Chapter 13 #2
We didn’t really talk much about what happened that night a couple of weeks ago after my shitty game in Edmonton.
He seemed completely okay with this new side of his sexuality, but I think I’ve been waiting for him to have some kind of freak-out, or at least to decide that whatever this thing is that’s happening between us isn’t smart, for all the reasons we’re both well aware of.
It would be fairly simple for Louis to find a random guy and explore his attraction to men that way, but, at least right now, he seems pretty interested in exploring it with me. And I do not have it in me to argue.
I stand from where I was kneeling between his legs, quickly ditching my jeans and underwear, while he, somewhat clumsily, kicks off his own shorts, which were still gathered around his calves.
I pull off my T-shirt too, loving the way his eyes run over me slowly as I stand before him.
When I wrap my hand around my own cock and give it a couple of long, slow stokes, he groans. “Jesus. Get over here.”
“Do you have lube around here somewhere?” I ask, knowing what I want to do to him and how much better it will feel when we’re both slicked up.
“Drawer in the side table.” He points, and I grin.
“Conveniently located.”
“Hey, you never know when you’re gonna need it. Like right now, for example.” He waggles his eyebrows at me again, and I laugh as I snag the bottle and walk back to him.
Instead of kneeling back down between his legs, I swing one knee over his lap and straddle him again, nothing between us this time. I grind my hard cock into his, and the noise he lets out resembles a growl as he lets his head fall back on the couch.
After taking a moment to pour a healthy amount of lube into my palm, I brace myself with one hand beside his head, using the other hand to cover us both with it until our cocks are shiny and slick in the low light, and then I line us up and wrap my hand around us, holding us together as I grind into him.
I move slowly at first, thrusting back and forth against him, loving the way his hot, hard flesh feels against my own.
Louis’s eyes go wide for a brief moment, darkening even more as his mouth opens in shock and pleasure. “Oh fuck. Fuck! Why does that feel so fucking good?” he gasps, his voice shaking, like he’s not sure what to do with this level of pleasure.
He squeezes his eyes shut as I speed up my hand, continuing to thrust against him. And Jesus Christ, he’s right. It feels fucking amazing.
We’re both panting, and I’m working up a sweat as I move, my abs starting to feel the burn from how hard and fast I’m moving against him.
A drop falls off my temple and lands on his chest, and something about the sight of my sweat rolling slowly down his muscles ratchets up my arousal even further, if that’s even possible.
“I’m gonna—” he starts, his eyes blinking open.
“Me too,” I gasp out. “Come for me,” I command, and he does. We come at the same time, both of us groaning as the feelings crash into us. We both unload, coming all over his abdomen together, and it’s unbearably hot to see our release mixed together on his skin.
Both of us still gasping, trying to catch our breath, I collapse forward, being careful not to put pressure on his bad side and resting my forehead on his good shoulder.
Without thinking about it, I run two fingers through the mess we’ve made on his abs, mixing us together before raising my fingers to my lips, tasting both of us.
He lets out another loud groan. “Holy fucking shit, it’s so hot to watch you taste my come. Fuck, Tanner, I feel like I could almost get hard again right now.” His voice is full of wonder, and something about that makes my stomach flip.
I let out a breathless laugh. “Now, that would be impressive. Almost as impressive as your performance in Game 7 against the Thunder,” I tease, referring to the year the Sasquatch won the Cup against New York.
He chuckles. “Well, I am almost thirty-five, so yeah, I’d have to say if I could get hard again right now, that would be nearly as impressive.”
We’re quiet for a few minutes, both of us coming down from our highs. But slowly, reality creeps back in, and I know I need to head home to get ready for our early flight.
I make him stay on the couch while I go to the bathroom and run a washcloth under warm water, then return to him and clean him up, wiping away our mess.
Louis watches me with those dark eyes as I gently take care of him.
I toss the cloth into the hamper I noticed in his bathroom and then gather up my clothes and get dressed.
All the while, we’re quiet, and I’m hoping the freak-out I’ve been expecting hasn’t just hit him.
But he doesn’t appear to be freaking out. He’s watching me calmly, one side of his mouth quirked up in a half smile, and when I slide my feet back into my sneakers, he grins at me as he gets to his feet.
“So I hope it’s okay if I don’t walk you to your car, since getting my clothes back on is kind of an ordeal, and as hot as I am, I’m guessing my neighbors won’t want that kind of show,” he jokes, and I laugh.
“Well, I don’t know your neighbors, but if they really don’t want to see that show, they’re missing out,” I tease, and we both laugh again.
“C’mere” he says, extending his good arm for a hug, so I step into him, and he plants a soft kiss on my lips. “Thank you. That was…. amazing.”
“It was,” I murmur in return. But then I let out a heavy sigh. “I wish you were coming on this road trip. I’m… a little nervous.”
We’ve played three more games since that disastrous night in Edmonton, winning two of them, but in each game, there were goals I let in that I shouldn’t have, and I know I’m capable of playing better. Louis just shakes his head in response though.
“I’ll be on the next one, but you don’t need me to be there.
You’ll do great. Remember what I told the other guys: Dallas’s rink does get loud, so you just need to shut them out.
Call me if you want to talk before the game, but you’ll do fine.
They’re a decent team, but not a great one.
” He looks into my eyes before planting another quick kiss on my lips. “You got this, Rookie.”
I smile. “Okay. Yeah. I got this.”
As I walk to my car, the smile is still on my face.