“Okay.If you want.Um, we don’t have lube.Or condoms.”Something I should’ve remembered when I asked him to fuck me because yeah, no way, no how, without lube.
“Guys used spit for centuries.You’re not that big.”
“Oh, thank you.”I put my hands on my hips and mock-glared at him.
“I like your size.Easy mouthful.”He snorted, no doubt at my expression.“And I’m on PrEP.”
“Me too.”Sticking the pills in an unmarked vial so my road roomie couldn’t recognize them was one more small part of the clusterfuck of being gay in pro hockey.
We stared at each other for a silent moment.We’d both quit PrEP the second year we were together, when we knew we were exclusive, for the long run.The fact that we’d both started again stabbed a pang of regret in my chest.I’d done that to us, broken that trust apart.
“I haven’t done much since you,” I told Miles.“Hand jobs, a few times, found someone at a club and stuck a hand down each other’s pants.I tried out an app, but the first guy I met up with said, ‘You look familiar,’ and he had Rafters’ hockey stuff in his place.I said I’d made a mistake and walked out.”
“I fucked a couple of guys, but they both came off as size queens, looking to add me to their collection.More blow jobs, guys who took a look and told me to keep that thing away from their ass.”
I ran a finger up his huge, still-hard shaft.“They don’t know what they’re missing.”
“Pretty sure they did know.”Miles shrugged.“I used condoms for the two guys.Didn’t trust them even with PrEP, you know.”
The thought of Miles fucking guys he didn’t trust made me sadder.Yeah, probably we should both get tested later, but tonight, I wanted skin on skin.I wanted Miles.“I trust you.”
“Yeah.Same.And Logan, I didn’t ask anyone else to fuck me.I don’t want that from anyone except you.”
Those words and the sincerity in Miles’s eyes brought some interest back to my flagging dick.“Yeah?”
Miles’s wide lips quirked up.“Yeah.Only one guy gets to stick his dick in my ass and not make me come.”
“Fucker.”I shoved his shoulder.“Maybe this time you will.Maybe I’ve been studying Tantric sex or something.”
“Have you?”
“Nope.”I shoved him toward the bed again, harder.“You’ll have to suffer through me having a good time all by my lonesome.”
Miles grabbed my head between his big hands and mauled my mouth.“That’s what I want.”He tugged his jeans high enough to walk.“Exactly what I want, except I’ll be having a good time too.Come on.”He kicked out of his shoes, made it over to one of the upholstered chairs, and began tugging off his socks.“You, hockey player, get naked.”
I shucked jacket and shoes, hurried to the other chair, and pulled my shirt over my head, tossing it on the seat.Stripped off my jeans slowly, because they were damp and I’d chosen my tightest pair.Dropped them on the floor to not stain the upholstery, and turned.
Holy fuck, maybe I had forgotten how incredible Miles looked naked.Acres of man, golden-furred on his wide chest, meaty arms, and thick thighs, long hair tumbling down past his shoulders, blue eyes bright under his heavy brows.He stood facing me, one big hand wrapped around his hard cock, his fingers almost long enough to circle the base.But not quite.
“You’re not naked yet,” he rumbled.“Get those shorts off.”
“Fuck.”I half-tripped, tugging my briefs over my feet, forced to clutch the arm of the chair, and Miles laughed.
“Yeah, right.”I stalked toward him, my cock totally in the game now.“You won’t be laughing when I fuck you.Get on the bed.”
Miles stripped the covers down and stretched out on his front, his face turned sideways on the pillows, his furry ass waiting for me.I thought I might’ve liked to kiss him and make out for a while first, but at the same time, fuck, that was one awesome ass, and I wanted to give Miles something no one else had.
I sat on the mattress beside him and bent to press my open mouth against the rounded bulk of his shoulders, then swept his hair aside to kiss and nip the base of his neck.“Gonna make you feel so good.”
“You always do,” Miles murmured into his pillow.
“Spread.”I tapped the inside of one knee, and he slid his legs apart for me to climb between them, moving his knees up the bed to raise his ass.However eager Miles was, I refused to hurry this, though.I kissed my way down his back, inch by slow inch, running my tongue over the fuzzy hair and soft skin.
“My back’s not a sex zone.”
“No?”I swiped a wet lick over the base of his spine, above the deep cleft of his ass, and he groaned.He had two dimples there and I dug the tip of my tongue into each one.
“Maybe some.”Miles shifted restlessly under me, no doubt rubbing his hard dick against the sheet.“A little.”
