When Tobias started fucking Chase with his tongue, it sent him careening toward orgasm.
No, no, no, not yet.
Chase wanted this moment to last forever, but as Tobias groaned above him, Chase knew it wouldn’t be long before they were both exploding. Probably for the best, since Chase couldn’t be sure how long he’d been inverted.
His prediction came true quickly, as Tobias pointed Chase’s cock at the ceiling, sucking on his head as his fingers replaced the tongue at Chase’s hole. They shouted out their release within seconds of each other, Tobias’ come filling Chase’s mouth and spilling out the sides.
Once they were spent, Tobias carefully laid Chase down on top of his mat, spinning so he hovered above him and using his discarded shirt to wipe away the mess on Chase’s face. When he finished, Tobias brought their lips together in a passionate kiss, mixing the taste of each other between them.
After one more sweet kiss, Tobias held Chase’s body against his, nothing but warmth between them, and Chase wondered if Tobias would freak out. They breathed heavily, and Tobias rested his forehead against Chase’s as he waited for Tobias to make the next move. He was a skittish animal Chase wanted to keep calm.
The worry fell away as Tobias pulled Chase against his lips, their kissing languorous and soft, with nowhere in the world they needed to be except right here.
Tobias chuckled against Chase’s lips, causing him topull back to find delight on Tobias’ face.
“I think we need to add that to my training,” Tobias said, his hand sliding down Chase’s back until he could reach his ass, squeezing one of his tight cheeks. “I can respect the benefits of it.”
Chase couldn’t help giggling, and he didn’t have the energy to stop. Before long, they were both laughing, their faces still pressed together.
If someone had told the sixteen-year-old version of Chase as he watched an Inferno game he’d one day deep throat the hot goalie while helping him train to get on the ice, Chase would have demanded they take him back to the future with them. He wouldn’t have wanted to wait another fourteen years for it to happen.
18
WALKING INTO THE PHILLY Inferno arena for the first time in three years was bittersweet. Tobias hadn’t planned on never returning, but year after year passed and he remained focused on Madison and the gym, and pretty much nothing else.
It was past time for a change.
“The guys are just finishing up practice, and Kendrick is so excited to see you,” Sophie Hanson said as she led him through the arena, her heels clacking as they walked through the mostly empty building. Her long, dark hair blew off her face thanks to their walking speed. He wasn’t sure how anyone walked in heels, let alone quickly. “Thanks again for coming in. I’m glad we got your headshots out of the way, and now we have your measurements, so we’ll have your new uniform ready for game day.”
When they arrived at the locker room, Sophie scanned an ID card and the doors unlocked. Tobias took a calming breath as he walked in with his gear bag on his shoulder. A wall of noise immediately assaulted him. The locker room was filled with players, most of them still fully dressed in their gear.
A blur of black, red and orange attacked him from his side, and arms wrapped around him in a death grip. He dropped his gear bag to the ground.
“Tobias fucking Moyer is in the building,” Shane Kendrick shouted from where his sweaty head pressed against Tobias’ pec. The only thing visible was his blond hair, slightly darker from sweating.
Thanks to Shane’s announcement, shouts erupted around the locker room welcoming Tobias back to Philly, like he’d never left in the first place.
Tobias couldn’t swallow past the lump in his throat as players approached him, offering hugs, back and ass slaps, handshakes and cheers like they’d just won the Stanley Cup. It was a welcome he’d never expected, and it got harder to blink away the tears by the second.
“Give the man some breathing room,” Sophie’s voice rang out over the din. “You’re all like a bunch of animals fighting over a piece of meat.”
“Aw, Soph, you don’t like meat?” rookie defenseman Keith Schilling asked teasingly. The team drafted him the summer after Tobias retired and spent some timedeveloping him in the AHL, so they hadn’t met before. He looked young, his freckles and dark stubble doing nothing to hide his baby face. Still, Tobias would put him in his place if he thought he could talk to Sophie like that. Luckily, he didn’t have to.
“Oh, honey,” Sophie said with a mocking pout. “Men like you inspire veganism.”
The rest of the team roared with laughter, and Keith’s face turned red, although he still smiled at Sophie.
Tobias should have known Riley’s sister could take care of herself. Riley may have been a protector when it came to Josh, but Sophie basically grew up with both of them as older brothers and had to fend for herself.
“Schilling, you know better than that,” Captain Grayson Mills, or Gray as everyone called him, said as he lightly hit Keith’s shoulder. The man could have stunt doubled for Adam Driver, and may have been scarier than when he played Ben Solo. He somehow managed to maintain a solid relationship with everyone despite his gruffness. His compliments were aggressive, and some might call the support he gave his teammatesgentle bullying.
Tobias would never forget the first time Gray came to him after a game and told him his saves were a thing of beauty, winning them the game. He somehow made it sound threatening, like he wouldn’t let Tobias get away with thinking he hadn’t played a great game. It workedevery time, and Tobias loved watching him scare rookies with his combative compliments.
“Hey, she’s the one who called Tobias a piece of meat,” Keith said.
“I meant that figuratively, Schilling,” Sophie said, not at all intimidated by the room full of half-dressed men. Maybe he should bring her around Madison so the confidence would rub off on her.
“Here ya go, Schill, in case you need to learn the wordfiguratively,” Shane said as he grabbed a dictionary from his locker and tossed it at the guy.
