Chapter 33 The Flip Game
The Flip Game
Taylor told Fletcher that they could do seafood for dinner, but Fletcher shook his head and told him that he knew a really good Mediterranean place nearby. Fletcher couldn’t believe Taylor had never been to a Cava before, but there weren’t any in Seattle or Sacramento, Taylor told him.
“So, it’s like a Chipotle but with like Greek food?” Taylor asked him excitedly. Fletcher thought it was so cute the way Taylor was so excited.
They grabbed their food and took it to go. They didn’t really want to risk being seen out in public together. Fletcher had been recognized by one of the workers there, but he didn’t seem to realize who he was with.
Not that it would be weird to be seen with his teammate during the off-season, anyway. Especially if they were going to be working the hockey camp together.
Fletcher’s dad had left him a message earlier to tell him he was glad he came to his senses. He also boasted about how excited everyone would be to meet Taylor.
It made Fletcher sad that he wouldn’t be able to introduce him to his family as his boyfriend.
They were really going to have to rein it in for the next two weeks, but at least they still had the afternoons and nights to be alone together.
Honestly, Fletcher hadn’t realized how great it was to be in a relationship with his best friend.
He already really liked hanging out with Taylor before they were together, but now their relationship was like an upgrade.
He could be best friends and teammates with Taylor but then Taylor could drop to his knees and give him a blowjob in the privacy of their home. Honestly, it was the perfect situation.
Fletcher thought of how amazing it would be to live with Taylor.
He’d been thinking about it all day. He knew he needed to work on a few things and maybe find a therapist, but Fletcher had really been considering asking Taylor to find a place with him.
He had even looked at a few two-bedroom apartments online.
When they finished eating their food on the couch, Fletcher turned on the TV. “What do you wanna watch?” he asked Taylor.
“Anything but hockey.”
Fletcher scrolled through the different streaming services and decided to enlighten Taylor and turned on Game of Thrones. “I can’t believe you haven’t watched it,” Fletcher sighed.
“You know, I couldn’t really get past the incest,” Taylor quipped. Fletcher couldn’t argue with that.
“By the end of the first season you’ll forget they were even related,” he told Taylor. “Hopefully.”
Taylor was practically laying on top of Fletcher, so he pushed him off him and dragged Taylor to the bed. Of course, Fletcher insisted they both strip down to their boxers because he didn’t want any outside clothes on his bed.
“Shouldn’t we change into pajamas?” Taylor asked him.
Fletcher looked at him and rolled his eyes. “What’s even the point?”
The bed didn’t have a headboard, so Fletcher leaned up against the wall. He wrapped his arms around Taylor as Taylor leaned against his chest. “You’re so warm,” Fletcher said into Taylor’s ear.
“Because it’s fucking hot in here,” Taylor complained.
“I set it to 67,” Fletcher laughed. He kissed the top of Taylor’s head. “Just give it a bit to kick in. It hasn’t been used since September.”
Taylor sighed. “You should get rid of this place,” he told Fletcher, keeping his eyes glued to the TV.
“My lease is up next month. I’m actually looking into a new place back home,” Fletcher said. He loved the fact that he could call Seattle his home. A home he worked for. A home he earned on his own merit.
“I’ve been thinking of moving out of the Panceks’ for a few weeks,” Taylor confessed. “I think I will once Jess leaves for school. I’ll probably need a two-bedroom for when he comes home for breaks.”
Fletcher smiled as he kissed the top of Taylor’s head again. “Aww, how sweet,” he teased.
Taylor still had his eyes on the TV. “I’m kind of a hard guy to sell a place to,” Taylor said plainly. He let out a sigh. “I have a lot of specific requirements.”
“Like what?” Fletcher asked. He could feel his face flush as he realized where this conversation was headed. He was relieved he wasn’t the only one thinking it.
“Well, two bedrooms and two bathrooms for starters. I refuse to share a bathroom with my brother ever again.”
“What else?” Fletcher asked.
“A bathtub, maybe. And a walk in the closet.”
“Those are all very important,” Fletcher told him with a chuckle.
Taylor let out a dramatic sigh. “There’s just one more thing that is kind of a non-negotiable,” he said.
Fletcher could feel butterflies in his stomach from the anticipation. “Which is?”
Finally, Taylor turned to look at him and smirked. “In-unit laundry.”
Fletcher snorted. “Valid.”
Taylor shrugged. “I think I’d need one if we’re both going to be using it. I refuse to lug my laundry around like a fucking college student,” he joked.
Fletcher could feel his cheeks heat up as he blushed probably an embarrassing amount. “You wanna cohabitate with me?” he asked with a grin.
“No. I wanna live together,” Taylor answered seriously. Fletcher let out a laugh.
“Honey, it’s the same thing,” he teased.
“Don’t patronize me. Not all of us went to fancy schools,” Taylor mocked.
“I went to public school, doofus,” Fletcher snorted. “This county has one of the best school districts in the nation.”
Taylor flipped around and tickled the side of Fletcher’s waist. “How humble,” Taylor laughed as Fletcher tried to fight him off.
“I’m not ticklish,” Fletcher lied, laughing just as hard as Taylor did.
“Then why are you fighting?” Taylor finally found a window of opportunity and tickled Fletcher on his hip. Fletcher must’ve had a sudden rush of adrenaline that allowed him to flip Taylor back over, so Fletcher was the one who was straddling him.
He leaned down and connected their lips in a heated kiss.
“Mmm,” Taylor hummed as he wrapped his arms around Fletcher. He reached down and cupped Fletcher through his boxers and smiled into the kiss.
Fletcher let out a moan as Taylor slipped his hand inside and gripped him.
“Are you sure that you’re ready?” Fletcher asked him as he kissed the side of Taylor’s neck.
Taylor nodded. “I’m ready,” he said, sounding sure.
Taylor pulled Fletcher’s boxers down as much as he could before Fletcher rolled off him and pulled them the rest of the way off. He helped Taylor with his own and quickly turned to grab the lube.
“Which suitcase is it in?” he asked quickly.
“There’s some in my toiletries bag,” Taylor told him.
Fletcher zipped open Taylor’s suitcase and retrieved the lube. He saw a foil wrapper and hesitated. “Did you wanna use a—”
“No. I want to feel you,” Taylor quickly said.
Fletcher let out a laugh as he turned around and saw Taylor waiting patiently on the bed for him to return. He climbed on top of Taylor and straddled him again as he cupped both sides of his face and kissed him. “I love you,” he said softly.
“I love you too,” Taylor told him. Taylor let out a nervous sigh. “How should I…”
Fletcher chuckled as he tried to figure out the best way. “Lay down on your back and I’ll be on top,” Fletcher instructed.
They quickly re-positioned themselves and Fletcher poured some lube out onto his fingers. “Hug your knees up to your chest,” Fletcher whispered softly. It looked like Taylor was trying to conceal his laughter as he pulled his knees up to his chest.
“You can’t laugh,” Fletcher scolded him, but he was also trying to conceal his own laughter. “Have you ever touched yourself here?” Fletcher asked him. He put a lubricated finger to Taylor’s hole and Taylor bit down on his bottom lip.
Taylor shook his head. “You’re the first one who’s ever been down there,” he said before a laugh escaped. The laughter was contagious and they were both giddy.
Fletcher teased the outside of Taylor’s rim with two of his fingers. But they both couldn’t stop laughing still.
“Why is this so funny to you?” Fletcher asked.
“I think it’s the position I’m in,” Taylor snorted. “It’s kind of…” He couldn’t finish his sentence because he was laughing so hard.
Fletcher removed his finger and lightly slapped Taylor on his stomach. “Roll over, idiot.”
Taylor rolled over onto his stomach and Fletcher pulled his hips up, so he was at the perfect angle. “Are you ready now?” Fletcher asked a little more seriously.
Taylor just nodded quietly. Fletcher brought his fingers back to Taylor’s rim and tried to get him prepped. Taylor let out strained breaths as Fletcher added a little more pressure.
“Is that okay?” Fletcher asked him softly.
Taylor nodded again. “Go ahead.”
He slowly inserted a finger and felt Taylor clench around him. “Relax, baby,” Fletcher said softly. Once Taylor relaxed himself, Fletcher pushed further in. His cock twitched at the thought of how tight Taylor would be around him. “How’s that?” He started to move the finger in and out of him.
Taylor let out a strained sigh. “Weird. But good. I think you can add another.”
Fletcher leaned down and lovingly pressed a kiss to Taylor’s back before adding a second finger. He moved them both in and out until he thought Taylor was ready enough.
“Here I come,” Fletcher said, letting his intrusive thoughts win. Taylor snorted as Fletcher lined himself up and spread lube around his length.
“We’re gonna bench that. We aren’t saying that during sex,” Taylor announced.
Fletcher smiled even though he knew Taylor couldn’t see it. “Are you ready, babe?”
“Fire away,” Taylor joked.
“Benched,” Fletcher laughed.
“Take your shot?”
Fletcher teased Taylor’s hole with his tip. “Can I fuck you?” he asked impatiently.
“Please,” Taylor finally said. Fletcher held onto Taylor’s hips as he slowly inserted himself.
“Holy shit. This is amazing,” Fletcher told him breathlessly. “You’re so fucking tight.”
“More,” Taylor asked softly, sounding pained. Fletcher pushed the rest of the way in and let out a grunt as he felt Taylor clench around him.
“Relax so I can pull out a little,” Fletcher commanded. He could tell Taylor was uncomfortable. “Is this still okay?”
Taylor nodded. “Keep going, sweetheart.” That was all the confirmation that Fletcher needed. He slowly started small thrusts and built up the intensity over time.
“Fuck, Fletch,” Taylor grunted.
“Good?” Fletcher asked.
“Go faster.”
Fletcher couldn’t believe it. This was the best thing ever. He wasn’t going to last long at all. Taylor was so fucking tight around him that he didn’t understand how he was even able to get it in at all. He sped up his movements and could feel his orgasm quickly approaching.
He pushed in as deeply as he could and Taylor let out a cry of pleasure. “Did I hit the jackpot?” Fletcher joked.
“Benched. Fuck! I guess you did, though,” Taylor bit out through strained breaths.
He leaned over Taylor as he continued to thrust. “So tight,” Fletcher panted. “Do you want me to pull out before I finish?” Fletcher asked him.
Taylor quickly shook his head. “No.”
Fletcher’s entire body started to burn with pleasure as he got close. He sped up as he filled Taylor’s hole with his release. Taylor let out a moan as Fletcher came inside of him.
Fletcher pulled out and Taylor flipped over. He leaned up and connected his mouth with Fletcher’s, pulling him down to his chest. “Can you keep going, sweet boy?” Taylor quickly asked in between kisses. Fletcher nodded.
Taylor grabbed the lube and slicked his fingers before prepping Fletcher. He could feel himself start to harden again as Taylor stuck two fingers inside of him.
“Fuck, Taylor,” Fletcher cried.
“Saddle up, cowboy,” Taylor said as he took his fingers out of Fletcher and tapped him on the ass.
“Benched,” Fletcher breathed out as he got on top of Taylor.
He reached back and got Taylor slicked enough before slowly sliding down onto him.
“Fuck,” he cried out. “You’re so fucking big.
” He leaned down and kissed Taylor as he began to ride him.
Taylor held his waist as he thrusted up into Fletcher.
“Is that good, baby?” Taylor asked.
“So fucking good,” Fletcher panted. They found a good rhythm and Fletcher could tell Taylor was close.
Taylor grunted as he dug his fingers into Fletcher’s skin and thrusted harder, hitting Fletcher’s spot each time.
He felt like he was nearing another orgasm as Taylor continued to thrust at the perfect angle.
He felt himself clench around Taylor each time he pulled out.
“Good job, sweetheart. Keep doing that. You’re fucking perfect, Fletcher. So. Fucking. Perfect.” He felt Taylor come inside of him right as he finished. His cum coated Taylor’s stomach as he leaned in to kiss him and ride their highs together.
“I fucking love you, Taylor,” Fletcher cried out.
“My perfect boy. I love you.”
Fletcher rose off of Taylor before collapsing down on his chest. Taylor wrapped his arms around him and pushed Fletcher’s hair back out of his face. “So sweet,” he whispered to him. “Such a sweet fucking boy.”
“Your sweet boy. Yours.”
“Mine. You’re mine forever.”