I wet my lips with my tongue, then gulp. I no longer care if anyone touches that damn trophy. Let’s just hurry up and get the fuck out of here.
Ryan
I think the best part of winning might be the sex that comes after it. I swear, my dick has been hard since the final goal horn went off, announcing the end of the game. All through the trophy presentation, and then the locker room celebration afterwards, all I could think about was getting Brandon back to our hotel room so we could fuck.
And I mean truly fuck. Down and dirty. Enough of this sweetness, I need to claim him tonight.
So once I have him laid out on the bed with our clothes off, I flip him over onto his belly, then spread his cheeks and go to town.
The moan Brandon lets out when I slide my tongue across his hole is music to my ears, better than any goal song. He tastes delicious. Like victory and cheap Irish Spring locker room soap. Honestly, though, the mood I’m in, the urgency I feel humming all throughout my body, making every nerve sing, I’d be down here licking him clean even if he hadn’t showered back at the arena.
That shower was brutal. Watching him soap himself up and wash himself off. Watching his hair drip rivulets of water overhis shoulders when he was drying off. Watching him get dressed back into his suit.
I don’t even care that my teammates probably noticed I was leering. They know about us. Who cares?
I don’t. Not anymore. Not when I’m finally getting everything I’ve ever wanted. Family. Acceptance. Someone I can be myself around and share all the little parts of me with.
Someone who cries out my name and begs for me to fuck him while I rim his hole.
“Ryan. Please,” he says, his voice muffled by his arm. He lifts his hips higher.
The motion frees his dick underneath him. I bring my hand to it and start to stroke him in pace with my licks.
“Oh… fuck…” he stutters, then flips himself over, freeing himself from my hand and my tongue.
I rub the sides of his thighs with my hands. “You alright?”
“Too alright,” he says. His eyes are wild and blown wide open. He gestures for me to come to him and when I do, he grabs my face and pulls me down for a kiss. “Fuck me, please. Before I come all over these sheets without you.”
I grin at him, then kiss his lips again. He doesn’t have to ask me twice.
Pulling away, I reach for the lube on the bedside table, then squeeze a heavy amount onto my palm. I spread it across my dick first, then use the remainder on his hole. He’s already pliant underneath my fingers.
Satisfied that he’s ready, I place a pillow underneath his hips. He’s already stroking his dick as he spreads his legs for me.
Looking down at him, I press the head of my cock against his hole. His eyes are relaxed, like he’s the one who’s getting what he’s wanted for years. Like taking my dick is what he was made for.
I shiver as I push inside, and he takes me all the way to the hilt with ease. I pause and enjoy the feel of him warm and tight all around me.
He’s staring right up at me, his eyes hooded, his mouth slightlyopen, his cheeks flushed, his hand slowly working his swollen dick. He reaches up for me with his free hand and pulls me down, bringing our lips together again.
“I’m yours,” he says when he breaks our kiss. “Own me right now.”
And own him I do. My thrusts start out slow. I want to drag out every push and pull so I’ll never forget what he felt like the first time. I listen intently to his moans, so I know what he sounds like when he’s giving himself over to me. I kiss him again and slide my tongue into his mouth, so I remember how he tastes. I look down at him as my pace begins to quicken, so I can commit to memory what he looks like when I make him come.
Beautiful. That’s what. His bright blue eyes widen as his orgasm hits. And as tempted as I am to look between us so I can watch him shoot his load across his stomach, I can’t look away.
And I’m so glad that I don’t. Because it’s his blissful, carefree smile as his orgasm ends that pushes me over the edge. With a final snap of my hips, with his hole clenching and unclenching around my dick, I come harder than I ever have, deep inside of him, forever making him mine.
THIRTY-FOUR
Brandon
“Good practice today, guys,” Coach Chris says as he wraps things up. “Go get showered, then be ready to get on the bus. We leave for the hotel in an hour.”
“Yes, Coach,” we all say in unison before we begin to skate off the ice.
This was the perfect way to begin preparation for this final round. We flew into Buffalo this morning and have just finished up a quick practice on their ice to get a feel for it before the first game of the Stanley Cup Finals tomorrow.
