CHAPTER FIVE #2
Thankfully, it was the clean one he’d been stroking his cock with, so Leif took it and allowed himself to be dragged toward Tanner. He ended up kneeling between Tanner’s thighs, stretched out over him, their mouths meeting again.
It was a hungry kiss, and Leif shuddered every time he felt the brush of Tanner’s forearm against his abs as he worked himself open. For once, Tanner was mercifully quiet, although the soft sounds of his slick fingers moving in and out made goosebumps break out on Leif’s skin.
His cock ached and he braced himself, then reached down to tug at it. Tanner ran his hand along Leif’s back and dug his fingertips in, the blunt nails leaving stinging little bites behind.
Tanner tore his mouth away after a few minutes of making out. “Okay, I’m ready.”
“Condom?” Leif said with a gasp because he was pretty far gone but not so far he’d forget something that important.
Tanner licked his lips. “Yeah. You got one?”
“You didn’t bring any?” Leif stared down at Tanner’s face. His eyes were brown at the moment. Dark and hungry.
“In my room, yeah, but I came over for a phone charger!” Tanner protested. “I swear.”
“You weren’t thinking about this when you did?”
“No. Well, no more than I’m ever thinking about sex.”
Leif raised an eyebrow. “So all the time?”
“I mean, kind of.” Tanner’s smile was crooked and sly.
Leif snorted. He rolled over and out of bed, disappearing into the bathroom to find the condoms he kept tucked in his Dopp kit and refreshed periodically before they expired.
He brought both of them, just in case one ripped—not because he was thinking about a second round—then walked to the bed, his mouth going dry at the sight of Tanner Clayton sprawled across his bed.
God, he shouldn’t be so … so damn fuckable. It made Leif forget how annoying he was. How drastically their first hookup had changed Leif’s entire future in hockey.
But, as … as frustrating as he could be, Leif couldn’t deny he looked good. No wonder people were gagging for him.
For a hockey player, he wasn’t overly large, but his biceps popped with every movement he made and his shoulders were perfectly sculpted. He had a couple of random tattoos scattered across his chest and arms and a little line of fuzzy hair below his navel.
Fuck.
Leif wanted to be strong. Wanted to stay cool and calm and act bored as he told Tanner he’d changed his mind, to get out of his room and leave him alone.
But when he watched Tanner thrust his fingers deeper into his ass and heard him moan low and desperate, Leif had to admit, he was a weak man.
He stumbled as he reached the bed and collapsed inelegantly onto it.
Tanner kicked his thigh. “Dude. Get up here and fuck me.”
Ugh, why does he always have to ruin a good thing by talking? Leif threw the condom packets at Tanner. One hit him squarely in the nose, the other landed on his chest.
Tanner scowled and sat up, his abs working in a way that made Leif’s mouth go dry. “Pretty sure this needs to go on you if your dick is going in my ass. Or are you new to sex?”
“I’m not new to sex!” Leif protested.
“Aww,” Tanner said. “You are. It’s okay if you are. I’ll be gentle with you.”
Leif growled, knowing whatever he said, Tanner would twist it in some way. Turn it back on him.
“No, no, I get it now,” Tanner said, slyly, his eyes dancing with amusement. “The way you act around me makes total sense now. You’re just intimidated by my raw sexuality.”
Leif snorted. “Sure, that’s it.”
Tanner widened his eyes comically. “Okay, now do you need me to talk you through what the birds and bees are?”
“Would you shut the fuck up?” Leif snapped.
“No.” Tanner rose to his knees with a grin. He planted a hand on Leif’s chest and shoved him onto his back. Surprised, Leif fell onto the mattress. Tanner straddled his thighs and licked his lips as he glanced down at him. “It’s okay though. I know what I’m doing.”
“Yeah, because you’re a—”
“Nope.” Tanner clapped a hand over his mouth. “Don’t you dare slut shame me. I am a lover of humans. There’s no shame in that.”
Leif rolled his eyes, but when he didn’t say anything, Tanner pulled his hand away and grabbed a condom from where it had fallen on the bed.
“Look,” he said in a conversational tone, ripping it open and flinging away the little bit of foil.
“Yeah, I have a lot of sex. I’m young, hot, and rich.
Why wouldn’t I? I know you think I’m a total flake or whatever, but I get tested regularly.
I am on PrEP. I got HPV a couple of years ago, but it cleared up.
Since it’s no longer active, I can’t transmit it and, at the moment, I am as safe as I can be as a sexually active person. ”
Leif opened his mouth, surprised by Tanner’s … maturity about this. God, he’d never expected that.
“So, now that you know all that, do you still wanna hook up?”
Leif nodded.
“Good.” Tanner grasped Leif’s cock and rolled the condom down in a single expert move. “I was just giving you shit about being a virgin anyway. There’s nothing wrong with it if you are. You wouldn’t be my first.” He winked.
Leif let out an outraged squawk, relieved they were back to giving each other shit. “I’m not—”
“Dude, I know. You’re young, hot, and rich too. I hope you’re dicking people down on the reg. But I hope you’re getting tested on the reg too.”
“Of course I am!” Leif said.
He resisted the urge to scrub his hands across his face. What was even happening? This was the weirdest sex he’d ever had with someone.
“Good. Anything I should know about? STI wise, I mean.”
“No,” Leif said, still somewhat bewildered by this entire situation.
“Good.” Tanner flashed him another bright grin, then shifted to straddle Leif’s hips. He grasped the base of Leif’s cock to steady it, then reached behind himself.
He slid down over Leif and Leif held his breath.
Tanner didn’t waste any time, sinking down over Leif’s cock in a practiced move that had Leif feeling oddly grateful for the people Tanner had slept with before, because clearly he knew what he was doing.
And then he couldn’t think at all because Tanner was moving. And Christ, could he move.
Tanner rode Leif hard, his hips rising and falling in a fluid, rolling rhythm that left Leif gasping and shaking. Tanner’s eyes were closed, his lashes thick and dark against his cheeks, every muscle flexing as he worked over him.
The sight of him stole Leif’s breath and he closed his eyes too. He realized Tanner was talking, yammering on and on about how good Leif’s dick felt and how hot he was. He caught something about his jaw and his abs and his hair of all things.
Leif tried to focus on the sensations in his body, but Tanner just kept going. Yapping away like he would never stop. When Leif couldn’t stand another second of it, he pulled Tanner down against his chest and flipped their bodies.
Tanner yelped quietly as he landed on his back and his eyes flew open, startled. He didn’t look mad though. There was something incessantly cheerful about him, like he couldn’t stay upset or hold a grudge to save his life.
Leif hated it. What he hated even more was that he couldn’t seem to hold a grudge against Tanner either.
Leif shoved his fingers in Tanner’s mouth and said, “Shut up and suck.”
Tanner did, smirking around his fingers. God, the little shit had probably tried to goad Leif into this. And he’d played right into Tanner’s plan. Ugh.
Leif shifted, hooking Tanner’s thighs over his shoulders.
He was flexible—Leif had to grudgingly admit that—as he shifted forward and Tanner practically folded in half. And then Tanner ran his tongue across the tips of Leif’s fingers and Leif groaned and started fucking him.
It was so much easier. So much better when he didn’t have Tanner yapping incessantly.
When the only sounds were the wet sucking noises of his fingers in Tanner’s mouth and the muffled gasps he let out around them every time Leif drove into him.
The slick sounds of lube and the slap of their bodies together as Leif picked up the pace.
Tanner wasn’t passive. He ran his hands along Leif’s back, urging him on, showing Leif without words what he wanted. He cupped Leif’s ass and guided him to tilt his hips.
When Leif did, a low, desperate noise came from Tanner’s throat, and he clenched tightly around Leif.
Sweat broke out on Leif’s forehead because holy shit, too good, too good and he closed his eyes because if he wasn’t careful, he would come too soon.
If he looked at Tanner and the redness of his lips wrapped around Leif’s fingers, if he watched the look of absolute bliss that crossed Tanner’s face every time Leif grazed his prostate, he’d lose it completely.
So he hung his head, squeezed his eyes tightly shut, and focused on hitting that spot that made Tanner tighten around him, keeping his rhythm hard and even. Tanner dug his fingertips into Leif’s back and the pinpricks of pain from his blunt nails helped ground Leif.
He kept going, sweat beading up on his shoulders as he drilled into Tanner.
“Fuck, fuck,” Tanner mumbled around Leif’s fingers, his entire body trembling. Leif pulled his hand away to brace with both arms and get more leverage.
He fucked Tanner harder, desperately hoping he could make Tanner come before his own impending orgasm hit. Leif’s pulse thundered, so fast and hard he could feel the flutter in his throat and throbbing in his ears, like after a speed burst on a breakaway through the neutral zone.
“Yeah, yeah, right there, fuuuuuuuucccccccccck,” Tanner said with a groan and came, wetness spreading between their bodies.
A scant handful of thrusts and Leif came too, his vision whiting out, his body turning inside out.
After, he collapsed onto the bed beside Tanner, his skin slick with sweat. Fuck was right.
“Not bad, Princess,” Tanner said.
Leif groaned and threw his forearm up over his eyes. He was still seeing stars and Tanner said it wasn’t bad.
“Fuck you,” he muttered because he couldn’t manage anything cleverer.
“You just did,” Tanner said cheerfully. “But I’m up for another round later.”