Austin
AUSTIN
A s soon as we get back to Seb’s apartment, I press him against the door and try to get access to as much of his skin as possible while I kiss his neck.
“Fuck, let’s go to the bed.”
I barely recognize the way my voice sounds when I growl, “no, here.”
Seb pushes me back, “for what I have planned - bed,” he grins.
“Fine.”
We undress on our way and I pull him down on top of me when we get there, sighing at the contact of bare skin.
I squeeze his ass, pull him in closer and grind my hips against his while my heart pounds and blood rushes in my ears.
His face is flushed and those cute-as-fuck freckles stand out along his nose.
I grab him by the back of the neck and pull him in for a rough kiss. When he pulls away, his lips are swollen. He starts kissing a path down my neck to my stomach before sucking the head of my cock into his mouth. I think about those swollen lips, the cute gap in his teeth while I run my hand through his hair.
He comes up, straddling me, his muscular thighs either side of my hips while he looks for a condom in the drawer.
I watch him roll it over my cock while I massage his thighs.
He grabs a bottle of lube, but before he can open it, I pull him down and kiss him, his chest flush against mine. Taking the lube from him without stopping the kiss, I squeeze just the right amount out this time and slide my fingers along his crack while he grinds his hips against mine. Our lips clumsy, Seb moaning into my mouth when my fingertip finds his entrance and starts massaging its way inside.
He grinds down onto my fingers, shuddering whenever I find that spot. I need to be inside him, but fuck, I could do this forever.
He sits up and pushes my hand away before inching forward so my cock brushes against his ass. Memories of fucking him on my old bed, our skin wet from the shower, and the way it felt… holy fuck, I have to stop thinking about it before I lose it.
I set my jaw and focus while he positions himself on my cock and starts to dip lower. We groan together and his cheeks flush.
I need to get closer. I come up on my elbows and he brushes his lips against mine before picking up the pace.
He grips the headboard with one hand, wrapping the other around his cock while he rides me, fast and hard.
“Fuck Seb,” I grip his ass and pull him in closer.
Incoherent words spill out with the moans and grunts and sighs of pleasure, until we’re just saying, fuck together, over and over and Seb goes rigid, shudders running through him as his hand speeds up the tempo. Watching him jerk off while sitting on my cock is too much and I spill over into the condom while Seb rides out his orgasm, pulsing and tightening around me.
The flush on his cheeks starts to cool as he lies next to me and I watch him while he has his eyes closed. My chest contracting with the knowledge of all the things I don’t know about him yet. Like, how many different boarding schools did he go to? And can he speak any other languages? And are those boarding schools responsible for his European uses of certain words and phrases? The one I don’t really want to know the answer to – has he ever been in love before? – keeps pushing to the forefront, making me squirm.
He opens his eyes and catches me looking at him. I smile and he winks.
The fact we’re going to be apart in six months’ time makes my gut clench. I’ve been avoiding bringing it up, but I need to know what he’ll be doing next year. If he’s going to be working for his dad, then he’ll be miserable, but we can make it work. I can drive down from Boston, or he could come up for weekends. But if he’s moving to Canada for eight weeks, I won’t be able to see him at all. And who knows if the internship will turn into something more permanent? I’ll lose him, but he’ll be happy.
“Hey, did you apply for that internship yet?”
His head snaps in my direction. “That’s what you’re thinking about right now?”
Those big brown eyes on me settle the churning in my gut for a second and I smirk. “Amongst other things.”
He shakes his head. “No.”
“Why not?”
“There’s no point.”
I watch him climb out of bed naked.
“Why do you care so much anyway?” he asks.
I want to ask him to stop putting his clothes on, to come back to bed with me and let me feel his naked skin against mine while we fall asleep. I ignore the antagonizing lilt in his voice for now and pull him down into my lap. He’s fucking heavy and way too big.
“I like you,” I speak into his neck while I nip at the freckles dotting the pale skin.
“If you like me, why are you trying to ship me off to Canada?”
“It’s eight weeks, and I want you to be happy.”
“Fuck you,” he groans, but I can feel him smiling against my shoulder.
He stands up and grabs his laptop from the desk.
“Fine, if it makes you happy I’ll apply for the fucking internship… in Vancouver.”
“Okay.” I lean back on my elbows. The desire to rip the laptop from his hands and beg him not to move to a different country strong. But the desire to see him happy stronger.
“But you’ll have to put some pants on.”
“Why?”
“Because I have to write a personal statement, and I won’t be able to concentrate with you sitting there like that.”
I play Farming Simulator - it’s actually really fucking addictive - with the sound turned down low while Seb works on his personal statement, and when he’s finished, I read the application over.
“What do you think?” he asks.
“I think you’re too smart to be a hockey player and they’d be idiots not to accept you.”
My stomach flips, because his application really is amazing, and I’d say his chances of getting this internship are pretty fucking high. Vancouver, for eight weeks, fuck.
I wake up with Seb’s cock poking me in the back. Instinctively, I rub against it and he groans in his sleep, making me smile. I slide my hand between us and stop at his belly, waiting for him to wake up.
“Seb?”
“Mm?”
“You awake?”
“Mm.”
I slide my hand lower.
“ Oh. ”
“Sure you’re awake?”
“Yeah, I’m awake.”
We’re still grinning like idiots after sleepy morning hand-jobs and a quick shower. Everyone’s already at practise and Gray eyes us suspiciously as we walk in together with big smiles on our faces.
“You’re late,” he says.
I look at the clock on the wall. “No I’m not.”
“For you I mean, you’re usually here early.”
Seb goes off to his cubby to change and my heart sinks. Now it’s back to pretending. Back to the team hating Seb and being mad at me.
“Well, I’m here now.”
Coach comes in as I’m getting into my padding. He eyes me like he’s going to complain about me not being ready yet, but he keeps his mouth closed.
At least we’re fire out on the ice. It’s weird at first, going back to being linemates with Seb, trying not to think about the face he pulls when he comes, or the way his cock felt in my hand this morning while I jerked him off.
But once we get started, we focus. Communicating without words. Seb picks up all my signals in the practise game Coach sets up, and we score on the second line five times before Coach calls time.
I don’t even notice the guys ignoring me in the locker room or giving me weird looks until Gray sidles up beside me and tells me to ignore them.
“They’re just jealous.”
My face floods with heat. “Jealous of what?”
“That they’re never gonna catch up to you, and Yale, he’s improved a lot.”
“Hey,” I try to sound as casual as possible. “Don’t call him Yale anymore yeah?”
“Why not?”
I shrug. “Let’s just call him Huntington or whatever we call everyone else.”
Gray wrinkles his nose. “It’s a bit long.”
“Shorten it then.”
“Hunt? Hunty? I don’t like it.”
“Get used to it.”
I can feel him watching me while I put my hoody back on and try to ignore it.
“Since when have you two been BFFs anyway?”
“BFFs? What is this? A sorority? He’s my linemate, he’s your linemate, and I want this team to win the Frozen Four this year, don’t you?”
Gray swallows. “Yeah.”
“Good, so don’t make me give that fucking speech again.” I slap his arm and he tries a smile, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.
Most of the team have filed out of the locker room before I’m finished getting changed. Me, Gray and Seb stand outside the rink, wondering where to go eat. I suggest the pasta place, but Gray makes some excuse up about having to study and eating in his room.
“I’ll give you a ride back,” Seb says. “I’ve got studying to do too.”
My stomach drops. What the fuck? He doesn’t want to hang out with me? Not even to eat pasta at our shitty pasta place? What the fuck changed since hand-jobs and laughing in the shower this morning?