Twenty-Two
Blaine
People often say that when you have sex for the first time with that special person, it’s like your brainwaves are altered. There’s a shift in the force, and it changes you.
The second I was inside Alex, as soon as I felt him around my cock, it all made sense. My body count is high—extremely high—but it has never once felt like this.
Nothing could ever compare to this.
Not even lifting the Stanley Cup.
It’s like he was made for me.
I piston my hips, my cock brushing his prostate. That fucking blush stretches down his neck to his chest, spreading across his porcelain skin. Dipping my head, I nuzzle my face into the crook of his neck, pressing wet kisses under his jaw before sliding my lips over his.
“Touch me, please,” he begs.
Bracing my weight on one arm, I reach down to take his cock in my hand. He’s like steel wrapped in silk. He’s leaking, causing my hand to become slick with his precome as I coax him with jerky strokes.
I nearly blew my load when I had him in my mouth, loving the weight of him on my tongue. He tasted like perfection.
He feels like perfection.
I think this is my new favorite place, and I don’t ever want to leave.
“Fuck,” I grunt, mentally running through my stats to ward off my release.
“Blaine,” he moans, his legs squeezing my waist. “I’m so close.”
“Come for me, baby.”
I let go of his cock and place both hands on either side of his head, my thrusts turning frantic as the skin slapping skin fills the room. My balls are drawn up so tight I can’t hold back anymore. I come with a wild cry, releasing into the condom, while Alex moans with his own release.
His moans are like ecstasy, and I’m addicted.
His come lands on his stomach and chest, and I collapse on top of him, both of us gasping for air.
I’m lightheaded, dizzy from the most incredible orgasm I’ve ever experienced.
I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard in my life.
My body melts as Alex runs his fingers through my hair, his nails scratching my scalp. I’m aware his come is currently squished between us, but I’m unable to move, my body trembling with post-orgasmic shakes.
“As much as I don’t want you to move, you’re kinda heavy,” Alex says with a strained laugh.
I roll off of him, running my fingers through the remnants of his release on my chest, and bring it up to my mouth to lick it off.
“Mmm.”
He tastes so fucking delicious that my spent cock gives a tired but appreciative twitch.
When I can finally feel my legs again, I head into the bathroom and retrieve a wet washcloth. Realization hits me, knocking the breath from my lungs like I’ve just been boarded by a two-hundred-and-forty-pound D-man.
I brought him to my room.
I had sex with him in my room.
Nobody ever comes into my bedroom. This is my safe haven. All my hookups have happened in my spare bedroom, so I can keep things separate. But what shocks me most of all is how it doesn’t bother me.
Looking over at Alex, I like the sight of him in my bed. How the bright moon shines through the windows, highlighting the soft features of his face, cascading down that exquisite body of his. And I really like how he looks tangled up in my sheets.
I should be freaking out and thinking of ways to ask him to leave, but instead I’m hoping this isn’t the last time I see his blond hair in a blissed-out mess against the pillow.
I absentmindedly rub the pleasant ache in my chest when his voice pulls me out of it.
“Blaine?”
I carry the washcloth back into the room, wiping away the come that's starting to dry on his stomach and the lube from between his cheeks. I quickly swipe it over my abs before I toss it onto the bathroom floor and crawl back into bed.
He curls his body into mine, his head fitting perfectly beneath my chin, and it almost makes me burst with emotion.
“This is probably a really inappropriate time to bring this up, but… I met your parents today.” Alex quietly announces.
I’m startled by his admission. “What? They’re not supposed to fly in until tomorrow.”
Elliot didn’t mention they were coming, but they’ve done this before and snagged tickets through Coach to surprise us.
He chuckles. “They must have come early to surprise you or something, but I instantly knew who they were. Your mom was screaming about staying away from her son, and whenever a puck got past Elliot, she would shout that it was goalie interference.”
I laugh because I know exactly what my mom’s like. She’s been the same since we started playing hockey.
“Oh yeah, my mom gets very invested. Was she arguing with every single call the officials made?”
I feel him nod against my chest. “Yeah, especially that hooking call. I thought she was going to run down and jump over the boards at one point. She was going on about how they need to go get their eyesight checked because even the astronauts in space could’ve seen that was hooking.”
“Yep, that’s my mom; she lays into the officials pretty hard.”
“They seemed lovely, though.”
“Did they not realize it was you?”
He shakes his head.
“She’s gonna go crazy when she finds out she sat next to you the entire game and didn’t get to quiz you.” I can just picture my mom’s face when she sees Alex on Christmas Day.
“She’s going to quiz me?” Alex lifts his head, his eyes wide in horror.
Another bubble of laughter escapes me.
“Maybe; she’s super eager to meet you. She’s been asking a lot about you.”
Because she wants to know all about the guy who captured my attention and may have captured my heart.
And I know he’s going to capture hers too.
* * *
The following morning is spent in bed, exchanging lazy kisses and mind-blowing hand jobs.
I can’t remember the last time I felt so content. Watching the December sun trying to peek through the clouds over Lake Michigan, all while being wrapped up in the most incredible guy I have ever met.
His fingertips idly trace shapes over my abs while his head rests on my pec. His soft breaths against my skin give me goose bumps all over.
“I’ve been thinking about what you said the other day, about how you had your heart broken.” He looks up at me with kind-hearted eyes. “Will you tell me about it?”
I swallow the lump in my throat.
I haven’t spoken about it since I was drafted, when Ethan pulled me to one side, as he must have picked up that something was troubling me.
“I met Kelly in freshman year. She was the girl every guy wanted and everyone wanted to be friends with. I met her at a frat party, was instantly dazzled by her, and as soon as she found out I was on the hockey team, she was all over me.” I rub my jaw, feeling my palm begin to sweat.
“I was too dumb to see it then, high on the fact that I got the girl. I thought I was in love, thought she was gonna be my end game, but as time went on, the cracks began to show. She’d yell at me for the smallest things, like being late to meet her because I got caught up in practice, or how people would look at me in bars.
Like I could control that; I was on the hockey team, of course people were gonna look at me.
I tried to make it obvious I was only interested in her, but she wouldn’t have any of it.
Every away game, she’d blow up my phone, asking me who I was hooking up with, even though I wasn’t and hadn’t given her any reason to doubt me. ”
I look out the window at the lake, trying to fight off the tightness in my chest from reliving feelings from years ago.
“I was arriving home from an away game; we’d just had our asses kicked big time, and all I wanted to do was lose myself in my girl and forget about it, so the second I was off the bus, I dumped my stuff at home and rushed over to her house.
She didn’t hear me arrive. She was in the lounge with her friends, and I heard her…
” My teeth clench, and I swallow the bitter taste in my mouth.
I tell Alex what I heard her say that night, running my fingers in soothing circles on his arm when he snarls. “What a bitch.”
“She was also cheating on me with a guy from the basketball team, so all the times she was bitching at me for cheating on her, she was pushing her guilt onto me to make herself feel better over the fact that she was the cheater.”
“I’m so sorry, Blaine. Being cheated on can really damage your self-esteem and make you doubt your self-worth.”
I shake my head. “After her, there was David. We met at a club and we hit it off. I thought I’d found someone good, but turns out he lied the whole time.
He told me he was a lawyer, but he was actually a journalist. He used me to get a promotion…
” I sigh. “I would’ve helped him if he’d been honest, y’know?
But they made me feel worthless. That the only good thing about me was my pay check or that I’m a hockey player.
I don’t think I’m all that, but I fucking cared about them, and all they cared about was how many dollars were on my contract. ”
He sits up, his eyes are earnest as he cups my face between his warm hands. “I hope you don’t think that’s why I’m interested in you, especially after what I said about the debt Jacob and I are dealing with, because I would never, ever, be that shallow.”
I mirror him, sitting up against the pillows and pulling his face toward mine, pressing gentle kisses against his lips.
“I don’t think that at all; if anything, I want to help you and Jacob.”
He shakes his head vigorously. “No, I wouldn’t let you do that. Your money is yours, it’s for your future. We couldn’t accept that.”
I open my mouth to argue, and he presses his finger to my lips. A sad, soft smile appears on his face. “Thank you, though. It’s an incredibly generous thought, but I like you for you . I don’t care how much money you’ve got in the bank or that you’re a hockey player; I just like you.”
Biting the inside of my lip, I try to ward off the smile that’s threatening to take over my face. “You like me?”
Alex chuckles, nodding his head. He leans down and kisses me a few times before saying, “Yes, I do. Isn’t it obvious? And not just that amazing butt of yours.” He winks.
I pump both fists in the air. “Fuck yeah!”
A whirlwind of butterflies swirls in my stomach as Alex laughs, his cheeks and the tips of his ears turning my favorite shade of pink. I tackle him on the bed, smothering him in kisses before his stomach rumbles loudly.
We erupt into a fit of laughter. “Let’s get you fed.”
Once breakfast has been consumed and we make out like horny teenagers in the shower, we fall back into bed and nap for an hour, only to have our nap interrupted by my brother blowing up my phone.
Elliot
DUDE!
Elliot
Did you know mom and dad flew in yesterday his eyes are comically wide as my mom throws her arms around his shoulders and pulls him into a tight embrace.
“ALEX! I’m so happy to meet you! SO happy!” She squeals.
His hand squeezes mine. I should have warned him that her mouthing off at the officials is just a snippet of how wild she can be.
“Mom, can you not be so embarrassing?”
Her head whips toward me, glaring as she points an accusatory finger. “Why didn’t you tell me we would be sitting next to the lovely Alex all night? Now I feel rude!”
“Why didn’t you tell me you were flying in a day earlier? Maybe then I could have told you that you would meet Alex.” I cock my head to the side in challenge.
She purses her lips, knowing I have a point.
“Tough game last night.” My dad breaks the mother-son glare off, color coming back to his face now that my mom has stopped bouncing.
“Yeah, it’s always shit against Jersey. I don’t know what their issue is.”
“Jealousy.” My dad nods confidently. “Their offensive line is weak, and their D? Pfft. Their goalie couldn’t catch snow in a blizzard.”
Alex chuckles nervously next to me.
“Mom, Dad, I would like you to meet Alex.” I turn to him. “Alex, this is my mom and dad, Nicola and Graham.”
He holds his hand out to my dad. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir.”
“None of that sir bullshit, I’m not seventy.” He shakes Alex’s hand.
Alex turns to my mom next, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, ma—”
She points a red-painted nail at him as the elevator doors open. “Don’t you dare ma’am me. If you ma’am me, I might have to start jumping again.”
“You won’t hear a ma’am from me.” He winks.
My mom wraps her arms around him, and over his shoulder, she mouths, “I like him.”
Me too, Mom, me too.