Chapter 18
EIGHTEEN
Connor
Like everyone predicted, it’s looking like the final matchup will be against us and Canada.
They won their semifinals game tonight and we’ve skated through our last two games with ease.
As long as we beat Sweden tomorrow night, which there is no reason to believe we won’t, we’ll finally play Canada to close out the games in two days.
And then it’s over. We go home and I’m dreading it.
“I can feel you fretting,” Gavin sleepily mumbles into the back of my neck. He’s naked, spent, and curled around me, holding me close. I never want to leave this shitty, lumpy, pushed-together bed. “Are you worried about the game?”
“No,” I say. I’m worried about what comes after.
I’m worried about what happens when we leave this place.
I’m worried about what happens when Gavin and I have to go back to being rivals instead of the powerhouse duo we’ve become over these last few weeks, both on the ice and in the bedroom.
I’m worried about how I’ll adjust to no longer having him by my side and curled around me while we sleep.
Which for the first time in my life, I’m able to do soundly, lulled into a deep slumber by his nightly presence.
He rolls me onto my back, then turns my face to look at him.
His eyes are soft and sleepy, but they carry the same melancholy I’m harboring in our post-incredible-sex haze.
He drags his hand down my chest and across my stomach, then settles it on my hip, curling his large fingers around the outside of it.
“You’re fretting about something,” he says.
It hurts too much to look at him right now, so I take my gaze to the ceiling and throw my left arm casually over my head. I close my eyes and enjoy the way his hand feels on my hip. Possessive, yet also incredibly tender.
“Do you think it’s too much to ask the equipment managers to pack this bed up for us?” he asks. I can hear the mischievous grin in his voice.
It pulls my lips up at the corners. “Where would we put it?”
He kisses my shoulder. “My place, obviously. It’s a step up from my mattress on the floor.”
I open one eye and look at him. “Please tell me you’re joking?”
His grin grows. “About which part? Me taking this bed home or it replacing the mattress on my floor?”
“Both, actually.” I laugh.
His smile fades slightly. “Neither,” he says. “This would be a decorative improvement for me.”
“Dorm room chic. I like it.”
“No, you don’t.” He laughs. “I bet your place is completely decked out.”
Now it’s my turn for my smile to fade. “It is,” I admit.
“But I don’t love it or feel at home there.
None of it was picked out by me. My mother had her decorator do it all and I just sort of went along.
Too busy with hockey and keeping my father happy to focus on filling my place up with furniture.
Hell, I barely picked the unit. I was rushed into purchasing a place in that building by my father as an investment. ”
Gavin lifts his head and looks at me. There’s a slight quirk up to his lip. “Please tell me you don’t live in the same building with him.”
My cheeks burn red.
“I knew it,” he says, pressing his finger into my cheek. He lays his head on the pillow and slides his hand back down my body to curl his fingers around my hip again. “We gotta move you. If only so we can have some privacy whenever the Blizzards play the Broad Wings.”
I sigh. “I can always sneak into your hotel.”
“Is that what you want me to do when you play in Buffalo?”
“And miss my opportunity to sleep on your floor?”
“Asshole,” he says, laughing and nuzzling my neck.
When he lifts his head, I wink at him.
“But seriously.” He uses his hand on my hip to turn me onto my side to face him. “What are we going to do?”
“I don’t know. But you promised me we’d try.”
Looking resigned, he nods his head, then kisses me long and slow.
His hand slides up my back and settles at the nape of my neck.
His fingers thread into my hair and he holds me steady as he deepens his kiss.
I feel him grow between us. His cock has gotten thick and heavy again, readying itself for round two.
I reach my hand between us and give it a few slow tugs. “Someone’s awake again.”
“Someone wants to get inside you as much as possible before he has to wait weeks in between.”
“That’s fair.” I keep stroking him. My own cock is starting to rise, eager for a second release. “I guess one bonus is whenever we see each other it’ll be like the first time again.”
He frowns against my lips.
“What’s wrong with that?” I laugh lightly. “I thought you’d be excited. Isn’t that what all you tops want? A tight hole.”
“One.” His fingers trail around my hip and over the round of my ass.
He presses one of his fingers gently against my asshole.
“You’re always tight.” He eases it in, my body still relaxed from our last round of sex.
“And two.” He slides in a second one. “I like it best with you when I don’t have to worry about hurting you. ”
“Babe.” I lift an eyebrow at him. “Have you seen this thing between your legs?” I grip his dick tighter for emphasis.
His brow furrows.
“Don’t worry. I like it. I like the way you feel.” I bend my knee and slide it up the outside of his leg. The coarse hair of our legs rubs together as I bring my leg to hook over his hip.
He pulls me closer, bringing our cocks together. I loosely grip them both in my hand.
“I don’t like hurting you,” he says again.
I slide my hand up and down our lengths, keeping my grip loose so it can glide back and forth more easily.
“You don’t,” I assure him. “Not in a way that doesn’t feel good.
I’d tell you if it was too much. And besides…
” I take a moment to kiss him. “I’m a hockey player.
You know I’m not fragile. I can handle you.
” I slowly stroke us some more. “I want to handle you.”
He bucks his hips up into my grip as he kisses me again, then rolls me onto my back. I wrap both legs around him and we grind together in a slow rhythm.
“I want you,” I whisper into his ear. “Don’t hold back. Give me everything you’ve got.”
He grunts into my neck, then licks my skin. With his hand, he reaches for the lube on the bedside table and pops it open. He kisses me one more time, then lifts off of me so he can coat his dick in a generous helping of the lube. Once he’s slicked up to his liking, he guides himself back into me.
His hips still and I can feel his full length and thick girth.
When we’re like this, it’s the most complete I ever feel.
I never knew there was something missing until I felt the way that Gavin fills me up and makes me whole.
I’m dreading being away from this. I’m not sure I’ll know how to breathe without his daily reminder that I’m his.
That it’s me he wants to be inside of. That it’s me he wants to fill with his cum.
“Give it to me,” I say again. “Give me everything you have.”
He starts thrusting slowly, taking his time, letting the head of his dick drag back and forth over my prostate. My toes are already curling. My hole is clenching and unclenching around his erection on its own, letting him pull out and drawing him back in.
His lips are attached to mine. He kisses me like he fucks. Long, deep, and slow, taking his time. Dragging it out. Drawing pleasure from both of us.
“You feel so good,” I tell him, breaking the kiss. “Don’t hold back.”
He rises onto his haunches and grabs the backs of my thighs.
His thick fingers dig into my flesh as he pushes my legs up and back, exposing me better.
The new angle is a dream, applying even more pressure to my prostate.
I grab my cock and start stroking in time with his thrusts.
He watches my hand work and picks up the pace.
“Show me,” he says and starts pounding into me, fast and strong. “Show me how much you like this. I want to see you come.”
“Keep fucking me like that,” I say, struggling to speak as I withstand his might. “I’m close. So close.”
“Come for me, Connor.” His rhythm starts to become erratic. He’s chasing his own release, but I know he likes me to come first.
I speed up my hand, rubbing my thumb over the head of my dick and collecting beads of pre-cum with each pass.
The pressure begins to build, and my balls draw up and tighten.
I feel my rim clench tight around him, squeezing him as I explode.
My cum waterier now as it’s the second time, splashes across my chest in quick spurts.
“Fuck,” he grunts and pounds harder.
“Come in me, Gavin,” I encourage. “Come in me deep so it stays inside.”
He stares right at me, and his jaw goes slack, letting out a series of deep moans as he empties himself inside me again.
Gavin
Sweden put up a fight tonight, but in the end, we beat them three to two.
With this win, and the last game now upon the Olympics in twenty-four hours, the press have finally started to focus less on my sex life and more on the matchup between the two biggest hockey countries in the world.
Like they should have been doing all along.
The only person who seems to still hold focus on me is Connor Sr. Well, him and my own dad, who seems to think he’s here as my personal security, even though I don’t need him.
But I guess some things never change. Since the moment he found me alone in that apartment with my mother lying dead, he’s done everything he can to make up for it.
His nonexistent debt to me was paid a long time ago, but he’ll never believe that.
He’ll always hold onto that guilt, no matter how many times I tell him it’s unnecessary.
I’m not complaining. I love having him here and I enjoy the familiar comfort of having him in my corner.
I also love that he gets to watch me play on this world stage.
I wish I could talk him into moving to Buffalo so he could watch me play in person more often, but I also know he’ll never leave Alaska.
It’s his home. It’s in his blood. Truthfully, I feel the same.
It’s why I’m drawn to it every summer. Or at least I usually am.
But this year, I don’t know. For the first time I’m going to have to choose between who I love and where I love. Unless I can combine the two.
“What are your plans for this summer?” I ask Connor.
We’re sitting at a little hole-in-the-wall sandwich shop on the opposite side of Milan from the Olympic Village and the subsequent spotlight with my dad.
Tomorrow is going to be a whirlwind of a day and the three of us want to take some time to enjoy each other’s company before life spins out of control and we’re thrown instantly back into the real world as the Olympics come to a close at the end of our game.
“Hopefully spending it with you,” Connor says, then immediately starts biting his lip like that’s not what I want for us as well.
“So you’re going to come with Gavin to Alaska,” my dad says, drinking his coffee. He states it like it’s a matter of fact.
I raise an eyebrow at Connor, hoping he’ll agree without much convincing. “We could hide out up there,” I say. “Disappear into my cabin.”
“You have a cabin?” he asks.
“I do,” I say, taking a bite of my sandwich, which is loaded with Italian meats and cheeses on soft crusty bread. With my food still in my hand, I point at my father. “It’s technically his, but he refuses to move into it.”
“I told you,” Dad says. “Don’t waste your money on me.”
“Buying you a small house isn’t wasting my money,” I point out. “You leaving it empty, however, is a waste.”
“Bullshit.” He huffs then takes a bite of his meatball sub.
“Tell me about this house,” Connor says. He’s picking pickles off of his sandwich. I grab them and eat them knowing they’ll just sit untouched once tossed to the side on his plate. “Does it have a mattress on the floor?”
I toss a pickle slice at him that he dodges. “No.” I laugh and take another bite of my sandwich. “It has actual furniture in it. It’s nice. Small. Two bedrooms. One bath. But it has a magnificent view of the harbor through the kitchen window and the bedrooms look out at the mountains.”
“Sounds nice,” Connor says, then takes a bite of his sandwich. “I’d like to see it.”
“It’s not easy to get to,” I say. There’s excitement building in my chest. The thought of Connor spending the summer in Alaska with me, enjoying the quiet, the privacy, and the sights, has me damn near giddy.
Plus, it’s about three thousand miles away from his father.
I’m not sure if that’s enough distance, but it’s a start.
“You’ll need to come up for at least a month to make the travel worth it. ”
“Last I checked”—Connor takes a sip of his sparkling water—“we get two and a half months off. We could spend most of the offseason up there.”
“We could,” I agree, smiling at him.
“Jesus Christ!” my dad exclaims, shaking his head. “If you two don’t quit it, you’ll blow your cover before they hang those gold medals around your necks after you beat the brakes off Canada and win tomorrow night’s game.”