Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
LARSON
After a day of snorkeling, eating, walking the beach, and stopping in the arcade, we’re now lying on Dylan’s roof, staring up at the stars. It’s nearing midnight, and while it’s actually New Year’s Day today, Dylan says there will be fireworks every night at midnight for the week.
Since we missed last night’s, we’ll watch tonight’s. I’m not at all sorry we missed last night’s.
His roof isn’t at a severe angle, though it definitely feels like I could slide off if I move wrong.
Considering we’re lying on blankets naked, hole stretched and prepped but otherwise neglected, and it feels like I slide an inch or so every time I move…
The thought that I could break a leg and end my hockey career isn’t far from my mind.
Dylan is completely relaxed, so I imagine this isn’t his first time on his roof. He also has a camera. It’s strange having technology around. Even though I’ve only been on Kala for a handful of days, I’m already used to the lack of technology.
He’s lying across my body, his hands crossed over my chest, his chin resting on them as he looks at me. I’ve been hard for hours now. Seriously, I ache. It doesn’t help that every now and then he wiggles his sexy body against mine.
“How many guys have you brought up here?” I tease. “You’re awfully comfortable naked on your roof.”
He snorts. “None on my roof, but I do come up to my roof whenever there are fireworks and I want to watch them. It’s the best view.”
I look beyond him at the stars. Even with streetlights and lights from the other island, it feels as if we’re in the desert. So little light pollution. It’s beautiful. I almost wish I knew more about the stars looking down on us.
“This is your first time on Kala?” Dylan asks.
I nod. “I’ve been meaning to visit for a while, but it seems I always have something else I need to be doing, you know?”
“Besides this bit of drama, are you enjoying your visit?”
“This wasn’t drama,” I answer while sliding my hand down his spine to cup his ass. “I know you feel bad, but I promise you, it’s not a huge deal.”
“You don’t feel bad?”
“Oh no. I definitely feel like a shitty person,” I say, chuckling. “But I should. Not you.”
He rolls his eyes. “We were both involved in this.”
I sigh and close my eyes. “Let’s not focus on this. Okay? Yes, maybe we both have a touch of shittiness in us. But Tomy isn’t upset, and that matters.”
He’s not entirely convinced. I can tell by his silence. So, I change the subject instead. “How long have you been on Kala?”
“Four years tomorrow,” he says, and I open my eyes. “I moved here halfway through college and haven’t looked back.”
“That great here, huh?”
“I feel entirely removed from the ugliness of the world. The people who live here are great. I’m surrounded by new people every day.
I get to do what I love. There’s entertainment, a sense of community, and I never have to think about my safety when I walk down the road holding a man’s hand.
I can hang a queer flag out on my front lawn and not have to worry about attracting hate.
” He shrugs. “I can’t think of any place better than this. ”
“Sounds amazing,” I agree.
“What about you? Where do you live?”
“Currently, I’m in Detroit with the Purple Fins. It’s my second team. Home—the place I grew up—is Vermont.”
“Wow. You have to move a lot for hockey.”
“Not a lot. I travel a lot, yes, but I don’t actually move all that often. That being said, my contract is up in eighteen months, so there’s a chance I’ll be traded and have to move.”
Dylan shakes his head. “How do you live in peace without any kind of assurance?”
“I do have assurance. The contract I signed last June was for two years, no trade, for a specific amount of money. That’s all kinds of guarantee.
Generally speaking, my agent gets a heads-up if my team is looking to trade me, so I’m prepared.
And if I’m traded, that means another team wants me; not necessarily that my current team doesn’t.
In a way, this is like chess. Everyone is shifting players, all looking for the best moves.
Hockey players are pawns. We’re shifted around and around until eventually, we’re taken off the ice.
Usually by retirement, but sometimes because of injury. ”
“That still sounds scary. Like you could wake up one day and everything you know has shifted overnight.”
“No different from anywhere else, though. There’s no loyalty in companies anymore. Everyone is disposable.”
Dylan frowns. “Huh. I guess so.”
I squeeze his ass with both hands, gently grinding our cocks together. He grins.
“Family?” he asks.
“Mhm. I have five older sisters.”
Dylan’s eyes widen. “Wow.”
“Yep. Pretty sure my parents continued procreating until they had a boy.”
He grins.
“You?”
“No, not biologically. I have two foster brothers and now a foster sister.”
“Yeah? That’s cool.”
Dylan smiles. “My mom is the best. I’m glad she fosters, especially since I moved away. I think she’s made to be a mother, you know? Some people are. And there are a lot of kids in the world in need of a good mom.”
“That’s really great.”
“Mhm.”
A singular firework lights the sky. Dylan looks up. “Okay, five-minute warning. I have something I want to do.”
“What’s that?”
He climbs off me and arranges my arms so they’re above my head. One hand under my head with the other arm stretched out. He keeps my legs mostly the same way—one bent but dropped to the side and the other stretched out.
“Keep this position,” he says, and then his mouth is on my dick.
I groan as he swallows me, bringing me straight to the back of his mouth. It’s more than a challenge to keep my position as he has me when he works his hot, wet mouth over my dick. My eyes roll as the arousal that’s been simmering all day suddenly, urgently climbs to a boil.
“Dylan,” I whine, hips coming up as he sucks me hard. I can fuck for hours. Literal hours. I’m an expert at riding dick. I have stamina for days and the flexibility of a hockey player to boot.
But a mouth on my cock when they know what they’re doing? Not so much. I might as well be a five-minute man. It’s there. Just there.
Dylan pulls away, and an undignified whimper leaves me. “Pose good for me, Larson,” he coos. “Then I’ll fuck you right here as long as you want.”
I whine as he adjusts my cock, urging it to stand up.
“Mm,” he hums. “Such a perfect dick. Not so big and heavy that it can’t stand up like a flagpole for me. Good sexy man. Hold just like this.”
I watch him, trying my best not to whine, when he moves away and crouches down on his stomach to aim the camera. I hear the click of the shutter and then the sky lights up with fireworks. They progressively get louder, brighter, covering the sky like rain.
My chest heaves as I try to watch the magic of the night. I’m sure there’s magic in fireworks. Especially when they seem to hold the same frequency as my beating heart. Boom. Buboom. Boomboom. Boom.
Dylan’s suddenly there. He may be half my size, but he still manages to have me up and flipped a full one-eighty, so my body is no longer oriented with my feet angled toward the ground. Now my head is and my blood rushes.
He has my knees bent to my shoulders and his cock at my hole, expertly working himself inside me. I feel slightly dizzy with the way my blood runs to my head, heightening the pleasure of his dick stretching me. Invading me. Jabbing my prostate.
My vision is slightly blurred as he pounds into me. There’s nothing to hang onto where I can prevent myself from sliding right off the roof with one harsh thrust. Dylan looks ethereal with the fireworks exploding beyond his head.
“Like this, do you?” Dylan asks. “Like the way I fuck you?”
I nod. “You can fuck me harder if you want,” I manage to get out in a fractured sentence.
“Yeah?” He does exactly as I offer. My entire body shudders and shakes with every hard penetration.
Feels so good. “All night,” I grunt. “Make me cum with the morning light.”
Dylan grins, but then we’re lost in the moment.