a little over a year ago passes through my mind. One of our right wingers got married, and I will never forget the sparkle in his eyes as he repeated that it was the best day of his life. It’s become a post-match catchphrase ever since.
After each victory, one of us singletons would ask one of our married teammates if today was the best day of their lives. They’d always shake their heads. I thought they were absolute idiots — what could possibly be better than winning an ice hockey game!
Now, with Magnus’ wonderful body on top of mine, his refreshing scent surrounding me, and knowing deep inside that he belongs to me, I can’t help thinking my teammates might be right. Winning an ice hockey game is an incredible rush. The endorphins are incomparable. But this thing I have with Magnus — it’s like winning at life.
I loosen my embrace a bit and when he lifts his eyes to find mine, I see my own feelings reflected in them. We’ve both won this game. The kiss that follows is gentle. Tender. A promise. A promise for a future together. I can hardly wait.
This connection between us is special, but I’m finding it harder and harder to ignore the fact that a naked Magnus is lying on top of me. A naked Magnus, whose gorgeous cock is rubbing against mine each time he moves. And I have other plans for it.
I’m not the only one who feels that way if the sounds coming out of Magnus' mouth are anything to go by. The blissful sighs have turned into demanding moans.
"Please fuck me!" I repeat my request, but I barely get it out because Magnus is unwilling to let me up for air. Then I hear his hand groping blindly on the bed so he’s probably looking for the lube. Good idea!
My hand closes around the tube at the same time as Magnus', and working together, we manage to open it without having to move or interrupt our kiss. Teamwork can be unexpectedly sexy.
Suddenly, Magnus takes his lips from mine. I want to protest, but the kisses that he starts spreading over my neck make me forget everything else. My fingers claw into the linen coverlet beneath me as Magnus closes his lips around my left nipple. My body starts trembling, which only increases when I realize my legs are tilted to the side and Magnus' slick fingers are slipping into my cleft.
For a brief moment, I freeze. It’s the first time in my life that I’ve been touched in this most intimate of places.