I turned my head slowly and looked where he was looking.
The scene across the yard had changed.
Coach was the one against the glass now. He had his back to the window, broad shoulders spread wide against the pane, his shirt gone and his chest bare in the low light of the room behind him. His chest was heavily furred, dark hair spread thick across his pecs and trailing down the center of his stomach, and Jace was pressed against him with his face buried in it.
Jace was going at him like he was starving.
His mouth worked across Coach's chest in long open kisses, lips dragging through the dense hair, face pressing in like he wanted to disappear into it. His hands were braced on the glass on either side of Coach's shoulders.
Rook shifted forward in the chair.
He got both hands at the hem of his practice shirt and pulled it over his head in one smooth motion, and the damp fabric came off with the faint smell of the rink clinging to it, and he dropped it on the floor beside his pants without ceremony.
“Come up here,” he said.
I rose onto my knees between his thighs and got my hands on his legs, palms sliding up from his knees to the tops of his thighs, and leaned in.
The first press of my lips against his chest went straight through me.
I started at his sternum and worked outward, slow and reverent, lips open against the warm skin and the dense coarse hair that dragged against my mouth with every kiss. I breathed him with my face pressed into his chest and felt my eyes close without meaning to.
His hand came down to rest on the back of my head.
“There you go,” he murmured. “Take your time.”
I moved across to one nipple and pressed my lips around it and worked my tongue slowly over the warm skin there, and he made a low sound above me and his fingers tightened in my hair.The hair on his chest was thick enough that my tongue caught in it, the texture rough against the flat of my tongue, and I took my time learning every inch. I dragged my lips sideways through the hair, kissed the ridge of muscle beneath, moved back across to the other side.
“Fuck, Soren.” Low. Quiet. “The mouth on you.”
I pressed my face into the center of his chest and just breathed.
His free hand came down to my jaw, thumb pressing against my chin, tipping my face up. I looked up at him with my lips still against his skin and he looked down at me with his pupils blown wide and his mouth slightly parted.
“Open,” he said.
I opened.
He gathered saliva on his tongue and let it fall and I took it and closed my mouth around nothing and felt the warmth of it slide down my tongue and my whole body shivered. He watched my throat work when I swallowed. His thumb traced along my lower lip afterward, gathering the faint wetness there, and he smeared it across my mouth like he was marking something.
“Good boy.”
I bent back to his chest and kept going. Working my way lower now, lips and tongue moving through the hair down the center of his stomach, the trail thickening as I followed it south, and his stomach muscles clenched under my mouth as I moved. The line of hair led me down to the waistband of his boxers and I pressed a long kiss just above the elastic and heard him exhale sharp and slow above me.
He tipped my face up again.
This time he leaned forward and spit onto my chest directly, warm and wet, landing on my collarbone above the collar and sliding down my sternum, and the sensation of it running across my skin made every hair on my body stand up at once.
“Fuck,” I said, soft and shaken.
“Rub it in.”
I got my hand up and smeared it across my chest, palm flat, spreading the warmth of it into my skin, and his eyes tracked my hand the whole way with an intensity that felt almost physical. His other hand dropped between his own legs and pressed against himself through the boxers.
“Come here.”
I rose up onto my knees higher, bringing my face level with his, and he got his hand around the back of my neck and pulled me in and kissed me.
The kiss was open and unhurried and wet, his tongue sliding against mine, and I put my hand on his chest and let my palm drag downward as we kissed, through the hair, over the flat of his stomach, down across the hard ridge of muscle above his waistband, and then lower.
