One hesitant hand settled at the back of Phil’s neck.Phil resisted the urge to pump his fist in victory.
Then, he opened up Ben’s pants and pulled them down until they fell around his ankles.He pressed a kiss to the swell of Ben’s cock before pulling down his briefs as well.
“I have no idea what I’m doing,” he reminded Ben before opening his mouth and taking the head of Ben’s cock into it.
“Thought you were supposed to be showing me how good—oh, fuck.”
Gotcha, Phil thought, and if he felt smug about it, well, he wanted Ben to know that about him too.Getting a lover going deserved a little smugness.
There was no point in comparing it to going down on a woman.Beyond Phil being on his knees for someone (figuratively, it would be a while before he could get on his knees literally), the two acts had little in common.Instead, Phil focused on what he knew about Ben.
He knew Ben liked it a little rough, liked when it hurt.He tried grazing his teeth along the shaft as he pulled away, and Ben rewarded him with a shocked intake of breath.He knew Ben enjoyed sharp friction, so he kept his mouth tight and let the head of Ben’s cock rub against the inside of his cheek.He kept up a slow and steady rhythm as he got used to it.
Above him, Ben said, “Phil,” and “keep going,” and “like that,” so he must be on the right track.He couldn’t take it all in his throat the way Ben could, but once he knew how to coordinate his mouth and his tongue, he wrapped his hand around the base of Ben’s cock and stroked in time.It required a lot of coordination, sure, but Phil had spent years learning to coordinate different body parts to move in unison.Who knew hockey had such transferable skills for cocksucking?
His favorite part was how Ben’s hand slid up from the back of Phil’s neck to the base of his head.He didn’t touch Phil’s hair, just the shaved part where the skin felt thin and sensitive.And he didn’t push or pull; he simply left his hand there as if to ground both of them.But that firm touch made Phil feel tethered, held down, and kept.Ben held such power over him, though he chose not to use it, and Phil found he loved knowing Ben could take anything he wanted.
Eventually, Phil’s jaw got sore, and he pulled off to continue with his hand.Ben looked down at him with an expression of such open fondness it bowled Phil over.Whatever else happened, in this moment, he truly cared for Phil, and Phil treasured that knowledge.A thin string of saliva stretched between Phil’s lips and the head of Ben’s cock.As Phil watched, a bead of precome welled at the top.Without a thought, he licked it off.
It didn’t taste particularly good, but Ben said, “Oh my God,” all in one breath, winded and overwhelmed, and Phil realized abruptly he’d gotten hard.
His cock pressed tight to the inseam of his suit pants, and his pulse pounded throughout his body.He licked his lips as he continued to stroke Ben, and Ben made another hurt, plaintive noise.
Phil reached out and grabbed his ass in both hands, gripping tight till his fingernails sank into the soft give of flesh, and dragged Ben forward to take him into his mouth again.
“Phil,” Ben said urgently.“Phil, I won’t last.”
He was going to come.He was going to come in Phil’s mouth because Phil made him feel good.Sweat beaded on the back of Phil’s neck, and his cock twitched, trapped tight between his thigh and pants.
“Phil,” Ben warned again.
Phil scraped his teeth carefully, delicately along the unprotected head of Ben’s cock.
Ben fell utterly silent as he came, shooting across Phil’s tongue in pulse after pulse.When he finished and pulled in a shuddering, heaving breath, Phil realized Ben had been holding still so he wouldn’t choke Phil.The consideration made him leave a sticky kiss on Ben’s hip.
“How was I?”Phil asked.
Ben laughed tightly.“It’s a good thing you already proposed, or I might.”
Phil grinned up at him and then licked his lips.Definitely an acquired taste, but he’d gotten used to whiskey, which tasted objectively worse.
“What can I do for you?”Ben asked, trailing his eyes down to the thick line of Phil’s cock.
Phil shook his head.
“But—”
“Later,” Phil said.“This was for you.”
He tried not to read into Ben’s tremulous smile or soft kiss, but it was a lost cause.No matter what scraps Ben gave him, so long as he didn’t fully reject what Phil had offered him, Phil would keep hoping for more.
Chapter Sixteen
“[…] Looking down the barrel of the trade deadline, what do the Sea Lions need and where can they stand to lose someone?It’s obvious.Their defense is wildly inconsistent from night to night and lacks depth.And their goaltending is decent, but only when Dmitriyev is starting.The answer is clear: The Sea Lions need to pick a forward or two that they can stand to lose—ideally one with a big enough cap hit to make a difference—and invest behind the blue line.For reference: Tom Crowler is at 9 million AAV, Jax Grant at 7.5 million (a steal), and Mike Vanderbilt is next at 6.75 million.Offense may get them to the playoffs, but defense is what gets them through.”
Top comments:
sealionsfan82: Funny, only a couple weeks ago Starling said the team would never make the playoffs because the offense was too inconsistent.Oh, how the turntables.
