Chapter 17
“READY?” CHASE ASKED AS he stood behind Tobias’ towering form.
“I’m ready,” he said, releasing a deep breath. “Give it to me.”
Anything you need.
Chase pulled back his arm and threw the reaction ball against the wall in front of them.
Tobias, who stood a few feet from the wall, anticipated the bounce of the misshapen orb and easily grabbed it out of the air as it bounced toward his feet.
The object itself resembled a clump of balls fused together, making its bounces completely unpredictable.
It was the perfect tool to recondition Tobias’ reflexes.
After catching it, Tobias passed the ball behind him, and Chase took it out of his hand, trying to ignore the shiver running through him every time their fingers grazed.
Chase didn’t give him any more warnings and immediately launched the ball at the wall again. And again. Over and over.
Tobias caught most of the bounces, but some were physically impossible unless he wanted to dive head-first toward the wall. Not usually recommended for goalie training.
After missing a bounce he maybe could have caught, Tobias grunted in frustration.
He ripped off his T-shirt and wiped his face with it.
Chase was mesmerized by the bulging of his biceps, his rippling back muscles shining with sweat, the clenching of his thick ass, the tension in his fingers as he ran them through his damp hair.
Chase wanted nothing more than to bend him over one of the nearby weight benches to show him exactly what he wanted.
Instead, Tobias stomped toward him and thrust out his hand holding the ball.
“Another round,” Tobias rasped as he took up his previous position in front of Chase, facing away from him and waiting to react to the ball.
Chase cleared his throat and resumed the drill. He would have suggested a break by now, but Tobias kept pushing and pushing, like he wouldn’t be happy until he reached perfection.
After another miss, Tobias shouted in frustration.
Chase didn’t say a word. He walked over to the wall where they kept the yoga mats and rolled two of them out on the floor.
“Take off your shoes and get on the mat,” Chase directed.
“Chase, I don’t have time for this. I have to keep work—”
“Take off your shoes and get on the mat,” Chase repeated, this time leveling Tobias with a glare.
Tobias’ mouth slammed shut, and he pulled off his shoes and stood on the mat, huffing the whole time.
Chase couldn’t help the twitch in his dick watching Tobias follow his instructions.
To Chase, there was nothing hotter than a man submitting to him and trusting him with his body.
Sure, the adrenaline of it hit him when he led classes, but it was so different one-on-one with one of the most beautiful men he’d ever met in his life.
Beautiful and dissatisfied, carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.
All Chase wanted to do was help him carry that load, but it would be up to Tobias to let Chase in.
One brick at a time, Chase would scale Tobias’ walls. He was a climber, after all.
“You’re carrying all your tension in your back and neck rather than focusing that energy on the ball. Inhale for four, three, two, one,” Chase instructed, and Tobias followed, his face scrunched with annoyance. “Hold for seven, six, five…”
Chase continued with the breathing exercise before leading Tobias through a simple flow to stretch and release the stress Tobias held onto.
It took everything to stay focused on the movements and not watch Tobias work through them like the Greek god he resembled.
Chase continued talking as they flowed through poses.
“When you played hockey, you were so dialed into the game. Your focus was incredible to watch. You had this bubble of armor around you no one could get past. Now inhale and move into upward dog.”
Why didn’t I make him put on his shirt first?
“Feel the stretch in your back. When I watched you play, I could tell you were in your happy place. In interviews, on the bench, anywhere the camera caught you when you weren’t in net, you seemed lost. Like you were desperate to get back in front of it.
And then once you were there? It’s like everything in you settled.
Like you were at peace. You’re missing that peace now.
You’re fighting against it rather than accepting it.
Like you’re stuck in your head and you need to get out.
Lower your chest to the mat. Now, rise onto your knees and move into puppy dog pose. ”
Tobias remained quiet the entire time Chase led him, and the moment Chase called out the pose, he wished he could call it back, because holy fucking shit, Tobias in puppy dog pose had his restraint hanging on by a thread.
On his knees, Tobias’ pushed his chest to the ground and straightened his arms out in front of him, his hands flat on the mat. His delectable ass high in the air begging for attention.
Chase gulped, and decided he needed to distract himself. Maybe it was a good time to try some inversion poses. He busied himself by standing up and walking over to the accessories shelves to grab two ab mats while he told Tobias to shift out of the seductive pose.
“Move into child’s pose, then when you’re comfortable, sit up and rest your weight on your heels. Have you ever tried inversion poses? Like headstands?”
“Not for yoga. I’ve done handstand pushups against a wall though,” Tobias answered.
“Let’s try them. I think they could benefit you. First, watch me so you know what to do.”
“If you say so.”
Chase turned to the mats to find Tobias patiently waiting on his knees for him to return. He wished he could take a picture, because thinking of Tobias on his knees for Chase would be quality jerkoff material for years to come.
He cleared his throat as he settled onto his mat, calling out instructions as he progressed through the flow. He ended up balanced on his head on the ab mat, his hands flat on the ground to keep his balance, his knees bent above him much like Tobias’ position, only upside down.
After years of yoga, he could hold the position comfortably for up to ten minutes, but he would only let Tobias start with thirty seconds at a time.
He could see Tobias, upside down from his point of view, as he continued instructing.
“From here, I’ll have you move your legs into different positions,” Chase explained as he showed a few examples. “Knees bent, legs straight up, legs scissored, legs spread apart.”
A strained cough from Tobias snapped Chase’s gaze to him. His cheeks were a bright shade of pink, even through his stubble.
Chase noticed the bulge growing in Tobias’ pants, and his mouth watered as he watched Tobias squirm.
“Hey, quick question,” Chase said, his own voice strained. “When you hired me, I don’t think you mentioned the rules regarding employees fraternizing with each other.”
“That’s because there aren’t any,” Tobias said firmly, a nervous smile forming on his face.
“I think I have an addition to your training, something to really help you get out of your head.”
“Yeah?” Tobias’ voice cracked. “I need that.”
For a heartbeat, they stared, as if they were both contemplating all the consequences this could lead to.
He made a quick glance toward Tobias’ bulge and eyed him.
“Gimme that,” Chase said.
“Wh-what?”
“Feed me your cock. Just like this. You’ll feel better.”
Chase clocked the movement of Tobias’ throat as he swallowed and then crawled toward him on his knees.
“Are you sure?”
“Positive. Get over here.”
As Tobias closed the last few inches between them, towering over Chase on his mat, he pulled down the waistband of his shorts, pulling out his dick and spreading his legs far enough so he was at the same height as Chase’s mouth.
Slowly, Tobias teased the head of his hard cock around Chase’s lips, and Chase couldn’t help but sneak out his tongue for a taste of the bitter precome gathered at his slit.
“Ohhh, God,” Tobias groaned, moving forward, his dick entering Chase’s mouth centimeter by damn centimeter.
When his mouth closed firmly around Tobias’ shaft, his tongue rubbing against it, he grunted and lifted one of his hands to Tobias’ hard-as-a-rock ass, giving it a squeeze and urging him forward and back, until he fucked his throat.
Tobias groaned above him, leaving Chase’s blood rushing between his cock and his head, since he was still upside down.
After a couple thrusts, Tobias shouted, his voice echoing in the empty gym, and he yanked on Chase’s leggings, pulling them and his briefs off his body and freeing his cock from its spandex prison.
He was on full display, aside from the fitted tank still mostly in place.
Tobias fixed that by shoving his tank up to his chest. Down to?
It was hard to think while upside down with the dick of his dreams in his mouth.
Chase tried to peer up at Tobias, but Tobias’ cock moving in and out of his own mouth blocked his view.
He imagined Tobias towering above him. With their height difference, they wouldn’t line up like this, but Chase gasped as Tobias’ tongue moved from his heavy sac, across his taint and to his hole, one of Tobias’ hands grabbing his stiff rod while the other held Chase’s ass.
Chase was grateful their size difference allowed Tobias to reach him this way.
He held Chase tightly against his body, allowing Chase to use both of his hands to explore Tobias’ ample backside.
Saliva slid out of Chase’s mouth, running up his face to his hairline while he focused on breathing through his nose.
When Tobias started fucking Chase with his tongue, it sent him careening toward orgasm.
No, no, no, not yet.
Chase wanted this moment to last forever, but as Tobias groaned above him, Chase knew it wouldn’t be long before they were both exploding. Probably for the best, since Chase couldn’t be sure how long he’d been inverted.
His prediction came true quickly, as Tobias pointed Chase’s cock at the ceiling, sucking on his head as his fingers replaced the tongue at Chase’s hole. They shouted out their release within seconds of each other, Tobias’ come filling Chase’s mouth and spilling out the sides.
Once they were spent, Tobias carefully laid Chase down on top of his mat, spinning so he hovered above him and using his discarded shirt to wipe away the mess on Chase’s face. When he finished, Tobias brought their lips together in a passionate kiss, mixing the taste of each other between them.
After one more sweet kiss, Tobias held Chase’s body against his, nothing but warmth between them, and Chase wondered if Tobias would freak out.
They breathed heavily, and Tobias rested his forehead against Chase’s as he waited for Tobias to make the next move.
He was a skittish animal Chase wanted to keep calm.
The worry fell away as Tobias pulled Chase against his lips, their kissing languorous and soft, with nowhere in the world they needed to be except right here.
Tobias chuckled against Chase’s lips, causing him to pull back to find delight on Tobias’ face.
“I think we need to add that to my training,” Tobias said, his hand sliding down Chase’s back until he could reach his ass, squeezing one of his tight cheeks. “I can respect the benefits of it.”
Chase couldn’t help giggling, and he didn’t have the energy to stop. Before long, they were both laughing, their faces still pressed together.
If someone had told the sixteen-year-old version of Chase as he watched an Inferno game he’d one day deep throat the hot goalie while helping him train to get on the ice, Chase would have demanded they take him back to the future with them.
He wouldn’t have wanted to wait another fourteen years for it to happen.