“Mhmm,” Fletcher hummed as he licked the bruise that started to form. Taylor could feel himself coming. He sped up his movements as he fingered Fletcher’s hole. He curled his fingers so he could hit Fletcher’s spot.
“I think I’m gonna come,” Fletcher whimpered. “You’re rightfucking there, baby.”
“Is my beautiful boy going to make his man come into his hand?” Taylor let out a breathless laugh.
“I’m your beautiful boy?” Fletcher panted. “Oh, fuck!” He cried out.
“You’re my special, sweet, beautiful boy, Fletcher. You’re taking such good care of me, sweetheart.”
Fletcher nuzzled his face into Taylor’s neck as he came around his fingers. He coated Taylor’s bare stomach in his hot spurts of cum. He jerked Taylor quickly until Taylor reached his own orgasm. “Fuck, baby,” Taylor cried out. He coated Fletcher’s hand in his own cum.
“Good boy, Fletcher. You did such a good job, my love,” Taylor cooed. He knew how much Fletcher loved praise.
“Am I a good boy?” Fletcher asked. Taylor slowly removed his fingers from Fletcher’s hole. Fletcher gave Taylor a few more strokes before letting him go, mixing their cum together on Taylor’s stomach.
Taylor nodded. “You’re my good boy.”
“Taylor’s good boy.”
29
The Hiking Game
After they got up and took a much-needed shower, Taylor and Fletcher spent the morning exploring a hiking trail right outside of town. Although Fletcher was a professional athlete, he quickly realized he was no match for the terrain.
“What did you say the elevation was?” he asked Taylor, fully out of breath. He heard Taylor a good ten feet in front of him let out a chuckle. He couldn’t complain. Not entirely. Taylor had his hair tied back in a knot— he refused to call it a “man bun” even though everyone on the team had called it that. Fletcher liked it because it gave him something to grab onto.
He wore a sleeveless tank, so his mouth-watering biceps and back muscles were on full display. The sun was beaming down on them, making the sweat on his skin glisten.
Fletcher probably could’ve kept up with him, but he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to gawk at his boyfriend. His boyfriend whom he loved. His boyfriend who loved himback. Fletcher was happier than a kid on Christmas morning. For him, it was like Christmas any morning he got to wake up holding Taylor in his arms.
“It’s not even that bad. Maybe like four hundred?”
“Ughh,” Fletcher groaned. “This sucks. Florida hiking is so much easier.”
“Honey, that’s because it’s flat,” Taylor laughed. “We’re on a beginner trail.” He turned around and waited for Fletcher to catch up to him before throwing his arm around Fletcher’s shoulder. “This is real hiking, Fletch. Not some walk through the Everglades.” Fletcher wanted to tell him that there wasn’t much walking you could do in the Everglades, but he didn’t want to ruin his image of it or crush his dreams.
Fletcher scrunched his nose. “You’re only saying that because you haven’t experienced Florida hiking. Usually it’s accompanied by a jump into a natural spring.” He wrapped his arm around Taylor as they continued to climb up the hill. “God, I love the springs. The water’s like so warm and clear and usually the snakes and the gators keep to themselves.” He sighed. That was probably one of the only things he missed about Florida.
“I’m not swimming in any body of water where there’s snakes or alligators,” Taylor told him seriously.
Fletcher scoffed at him. “You’re describing every single body of water in the entire state of Florida, babe. I’m not even joking.”
“Well then count me out.”
Fletcher reached up and firmly cupped Taylor’s jaw. “You’re passing up a chance to swim with an incredibly sexy hockey player?” He joked. He quickly leaned up and gave Taylor a peck on the lips before letting him go.
“Who, like Yuiry Pancek?MaybeI’d reconsider…” They both laughed.
“Just wait until I take you cliff jumping. We’ll have to go when we get home,” Taylor told him a few seconds later.
“And hit my head on a rock and die before I’m ever inducted into the NHL Hall of Fame? No thanks, babe.”
They continued up the hill until Fletcher decided they were done. Taylor told him he thought Fletcher still had a little more left in him, so Fletcher told him if he exerted all of his energy hiking then he would have none left for kinky hotel room sex later that night. That seemed to do the trick because Taylor quickly turned around and practically skipped back down the hill. They took a seat at a picnic bench as they waited for an Uber, sitting side to side as they silently scrolled on their phones. Fletcher loved how they could enjoy each other’s company like this. Just sitting in comfortable silence.
“I forgot to tell you,” Taylor said, clearing his throat. “Sánchez is meeting us for dinner tonight.”
“Sweet. I didn’t know he was in town. He’s from around here too, right?” Fletcher asked.
