I swallow thickly when I feel his undeniably hard dick press against my hip. Not that he was hiding it. We both lost that battle a while ago.
“Now.” This time, I can feel his lips move, brushing the sensitive skin of my ear. “Keep your hands on the stick and let me guide us home.”
As always, I’m all too willing to be led anywhere he wants to take me.
When I feel his hands grab onto mine, I close my eyes and let him use my body as an extension of his to take the shot.
“On the count of three,” he says, his voice rumbling through me. He draws the cue stick back, then slowly slides it back and forth between our extended fingers as he counts. “One… two… three.”
I don’t open my eyes to see if the shot is any good. Instead,when I hear the cue ball crash into the other, I turn around in his hold and press my lips against his, kissing him senseless.
Ryan
Well, well, well. I was wondering when he was going to break.
With our lips attached I press his backside against the table, then grab his ass with my hands and lift him to sit on the edge. His legs open, allowing me to step between them while his arms wrap around my shoulders. It’s glorious. And also stupid. We’re in our captain’s house. But also, I don’t know if I care. Lately, I’ve been beginning to understand why Kennedy laid one on Marshal after they won that game against Canada for everyone to see.
At the time, all I could think was that he was an idiot. An absolute moron. But now, after finding my own person, I envy his bravery.
I start laughing.
“Okay. I’m not that bad of a kisser,” Brandon says.
I shake my head, brushing our noses together. “I’m not laughing at that.”
He looks at me as if he doesn’t believe me.
I give him a quick kiss. “I’m such an idiot,” I say, then kiss him again.
“That was never up for debate.”
“No, I suppose it wasn’t.” I laugh again. “I’m having a revelation here. When I saw Kennedy kiss Marshal on live TV, all I could think was,holy shit. Connor Kennedy is a moron.”
Brandon drops his head back and laughs. “That is the opposite of what I thought.”
“What? Did you think he was a genius?”
“No.” Brandon laughs again and looks at me smirking. “I was thinking Gavin’s dick game must be incredible for Connor to throw away his career over it.”
I stare at him in disbelief. “That is not what you thought.”
“It’s notnotwhat I thought.” He shrugs. “Mostly I saw themkiss, and I felt excited, until Gavin was disappeared and the weight of it all came crashing down.”
I use my hands to tuck his unruly hair behind his ears. It’s soft under my fingertips.
He tilts his head, leaning into my touch. “Do you think there’s ever going to be a world where something like this is, I don’t want to say normal because that’s not what I mean, but?—”
“Not noteworthy?” I say, voicing what I’ve always wished for.
“Yeah. That.” He laughs again. “Like why is it a big deal?”
“It isn’t,” I say, then kiss him again because I can’t resist as I’m overcome with affection for him. It feels so good to finally have someone to talk to about this.“Sometimes I don’t know what’s worse. The people who hate us for just being what we are, or people who treat us like their virtuous cause. I know their intentions are good, but all it really does is push me further into the closet because I don’t want to feel like a zoo attraction for them to gush over purely because I’m gay.”
“Well, and let’s be real, we’re not what they want out of their gay men anyway. Not really.”
“You’re what I want, though,” I say, holding his gaze. Brandon is everything I’ve ever craved in another man. He’s a hard worker, dedicated, has a wicked sense of humor, and isn’t afraid to be quietly vulnerable. He brings out the best in me on and off the ice.Not to mention the fact that he’s a bricked-up athlete with a body I want to lick up and down, and a face I can’t get enough of.
I grab his hand and pull him off the table then lead him towards his room. I’m craving closeness to him, and it’s not just because I’m horny as all get out.
