Beau
The Boston Terriers had won the Stanley Cup last night. The pounding in my head when I pried open my eyes was a stark reminder of the celebration that seemed to go on all night long. Not that I was complaining. It had been a dream since I had been a kid, and now it had finally come true. A dream I never thought would happen. Seeing the happiness on my teammates’ faces, their shouts and cheers, had been more than enough to realize that I could retire now if I wanted. But the thought of hanging up my skates didn’t sit right with me. I felt like I still had a lot more to give. Even if my body felt like it had been hit by a truck.
I sighed and twisted onto my side, only to feel a warm body next to me. What. The. Fuck. Please tell me that I didn’t do something really stupid last night while I was drunk, like bringing someone back to my room. My eyes flew open, only to see green hair and inked skin lying next to me. I let my eyes soak up all of him, every beautiful inch, before my fingers brushed the hair back from Dean’s face.
He smiled at me, his eyes still closed. “Morning.” His voice was thick with sleep.
“When did you get here?” I didn’t remember much from last night after the win. I hoisted up the Cup and there was champagne. Lots and lots of champagne. My head throbbed just thinking about it.
Dean chuckled softly. “You were pretty drunk when I knocked on your door. You told me to go away because you hada boyfriend and didn’t want some puck bunny trying to mess that up. But when you saw it was me, you dragged me inside and kissed me until I couldn’t breathe.”
“I mean, was I wrong to say that?” I reached over to touch his face. “I can’t believe you’re actually here. It feels like forever since I’ve been able to touch you.” I tried to remember him showing up here last night, but my mind was coming up blank.
Dean grabbed my hand to link our fingers together. “Maverick suggested it after he hopped on a plane to surprise Jax. And I thought if he could do it, so could I. I missed most of the game, but I saw the highlights. Congratulations, babe. I’m so proud of you.”
Babe. I liked that. Sure, baby was nice, but babe was better.
“Thank you.”
We stared at one another for what like forever, just taking one another until I tugged on his hand.
“You’re too far away.”
“You want me to come closer?” Dean asked.
I nodded. “I need you right here.” I patted my chest with my free hand.
“Okay.” Dean laughed and slid across the mattress. I let go of him so he could wrap his arm around my waist and rest his chin on my chest, staring up at me with those big, green eyes. “Better?”
I smiled. “Almost.” And even though I knew I probably had the worst morning breath in the world, I leaned down to press my mouth against his. Dean sighed happily as he parted his lips, and when he tangled his tongue with mine, all the blood went straight to my dick. I flipped him onto his back, pressing him against the mattress, my hands roaming all over his soft, supple skin. I had been single for years, happy with the occasional hookup, but Dean Frost had changed all that.
“Beau,” he whispered when I pulled away, his pupils blown wide. He reached up to run his fingers over my lips. “Please.” His erection pressed against mine through his thin cotton briefs.
I kissed his forehead. “You need something from me, Pink? You want to come?”
“Yes, please, Daddy.” Dean rubbed himself against me, and I groaned softly. This was a hell of a way to wake up the morning after winning the Stanley Cup. “Please, please, please,” he begged.
I slid my hands down to his waist so I could pull his cock out of his underwear and then did the same for myself. I licked the palm of my hand, then grabbed both of us in one hand and jerked us together. Jesus, that felt amazing. Heat streaked up my spine, and pleasure boiled in my veins.
I dropped wet kisses against Dean’s jawline before I got to his neck. “You’re so beautiful,” I murmured. “Such a good boy.”
“Don’t stop,” he moaned. “Please, Beau, don’t stop. I’m already so close.”
I was, too. It had been too long since I had been this close to Dean. Felt the heat of his body against mine and heard the sounds he made. He was so needy when he was horny, too.
“You’re going to come for me already, Pink?”
“Can I?” His eyes were warm with the look of sex.
I captured his mouth with mine, fucking my tongue between his lips and squeezing our cocks together as I jerked us. Dean groaned into my mouth, his nails digging into my shoulders. His body trembled beneath me as he tried to hold off his orgasm. He really was a good boy.
I leaned forward so that my lips were against his ear. “Come for me, good boy. Come for Daddy.” That shouldn’t be as hot as it was, but I couldn’t help myself.
“Fuck.” Dean’s eyes rolled back, and hot cum splashed between us. It coated my hand and his stomach as he whimperedand shook. Watching him as he gave in to the pleasure pushed me over the edge, and my release quickly joined his in a sticky mess over his taut stomach.
I dropped onto my back next to Dean on the bed, trying to catch my breath. “That was a hell of a good morning.”
“Mm, yeah, it was.” He sighed softly and then reached for my cum-covered hand. He brought it up his mouth, and I watched, wide-eyed, as he sucked each of my fingers clean. “I don’t know which is yours or mine, but I thought I would give it a try. I haven’t even given you a proper blowjob yet.”
