“Hello,” Luca says.
I grin, and Axel stares happily at the screen. He grabs hold of my hand and squeezes it. I’m not sure if he knows that he’s doing it, but then he pulls me onto his lap. On the screen, I look ridiculous, perched on Axel’s lap like an overgrown child.A six-foot-one NHL player being cradled like a toddler. Super dignified.
Patricia giggles and nudges Luca. “Look how silly your father and uncle are?”
Luca smiles at us.
“Chairs are for one person,” I say.
“Oh, yeah?” Axel’s breath is hot against my neck. I settle into his warmth.
It’s actually…
Well, yeah, it’s actually pretty uncomfortable. I’m sliding down, the desk chair is wobbling, the wheels wanting to spin. I’m vaguely worried that the seat will snap off entirely, and Daniela will have to lecture us about destroying hotel property. My hip is digging into the armrest, and I’m fairly certain I’m cutting off circulation to Axel’s left leg.
But other than that, it’s wonderful. I haven’t slept in Axel’s room on this trip, since I have my own bed, but I’ve missed him. My cells settle, happy next to his warmth.
Axel must be more uncomfortable than me, but he holds me in his arms.
“How was your day?” Axel asks Luca.
Luca talks about playing with Stella, and Patricia adds some information.
Finally, Axel and I wave goodbye to Luca and Patricia. Axel ruffles my hair, and I get up from the chair.
“My limbs are broken!” Axel says dramatically.
He moves to the bed, and the room becomes much hotter. When I catch his eyes, he’s looking at me the way he’s been looking at me every night since this started.
“Come here,” he says.
I should say no. I should return to my own room and stare at the ceiling and think about how this is all going to fall apart.
Instead, I go to him.
His hands find my waist before I’ve even sat down, pulling me onto the mattress, rolling me beneath him. We’ve done this enough times now that my body knows the choreography. Shirts off. Pants off. His weight settles over me, and his cock is hard against mine.
“Is this okay?” he murmurs.
“Yeah.”
It’s more than okay. It’s the best part of my day, every day, and that’s the problem.
He wraps his hand around both of us, stroking slowly, and I arch into it. His forehead drops to mine. His breath mingles with my breath. We’re as close as two people can be without?—
Without what? Having this mean anything?
I squeeze my eyes shut and try to stop thinking.
“Enz.” His voice is soft. “Stay with me.”
I open my eyes. He’s watching me, and I don’t have a name for what passes between us.
He speeds up, and I let the pleasure take over, let it drown out everything else. When I come, it’s with his name on my lips. When he comes, his face is pressed against my neck, gasping.
We lie there afterward, tangled and sticky, his arm heavy across my chest.
“I’m gay,” I blurt.
