To his credit, Phil lasted another three minutes before his cock stiffened a tiny bit more, and he came, spilling across Ben’s tongue.
For the first time, his grip on Ben’s hair went tight, but only for a second before he went back to carding through it softly, hips shuddering as he pulsed out spurt after spurt of come.
He was perfect.
Ben would break him if he didn’t stop himself.
When he finally drew off, a glassy sheen covered Phil’s eyes, and sweat beaded on his forehead.His shirt was rumpled, his dick hung out of his boxers, and he looked at Ben like he was the eighth wonder of the world.
I could get used tothis, Ben thought, before remembering that he absolutely could not.
“Come here,” Phil said.His voice came out low and scratchy as if he was the one who’d been sucking cock.He grabbed at Ben’s shirt, and Ben went where Phil pulled him—balanced precariously across Phil’s lap with his erection straining against the front of his jeans.
Phil dragged him down into a kiss, slow and syrupy now that he had come.“That was… God, Ben, no one has ever made me feel like that.”
Pride pulsed through Ben’s veins, letting him ignore the guilt for another moment.Phil’s fingers snaked down to Ben’s waist and undid the button and zip on his pants.
“You don’t have to,” Ben started, but Phil shushed him.
“This, I know how to do,” he said, pulling Ben’s cock out of his jeans.Of course.What was a hand job but mirror reversed masturbation?
Then Phil continued.“I did my time in Juniors.”
What the fuck did that mean?
Did Junior hockey teams have some sort of weird initiation ritual Ben was unaware of?
Ben opened his mouth to ask, but then Phil licked across his palm and wrapped his hand around Ben’s cock, and there was no way he could ask sensitive and restrained questions about Phil’s adolescent psychosexual awakenings.Not with Phil pumping his cock firm and steady with just a little twist at the head.Not sitting with his legs spread across Phil’s lap while Phil stroked him.He had to use what little brain power remained to concentrate on staying balanced.Beneath him, Phil’s amazing thighs tightened to hold him up, and Ben couldn’t stand the wave of heat that swamped him in response.He let his forehead fall onto Phil’s shoulder and enjoyed.
This turned out to be a tactical error because it left Phil’s mouth level with his ear.
“You made me feel so good,” Phil murmured as softly as a lover, a real lover, one who loved Ben.His lips traced across the shell of Ben’s ear, and Ben shivered all over.
Phil’s hand tightened around him, and Ben mouthed hot and wet all over Phil’s collarbone.
With a dexterity reserved for professional athletes, Phil kissed down the side of Ben’s neck, cupped his ass in his free hand, and continued to stroke Ben’s cock with a perfectly even, steady pace.
Ben had been turned on since the moment Phil admitted he’d felt anything at all, looking at the photo Ben had sent him.He wasn’t going to last.
“Faster,” he managed.
Phil sped up, both with his hand and his mouth, instantly obedient.Coachable.There would be a mark on Ben’s neck, red and bruised to match the marks hidden between Phil’s legs.Phil’s hand had gone dry, fast enough for a hint of chafing, an edge of pain, and that was it.Ben came hard, shooting ropy strings over Phil’s arm and his shirt as he shuddered down into his arms.
It took him a long moment to catch his breath.
When he did, he realized he was sitting splayed out on Phil’s lap with his pants open.Sweat dried slowly on his skin, sticking his shirt to his back.Come covered Phil’s abdomen and parts of his rucked-up shirt.As far as Phil knew, he had just fucked his boss.Beneath them, the bench creaked.
Ben pulled away with a hysterical giggle.
“So,” Ben said as he got to his feet and sorted out his clothes.“No clue what brought the question on, but I really don’t think you’re a homophobe.In case you’re still concerned.”
He did think Phil was confused and would definitely regret this immediately.
But Phil proved him wrong when he looked up at Ben, then down at himself, and laughed.
Chapter Eleven
“[…] ‘Anyone can play hockey’ is a fun catchphrase and all—well, not really, it’s not even particularly catchy.It’s just a phrase.But the truth is, hockey is still overwhelmingly white and universally straight.In a place like San Francisco, hockey doesn’t represent a lot of the local population, especially with the dinosaurs running the NHL banning the use of Pride tape and Pride jerseys.(For warmups!Not games!Effing warmups!) So how to get the community more interested in hockey?I think the Sea Lions are on the right track with their announced collaboration with ‘Pot of Gold,’ a shelter for LGBTQIA+ teenagers in the heart of the city.This is the kind of leadership people want to see from athletes.Let’s hope they aren’t only doing it for show.[…]”
