Chapter 27
CHAPTER
TWENTY-SEVEN
Axel
I should have done this ten years ago. Enzo’s mouth melts against mine, and I hear a surprised gasp, but then his tongue moves against mine. He tightens his grip around my neck, and I am surrounded by him. His hard chest is flat against mine, and his cock presses against mine.
Well, that’s a new addition to kissing. I lower my hands to his ass, pulling him against me. My own cock reaches for it.
Oh, God.
You never really know what someone is like to kiss.
But this is good. This is excellent.
Enzo is in my arms, and he always should have been. He pants and moans against me.
I thought I would never see him again, not really. I thought I would only see him glare and be mean and that the man I remembered was gone.
But he’s right here in my arms, and I am so, so happy.
I tighten my grip around him. Enzo defended me in front of cameras and reporters and the whole hockey world. He doesn’t like to draw attention to himself, at least for non strictly hockey related things, and he could have let me muddle through the answer on my own.
I shouldn’t have said what I did when he started, certainly not on camera. Coach was right to scold me for being unprofessional.
And yet Enzo defended me all the same.
I kiss him hard.
Enzo is not a hookup I meet in a sports bar and start making out with because the music is too loud to talk and I don’t feel like dancing.
Enzo is my best friend, the person on this earth who knows me the most, who shares my tastes, with whom I also share a child. Enzo is fire and earth. Enzo is life.
Why didn’t we kiss before? He slept in my bed. I know what his cock feels like in my hand and in my mouth.
But there was a part of me that was uncertain. That wanted him to be happy, wanted desperately for him to be content, but was still wary, that wanted to protect myself.
But he defended me to the reporters. Enzo, who hates speaking to the press, defended me.
I pull myself away from his face. “Bed.”
“Bed.” He nods eagerly. His cheeks are a pretty red they aren’t normally, and his eyes have a dazed look that’s adorable. His hair is tousled from where my hands touched it, and my stubble has scratched his chin.
We dash toward the bed, and I tear off my suit jacket, then tear off my tie. Enzo does the same.
There are buttons, too many buttons, way too many buttons, and I pull Enzo to me and kiss him instead. I try to undress him, and he does the same. His fingers are on my chest. They tremble, or maybe I’m trembling.
My veins burn for him. My cock is iron. My skin pulses beneath his touch. My chest is so full I can barely breathe.
“I need you,” I say.
He looks at me in surprise. But he is my everything. He’s always been.
He stands up, then yanks me to him. He gets to work on unbuckling my belt, unzipping my zipper, and freeing my cock from its constraints.
Pre-cum wets the tip of my cock, and Enzo gazes at it in a hungry, longing manner. He pushes me on the bed, yanks off my shoes and socks and trousers, then captures my cock in his mouth.
It goes all the way in.
He sucks it with finesse.
“Enz,” I say.
He keeps on sucking. I lie on my back, sinking into the soft mattress, Enzo’s hot, soft mouth on me. I move my hands to his head.
His face is all delicate angles. His long dark lashes flick downwards, and his brow is furrowed in concentration. His full lips slide over my cock over and over and over.
His tongue slides and sweeps over me, and the temperature in the room soars.
I buck into his mouth, into his suction, into his heat.
I’m going to shatter at any moment. Instead, I stroke his cheek, and when he darts his gaze at me, his look filled with such intensity that my heart stops, I wonder how I could ever think that he didn’t care. I pull him gently back into my arms.
I trail kisses over his beautiful face, over the arch of each cheekbone, over his pillowy lips, then I suck on the delicate skin of his neck.
I capture his earlobes in my mouth and suck, so he writhes beneath me, ushering out a symphony of moans and intakes of breaths that make my cock twitch and jerk.
I run my tongue over his ear, twirling it over his grooves.
Then I move lower.
I’ve done this before, but this time is different. This time I’m not just helping him sleep.
I take him in my mouth, and he gasps my name.
He’s hot and heavy on my tongue, and I take him deeper than I did the first time. I know what I’m doing now. I hollow my cheeks, swirl my tongue, and his hands fly to my hair, gripping but not pushing.
“Axel—” His voice is wrecked. “I’m going to—”
I pull off before he can finish. He whines at the loss, and I grin.
“Together,” I say, climbing back up his body.
He grabs my hips and pulls me over him, so I grind him into the mattress. He grabs my ass, then briefly stills.
I should think it’s weird. There’s a whole category of things he could do with me that should feel strange. None of it does.
I want us to be as close as we can be. I want his hands over me, and maybe, one day, more than his hands.
I place his hands back where they were, and he chuckles softly and continues.
My mouth finds his again, and he sucks on my tongue. The action goes straight to my cock. I move against his shaft.
“Why are you still wearing trousers?” I ask.
“I was in a hurry.”
I remove them, then climb back over his body, taking in his muscular chest.
His expression turns nervous, and I wish he hadn’t heard me expound upon the assets of various women.
Maybe if I hadn’t told him absolutely everything that ever entered my head, he would have told me more. Maybe I wanted to push him, wanted him to say that yes, so-so is hot or actually—I’m gay.
But he used to listen to me quietly instead, offering advice for any issue or concern.
My throat closes. I blink hard.
He raises his torso immediately and scrambles into a seating position.
“Is it too strange?” he asks. “We don’t—we don’t have to do anything. We’ll still be friends. I promise.”
“I wish we hadn’t wasted so much time.”
The worry on his face eases, and his expression is gentle.
“We’re not that old, Axel.” His eyes widen, because he’s just insinuated that we might have decades together, and yeah, that’s probably not normally what you say within fifteen minutes of kissing someone for the first time, even if the kiss is really, really good.
But hell, it’s Enz, so I let myself smile, and he grins back at me, his dark eyes shimmering with wonder.
And when I collapse onto him again, we kiss for what might be hours, grinding our cocks together, until the pressure builds and builds and we shatter at the same moment.
Enzo doesn’t return to his room. He falls asleep against my chest, his breath warm on my skin, and I lie awake a little longer just to feel it.