Chapter 28
TWENTY-EIGHT
Ryan
The first thing I notice when I open my eyes is how bright it is in the room. The second thing I notice is that this isn’t my bedroom. And the third thing I notice is Danton’s youngest son, Danny, staring directly at me from the side of the bed clutching a stuffed hodag to his chest.
“Mom!” he yells. “They’re awake!”
Brandon looks over his shoulder at me with wide, horror-struck eyes as I hear Vicky’s hurried footsteps coming down the stairs. Brandon is clearly panic-stricken. As for me, well, I feel strangely calm. There’s way worse people who could have found us together.
The grin Vicky has on her face when she walks into Brandon’s room is full of knowing. It’s like she’s dying to shout, “I knew it!” at us.
I wink at her and Brandon smacks me on the back of the head. Which just makes me start laughing uncontrollably.
Vicky picks Danny up and places him on her hip. “Come on, Danny. You know better than to wake sleeping hockey players up around here.” She looks at me over her shoulder before she heads up the stairs. “Are you two having breakfast?”
“You know,” I wheeze, “breakfast sounds great!”
Brandon
This is possibly the most uncomfortable car ride I’ve ever been on.
And just like all the awkward car rides I’ve ever been on, I’m experiencing it from the back seat.
Ryan is, of course, sitting shotgun while Danton drives us to practice.
No one has said a word since Danton pulled out of the garage, but I catch Ryan trying and failing not to crack up.
“I’m sorry,” Ryan says as he finally loses his battle with his composure.
I wish I could be as lighthearted about this as he is.
Ryan turns around in his seat and looks at me. “At least I didn’t kiss you on live TV.”
“Right,” I say. “Because being caught in bed at our captain’s house is so much better.”
“Isn’t it, though?” Danton laughs. He locks eyes with me through the rearview mirror and there is nothing but glee on his face.
“Way better,” Ryan says.
“Still debatable,” I say.
“Look,” Danton says. “I’m gonna be honest with you both.”
I brace myself. This is when he turns. This is when he gives us the predictable speech about how he doesn’t hate gay people, but that he doesn’t think it’s good for us to be together. It’s going to ruin the team’s chemistry if we’re dating.
“Vicky and I have suspected that you two are together for a while now. I mean, come on, it’s not like either of you are subtle.”
“Hey!” Ryan protests. “I’m subtle. You’ve known me for years and you never found out I was gay.”
Danton turns his head to the side and looks at Ryan. “Sure. We’ll go with that if it helps you sleep at night.”
Now it’s my turn to finally laugh.
Ryan stares directly at Danton. “You’ve known this entire time?”
“Of course I knew. Honestly, I think half the team suspects.”
Ryan folds his arms across his chest and turns to look out the windshield. “Nope. There’s no way. I’ve been nothing but careful.”
“It’s not like any of them care,” Danton says. “They’re all happy to get the girls you give the brush-off to every time we all go out. You’re like the perfect wingman for most of these guys. Hell, didn’t Clemmers’ wife try to sleep with you first?”
“Yeah, she did.” Ryan smirks. “But still. There’s no way any of them know.”
“Trust me,” Danton says. “They’re going to be far more surprised about Baby.”
“Maybe we could not call me Baby right now,” I say. Though I have to at least admit I’m feeling a bit smug that the team suspected Ryan was gay before me.
“Sorry, Baby.” Danton catches my eyes in the mirror again. “No chance. It’s sticking.”
I glare at him. “I’ve noticed.”
“It is a little weird you all get to call him that,” Ryan says. “I feel like that should be reserved for me.”
“Not a chance,” Danton says. “Ivanov would have a fit and we need him focused on tending goal, not fighting you for the right to call your boyfriend Baby.”
Right. Focused. That’s what we need to be. All of us. Not just Ivanov. Not just the three of us in this car. The entire team. We need focus.
I slump in my seat and take my gaze out the window, watching the streets of St. Louis go by. “Can we at least agree to keep this between the three of us for now? I don’t want this to be a distraction.”
Danton looks over his shoulder at me, then reaches back and struggles to ruffle my hair. “Brandon, there is no version of this situation where I out the two of you. You can tell the team never or the minute we show up to practice. I don’t care. It changes nothing.”
I nod my head at him.
“Of course it changes nothing,” Ryan says. “We’re the fucking Mules! There is literally no better team.”
I look at the back of his head in disbelief. “There are literally like fourteen other teams statistically better than us.”
He turns in his seat to look at me again.
“I meant teammates wise.” Now he’s the one who reaches back to touch me.
But instead of ruffling my hair, he uses his hand to smooth the longer strands behind my ears.
“But also, stop being a brat. We’ve won two rounds of the playoffs.
There’s no denying it. We’re a good team. ”
He’s right. I smile at him. There’s no denying it.
Ryan
As we’re walking out of the practice facility I lean in close to Brandon and whisper into his ear, “We should go back to my place.”
Brandon keeps his eyes focused forward, but there’s no missing the shy grin his lips pull up into. “Do you have something in mind?”
“I have quite a few things in mind.” Things we haven’t done yet but I’m certainly craving now that I know for sure we’re feeling the same way about each other.
Brandon finally turns and looks at me. He wets his lips. “I’ll just go let Danton know.”
“Screw that.” I laugh and nudge Brandon towards the door. “You can text him if you’re so worried.”
“Fine,” Brandon says and starts to run out the door, making me chase after him.
Brandon
Okay, Ryan was correct. Heading back to his place was the right call. And I’m not just saying that because he’s currently on his knees with my dick in his mouth. Though that is admittedly quite nice. Too nice. I’m gonna blow before we even get our clothes entirely off.
“Fuck,” I moan and pull my dick out of his mouth.
He looks up at me, grinning like the devil, and wipes his mouth with the heel of his hand. “Eager today?”
“You have no idea.” I pull him up for a kiss. I want to devour him right now. Finally being alone again, especially after last night, it’s hard to believe that any of this is real.
Ryan rises to his feet, but on his way he pulls my shirt over my head. Then, he’s quick to do the same with himself, removing both his shirt and his pants. Once naked he presses me down onto the mattress and slots himself between my legs.
We both sigh in relief when our erections slide against each other. This is it. This is what I needed. What I love. The two of us losing ourselves with each other.
“Fuck, that’s good,” he says as he sighs and presses his body more firmly against mine. He begins to rock his hips, creating more friction between us. It’s delectable and messy as our sweat and precum begin to mix together, giving our dicks less resistance as we grind them together.
He begins to slow his movements, then looks down at me. He caresses my face with his hands, looking like he wants to ask me something, but I have no idea what that can be. What I do wish is that he’d start thrusting again to drag our dicks together.
But he doesn’t. Instead with complete confidence in his voice he asks, “Will you fuck me?”
My eyes go wide with my shock. Which makes Ryan laugh in a completely unselfconscious way. “I’ll take that as a no,” he says.
I shake my head quick. “It’s not a no,” I say. “It’s just not what I was expecting.”
He kisses the tip of my nose. “Would you rather the other way around?”
“No.” I shake my head again, then nod. “I’m fine with either. You just surprised me is all.”
“Okay,” he says, slowly. “Do you want to?”
I flip him over. “Hell yeah, I fucking want to!”
He laughs underneath me and props himself up in his elbows so he can reach his lips up to mine. “Good,” he says, as he repositions his legs so I can fall between them. “Then hurry up and grab the lube. I’m far too horny for all this waiting.”
Rushing to the bedside table, I pull the lube out of the top drawer.
I’m honestly still shocked that this is where this is going.
I mean, I’ve topped before, not often, but I do have some experience.
I’ve also been the bottom, and that’s worked out great too.
I don’t have a preference. But I will admit that a part of me had always figured that Ryan would rather be in control here.
Hell, he usually is. And he probably will be later, so I should take advantage of this opportunity now.
Once I have the lube open, I squeeze some over my fingers, then reach my hand to the space between his legs. He spreads them wider for me, and as I begin to massage his hole I lean down and kiss him.
He moans around my lips, then opens his mouth wide and slides his tongue into my mouth.
His kiss is slow and languid, unhurried, and I use it as a cue on how to work my fingers around his rim.
He doesn’t want me to rush this and neither do I.
But I also want to make sure he’s ready for the moment I slip my dick inside him.
Breaking our kiss, he looks up at me. His eyes are full of heat. “I’m ready for you. I don’t want to wait any longer.”
Funny. Neither do I. I mean, fuck, it’s not like I haven’t been wanting to do this for the last eight years or anything.
I pour more lube onto my hand, then smear it around my dick, making sure I’m as slick as possible.
He adjusts himself underneath me, angling his hips so that his hole is more exposed and easier to reach.
With my hand wrapped around the base of my cock, I guide it closer to him. When the head presses against his rim, I gently begin to push myself inside. I’m met with little resistance and we both sigh as I breach him.
He’s warm and tight around me. And my head and dick are both swimming in ecstasy. How is this my life? How is this real? When did it even become possible that I would find myself in this position with the man of my dreams open underneath me, accepting my cock?
Not just accepting it. Loving it. Moaning as I begin to slowly thrust in and out of him.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he says. He grabs the backs of his knees and pulls them down, opening himself up even more for me.
I was wrong about him giving up control.
Because in this position, I’m completely gone for him.
Underneath me, he rocks his body back and forth, taking charge of the pace with which I fuck him.
His eyes remain locked on mine and once he has me moving in a rhythm, he lets go of the back of his right knee, then hooks the heel of that leg behind my back.
With his hand now free, he grabs hold of his dick and starts jerking himself off at the same pace as my thrusts up into him.
I’m not going to last long like this. He feels too good and I’m too overwhelmed by this entire experience. All of it. All of him. All of my dreams coming true at once. Ryan. The NHL. The playoffs. It’s all here for me to have.
“I’m so close,” Ryan says, his hips moving faster.
I pick up my pace and start thrusting into him faster and harder, chasing my own pleasure as he chases his.
“Oh fuck,” he cries out. His voice sounds strained as his rim contracts in pulses around my dick. I’m so lost in the feel of it, I almost miss the sight of him coming all over himself between us.
“Fuck,” I moan out and attempt to pull out, so I don’t come inside him even though that’s exactly what I want to do.
“Don’t,” he says, wrapping his arms and legs fully around me.
So I don’t, and I pump in and out of him as I come harder than I ever have in my life. After a few deep breaths, I open my eyes and look down at Ryan underneath me.
The smile on his face is soft, making him look content and satisfied. With his hand, he tucks my hair that has fallen forward behind my ears. “Move in with me,” he says. And at this moment, I can’t think of any reason to say no.
With a wide grin on my face, I nod my head yes.