Chapter 24 #2
“I’m not a virgin,” Rowan said. He hadn’t thought of himself as a virgin since the first handjobs he and Theo had exchanged on a roadie in Niagara.
“Okay, how much dick have you taken before, then?”
Rowan looked up at him and blinked.
“You’re an ass virgin. We’re not just jumping into that.”
“If I had any hope left for dignity—”
“Sex isn’t dignified. It’s weird and silly and gross and embarrassing.”
“You’re really selling it.”
“And it feels so fucking good .”
Well, that was slightly more persuasive.
Theo tipped Rowan’s face up with a knuckle and gave him a soft kiss. “Let me tell you what—let’s worry about the first round, and if we eliminate the Sailors, I’ll give you some dick.”
Rowan shivered. Theo was so confident and a little domineering. The idea of Theo deciding what Rowan could have was kind of hot. “What if we don’t win?”
“Then I guess you’ll stay an ass virgin for the rest of your life.” Theo’s hands found his ass and squeezed, pulling their hips together. Theo was still hard. All of Rowan’s worrying and strategizing hadn’t put Theo’s dick to sleep.
“Alright, well then, I guess we’re going to have to win.”
“No other option,” Theo agreed. “I will, however, suck your dick tonight.”
“Yes,” Rowan said immediately.
“Alright, baby, get that dick out.”
“Is that your dirty talk?”
“There will be no confusion when I’m talking dirty,” Theo said, unbuttoning Rowan’s pants for him before moving on to his own shirt and pants.
It was hard to get his brain to do anything when Theo’s abs were sitting there on a platter like this.
He could see Theo’s ego growing the longer he looked, but he didn’t care.
Theo was fucking sexy. He should know how into him Rowan was, not just because of their history, their connection, whatever undying love Rowan distantly remembered them confessing the night before, but also because he was fucking hot.
“On the bed, babe,” Theo said, and Rowan snapped out of his ab-induced stupor.
He pushed his pants and underwear down and stepped out of them, eyes still unable to look anywhere other than Theo.
He got on the bed when Theo raised an eyebrow at him, pushing Theo’s comforter out of the way so he could lie directly on Theo’s sheets.
His bed smelled like him, that signature soft woodsy smell that was the deepest scent memory Rowan had that wasn’t rank hockey sweat.
He knew the door was locked. He knew they were alone.
Theo climbed onto the bed after him, crawling over to him and covering Rowan’s body with his own as he leaned in to kiss him.
This is what Rowan wanted. He wanted to be pressed flat under Theo, his lungs working extra hard to breathe as they kissed, Theo’s body heavy against his own.
He could feel himself getting a little dizzy, and it intoxicated him.
Theo pulled back to look at him, pushing himself up onto his forearms and letting Rowan finally take a nice, deep breath. His eyes slid closed, and Theo surprised him with another kiss. They were both hard, pressing against each other, but not doing anything about their erections yet.
“I’m happy you picked San Jose, you know that?”
“Yeah?” Rowan asked, feeling a little smile he couldn’t control creep over his face. He’d spent most of the season feeling like he was ruining Theo’s life by being here.
“The first two years I was here were great, and I thought it was about as good as it was going to be for me in the NHL. Way better than when I was playing in Ottawa. Infinities better than Carolina.”
“Fuck Carolina. I was so upset with how they treated you.”
“You paid attention?”
“Theo, I’ve followed your career more closely than I’ve followed my own.”
He got a blush out of Theo for that. “Thanks, babe. I thought playing on this team with these boys, and doing pretty well all things considered, was all I could hope for. And I obviously wasn’t super stoked when you showed up in September.
I spent a lot of those years trying to build my own career that wasn’t defined by you. ”
“I’m sorry,” Rowan apologized again. Theo kissed him.
“You don’t need to apologize anymore, alright? You coming here made this the best season I’ve ever played. Even when I didn’t even want to look at you, you still made me better on the ice.”
“You made me better.”
“We make each other better. We’ve always known that.”
“Yeah,” Rowan said. If he could turn back time, he would put pressure on the Victory’s GM to try to get Theo for them at any point in the last eight years. But he couldn’t do that. Chasing after Theo to San Jose was the best he could do. He knew Theo needed to find success on his own first.
“Getting to be with you again, as friends, as more than friends,” he said, reaching between them to take Rowan in his hand and give him a couple strokes, “this is heaven.”
“Tell me about it,” Rowan said, as he tried to push into the tight warmth of Theo’s hand.
He stopped too soon, leaving one more kiss on Rowan’s lips before Theo started trailing kisses down his chest. Rowan had never grown chest hair like Theo had.
He couldn’t grow a good beard, which everyone would find out over the course of playoffs.
If they lasted long enough for him to grow anything on his face.
Theo nipped at the hair he did have, trailing down his belly button to his dick.
Rowan had trimmed up a bit, but he didn’t like the feeling of being bare down there.
When Theo made his way down to his dick, he nuzzled against it, the softness of his beard a nice tease against the sensitive skin of Rowan’s cock, as Theo took an unsubtle inhale, his face pressed into Rowan’s pubic hair.
Rowan took a shaky breath as Theo eased his legs further apart. His gray eyes were dark with lust. It had been years since anyone had looked at him like that. After jerking off to porn for so long, he’d forgotten how profound being with a real person was. Being with his person.
Theo licked a stripe up the underside of his dick, and Rowan gasped, so quietly it was almost inaudible even to him.
Theo’s lips closed around the head of his dick, and his eyes flicked up to Rowan, eyebrows a question.
Rowan just nodded. Keep going . Theo sucked and swirled his tongue around the head.
His mouth was so warm, and even though he was barely inside of Theo’s mouth, it already felt crazy.
Theo kept up his eye contact as he bobbed lower, his tongue flicking against the underside of his dick, making him squirm.
It felt so good, and he didn’t know what to do with his body.
Theo found one of his hands and gave it a squeeze.
It was grounding, and as Theo sank low enough on him that the head of his dick nudged against the back of Theo’s throat, he let out a strangled breath.
Theo pulled off of him, taking a deep breath of his own. “I am a little out of practice, damn,” he laughed. He did not seem out of practice at all to Rowan. “You can make noise, you know.”
“Yeah, I know, I just. I dunno.”
Theo pressed kisses to his inner thighs, and used a hand to keep Rowan nice and worked up as Theo looked up at him.
“Alright, baby. No pressure. Whatever makes you feel good, alright? I’m the only one here to hear you, and I promise any sound you could possibly make would be absolutely and unbearably sexy. ”
“Okay,” Rowan said. He was a little stressed.
He knew Theo only wanted him to have the best possible time and feel more comfortable, but it made him feel like he was doing this wrong.
His joke from earlier was coming true. He was just uncomfortable enough to make him last longer than he had the night before in the hotel room.
He didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
“Hey,” Theo said, noticing the change in Rowan’s face. He stretched up to give Rowan another kiss, then left kisses down his cheek to his neck, nuzzling at him. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”
“I think I’m just an uncomfortable person,” Rowan said. “When I was a teenager, I was horny enough to not think about it, but now I’ve been in my brain alone for so long I’m overthinking everything.”
“That’s okay. We’ll work up to it. How about,” Theo said, reaching over to his nightstand and pulling a bottle of lube out of it.
He set the pump bottle on his nightstand, dispensed some into his hand, and reached between them to coat them both, then took their erections into his hand, stroking them together.
His face stayed with Rowan’s, kissing him, and letting Rowan sigh into his mouth.
The blowjob had been good, but weirdly, Theo had seemed so far away from him.
“Feeling alright, baby?”
“This is really good,” Rowan told him, relaxing into the feeling of Theo above him, Theo’s mouth against his, Theo’s big hand stroking them together. Rowan let out a little moan against Theo’s mouth.
“That’s right,” he said, his hand speeding up on them. Theo’s own moan was louder, deeper, a borderline growl that made Rowan hot all over. Rowan gripped Theo’s shoulders, and his hips started thrusting into Theo’s grip, his orgasm closing in on him. “Yeah, fuck my hand, baby.”
“Don’t stop,” Rowan begged, close enough that if Theo started doing anything differently, he’d fuck up his orgasm.
Theo kept up his pace, and when Rowan started to come, Theo’s fist closed over Rowan alone, jerking him right near the head as he came, trembling with it, his orgasm stronger from the time it had taken him to get there.
Theo kept jerking him through it until he winced, and Theo let go, focusing his attention back on his own erection.
“You look so beautiful covered in come like that,” Theo said, before his orgasm hit, adding to the mess on Rowan’s stomach.
His eyes drifted closed as his hand slowed down, his teeth sinking into his lower lip as he milked the last drops of come from his dick, letting them drip into the shared pool of their come on Rowan’s stomach.
When he opened his eyes again, he gave Rowan the most adoring look he could imagine ever being aimed at him.
He knew that there were people online who had crushes on him, and brought posters to games asking him to marry them, but he was convinced none of them would want that. No one would want him . But Theo did.
Theo kissed his cheek and eased his body down on top of Rowan again.
The come on his stomach was gross, and if he was alone, it would be gone already.
But he’d deal with it if it meant getting to be smushed under Theo again.
Theo rested his head on Rowan’s collarbone, and Rowan wrapped his arms around him, combing through his hair.
Theo’s hair was so thick. Rowan’s was thin enough that even the most expensive haircuts he’d ever gotten ended up looking choppy and weird if they weren’t styled perfectly.
He kissed Theo’s forehead.
“I spent most of the year thinking I had made a mistake coming here. That I made a mistake taking Vic up on his offer to stay here with you two. That I…I don’t know.
I can look at how I’m performing on the ice and understand it’s good, but also spend all of my waking time assuming that I’m doing everything else wrong.
That if someone else was in my shoes, they would be making all of the right choices. ”
“Ro—”
“I’m currently being squashed by a superhot burly man, and we’re going to the playoffs, and San Jose is kind of fucking great?”
“You’re not making the wrong decisions,” Theo reassured him. He nipped at Rowan’s jaw. Rowan knew better than to speak out loud his greatest fantasy—to win the Cup with Theo. But even fantasizing about it made him feel warm and strangely calm. And this year, he was pretty sure they had a real shot.