Chapter 23 Lukas
twenty-three
Lukas
Nothing could have torn me away from watching Ben’s performance tonight.
Watching him practice routines in his studio is not the same as watching him improv a routine with the game MCs and dedicate it to me.
Not that he came out and said that, but to acknowledge my role on the team in his act and substitute himself for me?
I didn’t think it was possible to fall more for someone than I already had.
But here I am, grinning like a lovesick fool as I almost sprint to the private room he changes and rests in. With a nod to the security guard, I slip down the twisty halls to a room most people don’t even know exists.
I don’t even knock. Instead, I open the door and slam it shut behind me with more force than needed, but I’m too excited.
Ben’s head snaps up from his chair, and the alarm quickly shifts to joy as he stands to greet me. His suit hangs open, unzipped with the top half hanging at his waist while he hydrates and snacks on his favourite apple slices and cheese strings.
“Lukas. What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be in the dressing room inspiring the team?”
“Probably, but I had to find you first.”
Closing the rest of the space between us, I take his face in my hands. “You were amazing. Talented. Creative. Adorable. Sexy.” I punctuate each word with a kiss to his lips. “I loved it all.”
Ben’s smile pops that single dimple of his and I kiss it too. Fuck, I love this man.
“Yeah? It was maybe a little spiteful and a lot cheesy, but I felt like I needed to be your backup.” His smile fades. “That guy is dirty, and not in the fun way.”
My laugh breaks free before I kiss Ben again. It’s long and deep, and while I’ve never kissed someone because I’m proud of them before, I hope he feels that.
“Thank you,” I whisper when I finally come up for air and rest my forehead on his. “You can be my backup any day, baby.”
Ben’s thumb passes over my scruffy cheek. “We’re a team, Lukas. I might not understand your game that well, but I’ll always,”—he purses his lips, thinking before continuing—“I’ll always be your centre?”
“I think what you’re looking for is you’ll always be my defence partner and bail me out when I falter.”
Ben’s dimple pops again with a smile that’s just for me. “Yeah, okay, yours sounds much better.” He pulls me down to kiss him softly again before stepping back. “Right now, as your partner, I’m sending you back to the dressing room to remind your teammates they have a game to win without you.”
I hate that he’s right, but I should do that.
“I’ll meet you in the lobby after the game?”
“I wouldn’t miss it.”
Before I lose the battle to keep my hands and mouth off him, I exit the room and head back to inspire my teammates before they return to the ice.
I’ve never felt so alive while being benched.
If Ben can make the bad mood disappear when I’m not playing my best I can’t wait to see what the future brings.
My last game riding pine came and went just before the extended Christmas break.
We were fortunate to have the schedule in our favour and not be travelling until December twenty-seventh.
That meant three full days of me and Ben, with no work or practice.
No packing for a road trip or teaching night classes at his studio.
Just Ben in my arms 24/7.
I told him we were spending three days eating, sleeping, and having sex. He laughed and reminded me we had a date with James and Brandon for lunch on the twenty-sixth. Two and a half days with him would have to do.
Turns out there is such a thing as too much sex, and I might have overdone it a little in my quest to fuck Ben against every surface in our apartment.
Although…
“When do we need to leave for lunch?”
Ben answers me from the hallway, where he’s folding all the new underwear I bought him for Christmas.
My favourites are the ones in team colours and the black silky ones with my name in a heart on the ass cheek.
Thank goodness for rush orders from a small lingerie designer in Quebec.
I came across the personalized ones while scrolling social media, and I knew Ben needed a pair.
Yes, it was also a gift for me, but it actually is the gift that keeps on giving. Sorry jelly of the month club, Ben’s ass has you beat as the best gift to find under the tree.
“We should leave by noon. I said 1 P.M. at the hotel restaurant. Why?”
Tossing my phone on the side table, I meet Ben at the laundry machines. Our apartment is space-saving, with two small machines inside a closet. The shelves above the dryer double as extra pantry space, but above the washing machine…well, that’s open for me to use as I see fit.
And Ben fits.
Crowding behind him, Ben raises a flirty eyebrow and wiggles his ass.
“Can I help you? I thought you said, and I quote, ‘I think I sprained my dick and need to rest’ after the last round.”
Chuckling, I wrap my arms around his waist and kiss along his neck. “I said that, but I was clearly mistaken.” I rock my growing erection against him. “Full recovery.”
I love a lot of things about Ben, but one of the best things is how fast he can switch from resting to fucking. The guy never has an off switch. It’s always stuck in the ‘open to suggestions’ position, and I’m the lucky one with this thumb on it.
He arches his back into me and reaches a hand behind my head. “Does this have anything to do with my standing here half-dressed?”
“Half?” My palm slides down his stomach, and I dip a finger under the band of his very simple boxers. “You might as well be naked.”
Cupping his bulge, I press into his back, and he relaxes in my arms like a limp noodle.
He tilts his head back, and I take his lips with a deep kiss.
“I want to fuck you on the washing machine,” I murmur against his lips before pushing his boxers down to sit under his ass cheeks. “Are you up for it?”
I’m a big dude in the dick department, I know that, and Ben seems to like it, but I also know sometimes it can be too much. If he says no, I’ll come back to it later. Not like the washing machine is going anywhere.
“That’s a silly question. If it’s you, I’m always up for it.” He pushes his ass against my cock. “Get lube, though. I’ll need a lot.”
“Don’t move.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
After dropping a kiss on his cheek, I bolt to our bedroom and grab the almost empty lube bottle that’s still sitting on the bed. Fuck, we’ll have to get more when we’re out, but this should do for now.
Returning to the hall, Ben hasn’t moved an inch. He watches me step out of my boxers in the hallway and slick myself with a gaze so hot it should burn my skin.
“Why does this feel like it’s something extra naughty? It’s our place, and you’re naked in the hallway doing laundry. This shouldn’t have me so turned on.”
Ben laughs as I approach. “Domestic fantasy unlocked?”
“Maybe?”
Hell if I know if it’s a latent fantasy or simply Ben.
Ben swallows hard as I gently push on his back until his chest rests on the washing machine. His ass, still exposed with his briefs only partially down his legs, waits. He grips the sides of the washing machine when I rub lube in his crack and releases a shaky breath.
“Holy fuck, Lukas, this is…” I kick his feet apart as far as they can go with his underwear at his thighs and fuck him slowly with my fingers as I lean over his back and whisper in his ear.
“It’s what you do to me, Ben. I can’t help it.” He groans when I step up and replace my fingers with my cockhead and push myself in. My palm rubs his back as I give him time to adjust.
“Don’t get all sweet on me right now.” He laughs and then groans when I snap my hips. “We have a lunch date, so don’t take—”
“Hang on then.”
Skin slaps as the dryer still hums along next to us, and the scent of spring breeze fabric softener mingles with sex. I don’t know why this has me in such a frenzy, but it does. The need to come with Ben is almost visceral. Maybe it’s the fabric softener.
“I need to…spread wider…Lukas.” Ben’s hand pushes on me to stop.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, just let me….” He shucks off his underwear, and he turns to face me with the sly smile that I now know means all the best trouble is coming my way. He hops up onto the edge of the washing machine, leans back on his arms and raises his legs out horizontally in the splits.
“God, I love yoga,” I breathe as I support his ass and move him closer to the edge.
His head falls back when I bury myself in him again. “I apparently love sex on a washing machine,” he quips as he lets his head hang back. His throat is bared, and again, I’m stuck on how easy Ben makes everything. Even sex on a washing machine.
His cock leaks like a damn tap, and neither of us can give it the attention it deserves.
Drinking him in spread out like this, literally, pushes the feral beast in me forward, and I’m pulling him onto me more than I’m pounding into him.
Ben has this blissed-out grin on his face.
I know he’s loving it, and without warning, I’m coming so hard my vision swims.
“Fuck, Ben…” I don’t wait until I’m finished and pull out, emptying the rest of my orgasm on Ben as I try to balance him with one hand and jerk him off with the other.
“Yes…fuck, yes. Just like that,” he moans before he unloads in my fist.
Ben is a mess. He’s covered in cum with his legs still splayed open in the splits. My cum and remnants of lube coat his ass cheeks and thighs. Damn, I didn’t think I had that much left in the tank. Ben smiles a sex-drunk smile and lowers his legs.
“Wrap your legs around me, baby. C’mere.”
“I think you fucked my brains out,” he murmurs as he brings his shaky legs around my waist, and I scoop him into my arms. He wraps his arms around my neck and rests his head on my shoulder as I carry him to the bathroom.
“I hope not. I love your brain just as much as the rest of you. Was that too much?”
I set him on the counter and turn the shower on to warm up, before sliding a hand on his neck.
“Nope.” He smiles. “Unexpected, but not too much. I know you’d never do anything I don’t want, Lukas. But whatever that was…fuck yeah, we can do it again.” He stretches out his back in a cat-like arch and shakes out his arms. “Although a full-size washer might be easier.”
“I bet it’s better if the washing machine is actually running.”
“Probably.”
I drop a kiss on his forehead. “Let’s get cleaned up. If we hurry, we can still be there on time.”
Ben loops his arms around my neck with a soft smile. “I never want to hurry with you. I never thought I’d have something like this with someone. Every minute is precious, so let’s just live like that. One minute, one hour, and one day at a time. No rushing.”
“I like the sound of that.”