Thirty-Three
Blaine
Since we adopted Boomer a week ago, it’s been a whirlwind of practice, home games, puppy cuddles and away games. We landed back in Chicago in the early hours of the morning after a three-day, two-game away stretch.
It’s also been two weeks since dinner with the Kendricks, and while Alex is feeling a lot better since his talk with Maria, the messages haven’t stopped.
He’s shown me a few of the recent ones, and no matter how many accounts he blocks, they just keep coming.
Alex has said he isn’t paying them any attention, just blocking and deleting, but I know they are getting to him.
When he thinks I’m not looking, his shoulders go rigid, and I can sense the inkling of doubt seeping through.
I’m not sure what I can do to prove to him that they are lies, and I don’t understand how these people think they’re entitled to interfere in my personal life.
They don’t know me. They only know the person they see on the ice, or the professional front in interviews. They don’t see the better person I am because of him or how fucking in love I am with him.
But I push those frustrating thoughts out of my mind because I have more important things to do.
Like seeing Alex for the first time in three days.
Shoving a team beanie on my head to hide my messy hair, I pick up my keys and head out the door.
The traffic heading up toward Lincoln Park is a sea of brake lights, meaning my usual twenty-minute journey takes fifty, and by the time I reach the bakery, he’s already outside.
He’s huddled in a thick coat, with a scarf wrapped around his neck multiple times and a hat pulled low on his head.
I find somewhere to pull over, flashing my headlights at him to alert him of my arrival.
The interior light comes on when he opens the door, highlighting his cold, pink nose.
I take a fistful of his coat as soon as he closes the door and pull him toward me, pressing a hot, needy kiss against his lips.
They’re cold against mine, and a small, satisfied noise escapes him.
Fuck. I’ve missed him.
I didn’t realize how much I’d miss someone when I went on away games, but these last three days have felt like three months. Even with texting and nightly FaceTime calls, nothing beats the feel of his soft lips against mine, and the smell of his grapefruit shampoo.
“Hi,” he whispers as he pulls away.
His cheeks are rosy and pink, and his lips quickly get puffy and swollen from the scruff of my beard.
“Hey!” I grin, rubbing my thumb against his bottom lip. I’m about to lean in to kiss him again, but a car honks, reminding me where I am.
“Why do they always fucking honk their horns at me?”
Alex laughs.
I flip my middle finger at the impatient driver and head back downtown toward my apartment. “How’s your day been?”
Alex rests his head back against the seat and closes his eyes.
“Long. I swear the last two weeks of January are insane for birthdays, then it’s the run up to Valentine’s, which always gets crazy because people want to order last-minute stuff…
” He opens his eyes and turns to face me.
“We’ve had to turn away quite a few people, and Jacob isn’t taking it well. ”
I frown. “But there’s only two of you; there’s only so much you can do.”
“I know,” he sighs. “It’s a perk of getting busier, but also a disadvantage when we’re short-staffed. We’re going to look at finances and see if we can hire someone.”
“I get that.”
And I feel kinda bad that a lot of it is because of me, but at the same time, I feel proud of Alex and his brother.
“How does a chill night sound? We’ll get some food delivered and watch a movie?”
“That sounds good to me.”
His smile is tired but still beautiful, and when I stop at a red light, I lean over and steal another kiss. I’ve been desperate to taste him again.
“How was your game in Dallas?” He asks.
“It wasn’t our best. We struggled; it was like we were asleep at the start of the game.”
“I’m sorry. Does losing a game impact team morale a lot?”
“Every now and again it does, but we gotta keep in mind the game is going to test your character sometimes, and it'll test your pride. You can’t go into the next feeling embarrassed or pissed that you lost one before you just gotta put it behind you and focus on winning it.”
“That’s very sensible.” He smiles.
“Did you watch it?”
“Yeah, I did. I had it on my laptop while I was finishing up an order. I just like hearing your side of it.”
“I dedicated my goal to you.” I give him a quick glance, waiting for that blush to hit his cheeks, and I’m rewarded a second later when he dips his head, hiding his smile behind his scarf.
The light changes to green, and I hit the gas, eager to get home and help my man unwind.
Inside my apartment, he takes his duffel bag to my room, and when he reappears, he’s wearing a pair of my sweatpants and a hoodie.
I grin. I fucking love seeing him in my clothes.
He walks over to where I’m sitting on the couch, browsing through the takeout selection on my phone, and sits down beside me.
“Made yourself comfy, I see.” I tease.
He smirks, putting his legs over my lap and curling into my side, resting his head on my shoulder. I wrap my arm around him, pulling him in close, and take a deep inhale of his hair, feeling all the tension disappear.
I’m addicted to him.
To his taste.
His smell.
His smile.
Everything that makes him, him.
Tilting his head up, I cup his jaw in my hand, and our lips connect in the sweetest kiss.
His hand rests on my thigh, his fingertips curling into the hard muscle as our tongues become reacquainted. His low mewls and gasps between kisses cause my cock to become a steel rod in my pants.
I can’t get enough, and soon kissing isn’t enough anymore.
His knees land on either side of my hips as I tug him onto my lap, and I cup the peachy globes of his ass, massaging and kneading the firm cheeks.
We’re a mix of tongues colliding with frenzied strokes and heavy breaths.
He rolls his hips, and the friction of his cock brushing against mine makes me lose my mind.
“Fuck,” I murmur against his lips. “Food can wait; I can’t.”
Alex sits upright in my lap, pulling my shirt over my head and tossing it on the floor before doing the same with his own. He then stands and pulls his—my—sweatpants down, revealing his hard, leaking cock.
I lean forward to take him into my mouth, but his hand goes to my shoulder, halting me.
“Take off your pants.” He demands.
I smirk, loving this bossy tone of his.
When I don’t move, he raises a brow. “I’m waiting. Lose the pants, Blaine.”
I quickly peel myself out of my jeans, taking my boxer briefs with them, and then take my cock in my hand. Keeping my eyes on Alex, I twist my fist against the sensitive head as he drops to his knees between my legs.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he states. His hands roam up the front of my thighs, watching my abs ripple from my shaky exhale with fascinated eyes.
“You’re the hot one,” I argue. “Look at you.” I lean forward, taking his chin in my hand. “Your bluer than blue eyes, that sexy as sin mouth, your body…” I take his lips in a heated kiss, our tongues colliding in needy strokes. “Your delicious dick, and don’t get me started on that sweet ass.”
He smirks against my mouth. “It’s all yours, baby.”
“Damn fucking right it is.”
Alex presses a hand against the center of my chest and pushes me back into the couch, then curls his fingers around my throbbing erection. His strokes are teasing, and I spread my legs wider, pushing my hips up into his fist impatiently.
Alex halts his movements at the base of my cock, and then, the little fucking tease that he is, licks my balls with the tip of his tongue.
I hiss through my teeth. “You’re cruel sometimes.”
Another tantalizing lick before he sucks my sac.
“Fuck, just suck it already,” I groan, clenching my hands at my sides.
Alex gives me a pointed look, and I’m about to argue that he’s killing me when he takes me to the back of his throat, swallowing around me.
An animalistic noise escapes the depths of my chest as my balls draw up tight.
“Your mouth,” I say between heavy breaths, “is fucking incredible.”
He hums around my cock as he bobs his head, his tongue swirling around the sensitive head before taking me to the back of his throat again.
Every time he has me in his mouth, it’s like I’m on another planet. I could be on Jupiter or fucking Neptune for all I know, because the only thing on my mind is how good his mouth is and how much I fucking love this man.
Yep. I said it.
I love him.
Lacing my fingers into his hair, I give the strands a tug to make him stop. “I’m so close, and I wanna be inside you.”
His oceanic eyes sparkle as his tongue licks over his lips.
“I need to get some lube and a condom.” I go to stand, but my legs are weak, so I fall back onto the couch, my quads shaking.
“I’ll get it.” Alex stands up, and I watch his peachy ass moves as he disappears down the hall, returning seconds later with the…
“Condoms are in my bedside drawer,” I say when he returns with only a bottle of lube.
“I’m negative…” He begins, biting down on his bottom lip. “And I’m on PrEP…”
It takes a few moments for my brain to catch up.
“You wanna go bare?”
He nods. “I wanna feel you inside me with nothing between us.”
Grabbing hold of his hips, I pull him down on top of me to straddle my lap once again.
“You mean it?”
He nods again, pressing a kiss to my lips.
“I’ve never gone bare with anyone before,” I confess. “And I get tested every month with the team. I’m on PrEP, too.”
Alex kisses me once more, then takes both of my hands from his hips, pulling them back to rest behind my head.
“Don’t move,” he demands, then picks up the lube and begins to work himself open.
Every time I go to move my hands on instinct, wanting to touch him or help him, he glares at me.
“No touching,” he says sternly. “I’ll tell you when you can touch.”
A devilish grin spreads across my face. “Fuck, you could make me come with just this bossy bottom attitude of yours.”
He winks, then his head tilts back as pleasure takes over.
“That’s it, baby, open yourself up so I can fill you with my cock.”
Alex lifts himself on his knees and takes my shaft in his hand, lining himself up before sinking down on me, taking me to the hilt.
When I’m fully inside him, he whispers against my lips, “Now you can touch.”
And there’s no need to tell me twice.
I grip his hips and thrust up into him, swallowing his moans with my mouth. The silence of the room is filled with heavy breaths, soft moans and the sound of him riding my dick. My mind travels back to our first date, when I teasingly asked what his favorite sex position was.
“I want you to cover my abs with your come,” I demand, “and I’m gonna fill you with mine.”
Alex looks down at me, his eyes heavy with need, his cheeks flush with desire as he nods.
His movements start to falter when I angle my hips. I know I hit the spot when I see his cock leave a trail of precome against my abs.
“Blaine.” Alex’s head lolls back between his shoulders.
His fingers dig into my pecs as his release hits. Spurt after spurt of come hits my abs, my chest, even my neck. My name is an erotic moan, and the sight of his blissed-out state is all I need to give in to the ache in my tight balls and the tingling at the base of my spine.
I let go with his name on my lips, and I come inside of my man, marking him as mine, falling into a vortex of pleasure as my body shakes.
“Fuck,” I pant as Alex collapses against me, hiding his head in the crook of my neck.
My cock softens inside of him, and I wrap my arms tightly around him as he gets post-release shakes.
“I love you,” I say into his soft hair.
He lifts his head, and those eyes lock with mine. “I love you, too.”
I feel like I’m king of the fucking world when I’m gifted one of his beautiful smiles, and when he kisses me, my heart feels complete.