CHAPTER ONE #2
They wouldn’t even charge him for murder. How much of this nonsense could any guy reasonably be expected to take?
“ … Sugar britches? Love machine? Tater tot?”
“Stop!” Leif exploded. “Just shut the fuck up, will you?”
“You know there’s only two ways to do that!” Tanner winked. “Either get your tongue or your dick in my mouth. Which is it going to be?”
“Neither!” Leif protested, although he abruptly realized he’d leaned in a little bit more, and he was staring at Tanner’s mouth. It was very … pink. “Very … biteable.”
“Yeah? You want to bite me? I’m into that. Mark me up, Viking.”
Horrified, Leif realized he’d said the biting part out loud. “I don’t want to bite you. I said you’re very fightable,” he lied. “Nothing is ever going to happen between us.”
“Again,” Tanner said with another cheeky little grin. “Because it happened once. You can say whatever you want about it, but you’ll be lying if you claim it never happened. I know your dick is uncut and it hangs a little to the left. Explain that otherwise.”
“We are hockey players who shower communally,” Leif pointed out, though his mouth was a little dry for some reason. “That’s hardly saying much to point out that you know what my unclothed dick looks like.”
“Yeah, but I know what it tastes like too.” Tanner shimmied a little closer and Leif knew he should pull away but damn it, Tanner smelled good. “Explain that.”
Over the stench around them, Leif could smell Tanner’s cologne. Something about it always reminded him of Tanner himself, bright and energetic.
Citrusy, maybe, with herbs or something that smelled green and fresh and then this musky note that made Leif want to press his mouth against that spot below Tanner’s ear.
He felt himself leaning in, even though he knew he shouldn’t. “Yeah?” he rasped.
Tanner slid even closer, his breath gusting against Leif’s ear and sending a pleasant little shiver down his spine. He barely tolerated Tanner. So why did this always feel like fucking foreplay?
“Yeah. And I also know that you have a little freckle riiight here …”
Leif drew in a sharp breath, torn between the surprise of Tanner cupping his groin and how good it felt when he squeezed gently.
It sent a pulse of need through Leif. Fuck, this wasn’t happening. He wasn’t … he wasn’t turned on by this stupid back-and-forth with Tanner.
He couldn’t be. And yet … oh fuck, he was definitely getting hard. He was definitely turned on by this stupid back-and-forth with Tanner.
No, Leif needed to be strong. He needed to resist.
Tanner flicked his tongue against his ear. “It’s just behind your nutsack near the crease of your right leg … want me to trace it with my tongue again? I remember that really got you going there.”
What is wrong with him?? Leif thought wildly as he reached down and grabbed Tanner’s wrist, pulling it off him but not before Tanner had squeezed his dick, massaging Leif through the linen fabric of his shorts.
With a growl, Leif pinned Tanner’s hand against the brick wall, feeling the flex of his wrist bones under his palm and the steady but quick flutter of his pulse against his fingertips. “Cut it out.”
“C’mon,” Tanner said huskily. “You know you want it. Want me to drop to my knees and pull your pants down and get my mouth all over you. I had you coming so fucking fast the last time and I’ve only gotten better since then.”
“Yeah, because you’ve had plenty of practice,” Leif snapped. Because being angry would help him focus. Keep him from doing something he’d regret.
Tanner scoffed. “Don’t you dare slut shame me, lov-ah boy.”
“I am not your lover boy,” Leif snarled.
“You could be. If you wanted.”
“I don’t want,” Leif pointed out but oh shit, he was drifting close to Tanner again. Close enough he could tell that Tanner had a little scar on his left cheek that he hadn’t noticed in the last game they’d played.
Leif reached out without thinking, brushing his thumb across it. Shit. Had Tanner gotten that in a game? It must have hurt. Must have bled a lot too.
“Really?” Tanner whispered and this time he was so quiet that Leif had to strain to hear him. “Doesn’t feel like it to me.”
Leif dimly realized that he’d pressed Tanner close again, pinning him against the wall and shit, they were both hard. They were both hard and Leif might be in the dominant position, physically, but he didn’t have any control at all.
He never had any control when Tanner was around.
He was … something about him made Leif’s brain burst into flames that threatened to consume everything around him. And now all he could think about was pressing their mouths together and forcing Tanner to just stop talking …
When Leif finally gave in to the urge that had been dogging him since Tanner greeted him in the hotel lobby a week ago, Tanner gasped and kissed Leif back. He was all over Leif, his hands roaming Leif’s body as if he’d been holding himself back before.
Kissing Tanner was like sticking his tongue in a light socket or touching a live wire. Every nerve in Leif’s body crackled with energy and the sensation of Tanner’s mouth against his sent a shiver down his spine.
Goosebumps broke out on Leif’s skin when Tanner grabbed his ass, grinding their cocks together. Even through the layers of clothing, it was intense, making heat creep up the back of Leif’s neck and dampen his hairline.
For a moment, he’d had this desperate hope that he’d kiss Tanner and be bored with it. That he’d remembered their first hookup wrong. He’d hoped his memory had been skewed by the years since then and the fact that it had been his first blowjob ever.
But no, this was every bit as good. Better, maybe, because he wasn’t drunk this time. Tipsy at best.
Leif groaned when Tanner worked a hand between their bodies and somehow got his belt undone and his fly open. And then his hand was on Leif’s cock.
Leif let out a choking noise and kissed him harder, pushing his tongue into Tanner’s mouth.
Tanner’s grip tightened, the calluses from stickhandling providing a pleasant abrasion against his sensitive skin. Leif’s cock was uncut and leaking just enough to slick the way a bit and he shuddered at the way Tanner twisted his wrist, toying with his foreskin.
Despite the whirling, overwhelming pleasure taking over Leif’s brain, he had the presence of mind to reach down and fumble for Tanner’s fly. He got his hand on Tanner’s cock too—cut and surprisingly girthy for someone with Tanner’s frame—and stroked too.
Tanner tore his mouth away, panting against Leif’s neck. “Fuck, fuck,” he muttered. “Yeah, like that. Keep touching me.”
His breath was warm against Leif’s neck, the panting air sending shivers down Leif’s spine, but he was talking again, trying to ruin the good feelings rushing through Leif’s body. He captured Tanner’s mouth again, delving his tongue in deeper.
For a few moments, they kissed desperately as they stroked each other.
When Tanner pulled away, Leif was embarrassed by the needy sound he made but Tanner brought his hand to his mouth, licking his palm before spitting into it.
And then he knocked Leif’s hand away, lined up both of their cocks, and began to stroke.
The slide of Tanner’s cock against his own, the heat of his skin, the smell of him made Leif’s knees go weak and he had to brace himself against the wall.
Leif gave in to the urge to bury his face against that spot on Tanner’s neck and groaned.
No, how was this so good? He didn’t want it to be but he could already feel that insistent urge low in his groin, the tug of need in his belly.
His skin prickled with heat and then Tanner did something with his wrist, and it was all over.
Leif came with a strangled groan, trying to muffle the sound against Tanner’s mouth, but he pulled away, pressing their foreheads together as Leif shot into his hand.
“Yeah, yeah, fuck that’s hot. Gimme that cum, Princess,” Tanner muttered, working him through the aftershocks.
Leif groaned, only this time it wasn’t from pleasure. Why could he never shut up? Why did he have to say the stupidest shit all the time? Why couldn’t Leif just have one fraction of a second of peace?
His knees were wobbly and he kept one arm braced on the wall, forehead still pressed to Tanner’s as Tanner let go of Leif’s cock and began to stroke himself in earnest. Something about the sight of him using Leif’s cum as lube made it even hotter and Leif had to bite his lip.
He couldn’t get hard again, not so soon. His balls were empty and his cock was limp but damn if watching the muscles in Tanner’s forearm work as he stroked himself didn’t do something to Leif’s brain.
It was an image etched so clearly in his mind that tonight or next week or next year, if he closed his eyes, it would pop up, unbidden.
Tanner was muttering something, because of course he was, but Leif tried to tune him out.
It didn’t work of course and the words, “a little help here, maybe?” finally registered.
Leif reached down, sliding his hand into Tanner’s open shorts and underwear and cupping his balls. They felt heavy and swollen and Leif tugged gently.
Tanner made a shocked little noise and Leif could see the way his cock leaped in response. So Leif did it again, fondling Tanner’s balls and tugging a little as Tanner worked his dick over. It wasn’t long before Tanner gasped again and pulled his clothing up and out of the way.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Tanner whispered as he came in his hand and the sound was all raw and breathy. “Leif.”
The sound of his name on Tanner’s lips made Leif feel strange and he pulled away abruptly.
Tanner was still shaking, body twitching as he slowed his strokes, but the look he gave Leif from under his lashes was almost hurt.
“Hey. Where are you going?” he whined. He reached out and yanked at Leif’s shirt with his free hand, trying to pull him closer.
Leif stepped back, out of his reach, suddenly aware that they were outside. They were in public. Well, maybe not public. But outside. He glanced at the mouth of the alley, the sunlight blinding him too much to clearly see if anyone was walking by.