He’s been my first for so many things now, I guess I owe him.
The smile on my lips is definitely for the private joke no one but the guy in the box would understand.
CHAPTER 9
NOAH
We win in a shootout, so the locker room is upbeat despite how messy that game was. Coach praises us and scolds us at the same time. Reminds us we won’t always be so lucky and wishes us a happy New Year. Luke and I head to the showers at different times. It’s an unspoken thing we do now. We avoid being naked with each other as much as possible in public, but in private clothes are rarely on.
I get back into the locker room as Luke is tucking his shirt into his pants. Baxter is at his stall peeling out of what’s left of his gear, a gnarly set of dark stitches in his forehead above his left eyebrow. A few other guys are pulling on jackets or slipping into dress shoes as they get ready to leave. Everyone is still talking about Luke’s special hat trick.
“I can’t believe I missed it,” Baxter groans. “You and Alexander work well together.”
“Yeah, he’s fed me my last two goals,” Luke says without looking at me. “Finally found his spot on the team… as my puck concierge.”
Luke looks over with a cocky smile and I drop my towel and reach for my boxer briefs. Yeah, the timing is on purpose. “Shots fired,” Baxter quips. “But seriously, good to see you guys getting along. I was beginning to think there was an issue.”
“Nah. We’re all good,” I say causally as I pull on the rest of my suit.
Luke is ignoring everyone, typing something on his phone, and then he looks up. “You still need a lift, Prince?”
I nod.
“Well hurry the fuck up,” he grumbles. “I got plans tonight.”
“Hot date?” Baxter asks.
“Yep,” Luke replies without hesitation. “After a game like that I need to fuck the hell out of someone.”
“Lucky girl,” Baxter laughs.
I smirk and dress as fast as I can without drawing attention.
We ride to Luke’s place in relative silence, talking only about the game, like normal teammates who haven’t spent the last week licking and sucking and climaxing all over each other. My to-do list has grown since Christmas Eve. I added things like rimming and ass play and knocked them off the list as fast as I added them. With Luke’s help of course. I’m worried now, but also excited because there’s only one big thing left on my list. I want to cross it off tonight, but then what?
As we walk toward his house, the Vegas strip glittering off in the distance, I decide to just man up and ask him. Because if I’d been brave enough to talk to him back when we were teenagers, maybe we’d have found this place we’re in sooner.
He opens his front door and motions for me to enter. I step into his hall and flick on the overhead light, finding the switch by memory. I went from never setting foot in here to basically living here. Although he’s been to my big, barren rental apartment a few times too. “So, you need to fuck the hell out of someone, do you?”
He chuckles and his hands find my waist, slipping under my jacket and around my sides before meeting at my belly button and pulling me back into his chest. “You know the rules. You call the shots.”
“Yeah, you say it every night.” I smile as his lips start to make a journey up the column of my neck and his arms hold tighter to my torso.
“Because I mean it,” Luke says and now his deft fingers are undoing the buttons of my shirt from behind.
I start moving and he walks like he’s fused to me, still undoing my buttons. His bedroom is at the end of a long wide hall to the left of this sprawling ranch and by the time we make it there we’re both naked. Our clothes are like breadcrumbs scattered from the front hall to the bedroom door.
I fall back onto his king-sized bed and take him with me. We kiss like it’s nothing and everything at the same time. His hand slides between us and he takes both our cocks in his hand and I moan and push into him and he strokes us together. And as much as I love this new mutual masturbation thing we do, it’s not what he promised. “You said you wanted to fuck someone tonight. I assumed I was the lucky girl.”
“Fucking smart ass.” He grins against my lips. “But yeah, you assumed right.”
Since we’re side-by-side, I reach over his hip and cup his ass, making sure my fingers trail across his crack. I had my fingers in there last night. Luke begs me to do everything he’s done to me to him, and it’s incredible. But it might stop tonight. I don’t know if Luke bottoms. He kisses me again but it’s brief and then he lets go of our cocks and cups my face. “I think I want to be the one who gets fucked first.”
Okay, question answered. Luke bottoms.
“Really?”
“Yeah I mean… unless you want to.”
