Chapter Fifteen
“Without a doubt, the Sea Lions’ not-so-secret weapon continues to be their first D-pair, Chris Calabrese and Luca Mazetti.
While Calabrese favors a more classically defensive style, Mazetti’s strength is offense using his deft hands and elegant footwork.
Together, the two of them bring a synchronicity and creativity to the ice most teams can only dream of.
We couldn’t pick one of them over the other, so they take place three as a duo. ”
The back of Chris’s neck was cold. His fingertips, clenched tight around Luca’s waist, were going numb, and his toes curled up in his dress shoes to preserve some body heat.
He did not care the slightest bit. He had Luca here, in his arms, kissing him desperately, and Luca loved him. Luca loved him so much it made him cry, which was terrible, but Chris had fixed it, and now it was wonderful.
He kissed down the side of Luca’s neck in the way he remembered doing in Tom and Jax’s guest room right before Luca begged him for more, and Luca sighed. Chris wondered what else he could do to make Luca sigh.
“We should go somewhere else,” Luca said, all breathless and turned on.
Chris loved to make him sound like that.
“Unless you want to see the rest of the garden,” Luca added, pulling out of reach of Chris’s mouth. “We can, if you—”
“Are you kidding?” Chris demanded. “I want to have sex. Like, ten minutes ago, but I guess whenever we can get to the hotel is okay too.”
“Are you sure?” Luca asked. “I don’t want to push you. It’s all right if you are not interested in sex—”
“I wasn’t until Halloween, but you’ve been driving me crazy ever since.”
“I have?”
Chris licked his lips. “You bought me a smoothie, and then you sat in the kitchen with your lips wrapped around the straw, and I thought I was going to pass out, I got hard so fast.”
“You did?”
“Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten how hot you are.”
Luca reached up to trace the line of Chris’s jaw with icy-cold fingertips. “I have wanted you for so long,” he said. “Since the day we met. I suppose I got used to wanting you and not being wanted in return.”
Shock rendered Chris momentarily speechless. He caught Luca’s hand as it drifted past his jawline and held those cold fingers between his own to warm them up. “Since the day we met?”
“Yes. Perhaps not always as much as I do now, but it’s always…I’ve always…”
Chris wrenched him close in a tight hug. “I’m so sorry.”
Luca laughed into his chest. “What for? If you love me too—”
“You’ve felt this way for a year!” Chris couldn’t even imagine. “I thought you didn’t love me back for a day, and I was miserable. It must have been awful.”
Tilting his chin up to look at Chris, Luca said, “It did hurt sometimes, yes, but I was never sorry for it. Knowing you, being your friend, loving you, it’s made me better as a person. I like who I am when I am around you.”
How could Chris not kiss him then?
He got lost in it, Luca’s body pressed against his, their mouths fused together. Luca clung to him, the little sounds he made when Chris kissed him just right lost between their mouths. Chris wanted to hear every sound he could make. He wanted everything with Luca. He wanted Luca.
Slipping his thigh between Luca’s legs, he pressed closer.
He was taller, so much so his hips were in line with Luca’s belly button, but he could still feel the hard line of Luca’s erection pulsing against his thigh.
His own cock thickened in answer. Leonora had understated her mastery at her craft; any other pair of pants he’d owned would have strangled his cock into submission.
In these, he had room to breathe and room to let himself feel how excited being close to Luca made him.
“We need to go,” Luca said unsteadily between kisses.
“Mm-hm,” Chris said. Luca was right. This would be much more comfortable somewhere warm and indoors, where they could lie down together, and he could get at Luca’s neck without straining his own. But he needed another taste first.
Luca pinched his side—hard.
“Ow!”
“We need to go now, before we get photographed or arrested for public indecency.”
Oh. Right. People didn’t do this outdoors for reasons.
The Uber ride to the hotel ranked among the most painful experiences of Chris’s life, including the time he’d dislocated his shoulder in Juniors.
He’d taken cab rides home with ex-girlfriends before, sitting side by side in the dark after an evening out.
Usually, he filled the time chatting to the driver.
It had never been like this, full of tense, silent anticipation. Each brush of his hand against Luca’s sent a shiver down his spine. Each meeting of their eyes made heat pool in Chris’s belly.
He had to call all his exes and apologize for not knowing how this should feel. It wasn’t his fault or theirs, but Chris didn’t want to picture being alone in this. He didn’t know how to stand the heady rush of it all, even knowing Luca was right there with him.
By the time they got to the hotel, Chris was about ready to crawl out of his skin.
He pulled Luca straight into his room on the grounds that Luca had a roommate, and if Chris didn’t get to touch him in the next ten seconds, he’d literally, actually die.
Luca seemed to agree. As soon as the door shut behind them, he pressed Chris up against the wall, dragged him down by the lapels of his jacket and kissed him as if the last twenty minutes without had been nothing short of torture.
He wasn’t wrong.
When Luca pulled away, Chris grabbed at him, nowhere near done with the kiss. But Luca put more distance between them and kicked off his shoes and started pulling off his tie.
“Take off your suit,” Luca said hoarsely.
Chris complied. Luca’s eyes were hot on him as he undid his cuffs and pulled off the jacket, draping it over the chair.
“Buying you those suits is the best and worst decision I ever made,” Luca said.
He unbuttoned his dress shirt and let it fall to the floor.
“I had to watch you stand there, nearly naked, while she measured you all over. I had to listen to you talk about your massive cock, and all I wanted to do was get on my knees and worship you, and I couldn’t. ”
Whatever blood remained in Chris’s brain deserted it.
Not even good tailoring could make wearing pants comfortable at this stage.
He tried to hurry undressing, but his fingers had gone clumsy and nerveless.
Luca, shirtless, lithe, and gorgeous, took over, sliding each button out of its hole so sensually Chris couldn’t help think of what else he wanted Luca to be doing with those fingers.
“And then,” Luca said, his voice both rough and soft, “I had to watch you wear the suits I chose, like you were mine.”
“I am.” Chris had to clear his throat. He didn’t recognize his own voice.
A devilish smirk spread across Luca’s face. “Then I suppose I can do what I want with you.” He slid Chris’s pants down over his hips, leaving Chris to kick off his shoes, socks, and pants all in one go.
Then, he took Chris by the shoulders and maneuvered him to the bed, where he pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him.
Chris gulped.
Luca’s fingers, cool and gentle, snuck under the waistband of Chris’s underwear and snapped them against his skin. “Do you know how much of a tease these things are?” he asked conversationally.
“N-no.” Chris’s voice broke as Luca rocked his ass down over the bulge of Chris’s dick.
“Firstly—” Luca’s fingers wandered up Chris’s stomach and teased across his nipples.
“—they make your ass look criminal. Secondly—” He leaned down to bite at the nipple right after flicking it, which made Chris squirm and sigh.
“—all fucking season, you have been teasing me with the idea of your monster cock, and I still have not seen it.”
If Chris had any available blood flow, he might have blushed.
“I’m not, uh, it’s not…it’s just a cock.”
Luca raised a teasing eyebrow and lifted his hips up off of Chris’s waist.
Chris bucked up, following the stimulation. Luca tutted him like some sort of demonically sexy schoolteacher and swung one leg off so he could kneel beside Chris. He tugged off his blue trunks, patterned with silver moons and stars.
Chris’s erection sprang free, smacking into his lower stomach and dripping precome into his belly button.
“Just a cock,” Luca scoffed. He traced his fingers over the ridge of it.
Chris tried to remember how to breathe. He was used to being in control of himself during sex, making it all about his partner. He was not used to being so turned on that he had no idea what to do with himself. He took a breath and then another, almost panting.
“Are you all right?” Luca placed a steadying hand on Chris’s chest.
“Yeah.” Chris placed his hands on Luca’s. “A little overwhelmed, that’s all. I’m sorry. I should be doing something for you. What do you want—”
“I want to make you feel as good as you have made me feel,” Luca said. “I want to make you lose your mind the way you did to me. It’s fine if you are not comfortable—”
“I am,” Chris said quickly. “It’s…new…for me.”
Luca kissed his cheek. “I will take care of you.”
Chris’s whole chest swelled up as if he were being pumped full of helium. “Okay.”
“Now, where was I?” Luca slid down Chris’s body and stopped at eye level with Chris’s cock.
It twitched against his stomach.
“God, you’re glorious.”
“Me or my dick?”
“Mm, both.” Luca wrapped his fist around the shaft and stroked. His fingers didn’t quite meet around the circumference, but it didn’t matter. It still felt amazing.