I was minutes away from self-combusting. I could feel the cells in my body uncapping the tiny gasoline canisters and lighting the minuscule matches.
I did as he asked, thrusting, rubbing, moaning so loud I was sure the hotel room next door could hear. Didn’t matter. We were the only guys on the team staying on this floor.
Gabe slowed his strokes. He let go of our dicks and leaned down, cupping my head in his huge hand, kissing me, his cock pulsing against mine. I grabbed his neck and wrapped a leg around him. His body weight on me felt like a protective shell I never wanted to remove.
“You’re so fucking hot,” I said, staring into his eyes and finding flecks of green and gray in that infinite expanse of blue.
He kissed me again. “And so are you. I’ve never played with someone on my team that gets me hard out on the ice.But every time I see your face—” He kissed me. “—I find myself wanting to do that—” He thrust against me. “—and that.” He nipped at my bottom lip.
I was already so close to coming, but I wasn’t ready just yet. I wanted to edge this as long as possible. Soaking in the pleasure before the inevitable explosion.
I grabbed his hips and pushed him over onto his back.
“I’ve been wanting to do this,” I said, flipping and moving so that I was lying down on my side with Gabe’s cock in my face and mine in his. I inched my hips forward. Gabe grabbed me and took me in his mouth like he’d been told I was the last soda can in the desert. I gobbled him up with the same thirst, swirling my tongue around his head and savoring that salty pre. I rubbed his thigh, massaging the hard muscle as I worked his dick.
He stopped sucking my dick for a second. “Fuck, Eli, I’m close.”
I took that as a sign to keep blowing him, taking him deeper down my throat. He went back to working on me. I was close too. I could feel it in my stomach, my body tensing, my eyes closing. I was about to give a warning but was caught off guard by a jet of cum blasting down my throat.
“Holy fuuuucck,” Gabe shouted, emptying his balls. I swallowed everything he gave me. My orgasm hit at the same time, my cum shooting out and getting Gabe on his chin and chest, some of it going over him and onto the headboard.
“Goddamn,” I said, rolling onto my back and staring at the ceiling with a goofy grin on my face and stars flickering across the white paint.
Gabe appeared, hovering over me. He smiled, his glazed chin catching the light just as it dripped down onto my lips.
I licked it up. “Mmm, didn’t know you were providing dessert.”
“Technically, you provided it,” Gabe replied with a laugh.
“This is true. This is true.”
He leaned down and kissed me, getting me even more messy. I kissed him back, melting into this moment, realizing something and quickly stuffing it to the back of my mind.
What I wanted to avoid is happening…
“Let me get us a towel,” Gabe said, climbing off the bed and walking to the bathroom, leaving me with a view that would put the Grand Canyon to shame with how glorious it was.
He returned, still naked (thank God), and handed me a warm, wet hand towel. I used it to wipe my face and my dick clean and dry. Gabe happily took it and walked it back to the bathroom. He then went to the mini-fridge and squatted down, giving me another view that was somehow better than the first.
“Want a water or a Gatorade?”
“I’ll take the water, please.”
“You got it.” He grabbed us water bottles and came back to the bed, his big dick swinging between his legs, still dripping. He uncapped it for me and handed it to me. I took five huge gulps. My body was relaxed, but my heart started to race again. With the main act out of the way, what would the rest of the night hold? Was Gabe suddenly stricken with post-nut clarity and possibly regretting it, or just ready to put some clothes on and go to bed? Or… he wasn’t putting on any clothes as he got back onto the bed.
Huh.
“Do you mind if I sleep naked?” he asked, ever the gentleman.
I wanted to say, “Of fucking course not, and I wouldn’t mind at all if you sleep with your dick against my ass the entire night, either,” but I contained my feral thoughts and said, “Nah, I like to sleep naked sometimes too. Especially in hotels.”
“Good, because I didn’t want you putting on any clothes anyway.” He sat against the headboard, one arm behind his head and the other relaxed at his side.
I audibly swallowed. I moved to rest beside him. He put a leg over mine, our feet rubbing together. It was a simple little thing that made a flurry of big things come alive in my chest.
There was a stretch of comfortable silence as we both caught our breath and soaked in the moment. The curtains were drawn open, which made it seem like a painting of the night sky was hanging on the wall. I imagined myself floating up toward the slice of opulent white moon that was visible.
“You know,” I said, speaking without any filter, “my body hasn’t felt this relaxed since that one time I found a Groupon for a Swedish deep-tissue massage, and I ended up with a masseuse that bent me like origami and beat the knots out of my back like they owed her a bag.”
