Chapter Fourteen
“Do you ever get used to that?” Kyle asked over the roar of twenty thousand people cheering as Scott’s goal was announced.
Kip grinned, his eyes fixed on Scott’s face on the enormous scoreboard screen. “Nope.”
“Like, that’s your boyfriend. Your fiancé.” It was suddenly a lot easier to tease Kip about Scott. He no longer felt a stab of jealousy or longing when reminded that Kip was spoken for, and Kyle didn’t want to think too hard about why that was.
“I know,” Kip said. “We argued about coffeemaker settings this morning.”
Kyle laughed, imagining it. He’d felt a surprising lurch in his own chest when Eric was announced at the beginning of the game as the starting goaltender. Eric wasn’t his boyfriend, but their night together had been incredible, and Kyle had been obsessing over it ever since. And it wasn’t just the sex that he couldn’t stop thinking about. It was all of it: the dinner, the conversation, the way Eric hadn’t dismissed him when Kyle had confessed that he was more passionate about bartending than academia. In fact, every moment they had spent together had been wonderful, starting with their brief conversations at Scott and Kip’s engagement party. Eric had Kyle thoroughly smitten.
And now he was on the ice in full hockey gear, looking like a gladiator as an arena full of fans cheered him on. It was hard to believe he was the same man who’d shyly asked Kyle to boss him around a bit in the bedroom.
It was an afternoon game against New Jersey, so the building was rowdy.
The score was now 2–0 for New York in the third period, thanks to some amazing saves by Eric.
“I want him to get a shutout,” Kyle said.
Kip nudged him hard. “Don’t say it out loud! You’ll jinx him!”
“Wow, Scott has really rubbed off on you.” Kyle regretted saying it immediately because he knew what was coming.
“All the fucking time,” Kip drawled.
Kyle looked at the clock. Six and a half minutes left.
Come on, Eric. You’ve got this.
He hadn’t gone to a game with Kip in a while, and he’d never been this on edge watching one. His stomach twisted with nerves, not just because he wanted the Admirals to win, but because he didn’t want Eric to get hurt.
How did Kip deal with all this stress?
“We picked a venue,” Kip said, casually stealing a handful of Kyle’s
popcorn. “For the wedding.”
“Really? Where?”
“We found an inn near Bay Shore—more of a resort, with a main building and cottages around it. We booked the whole thing.”
“That sounds...” Expensive was the first word to pop into Kyle’s head, but he finished with, “awesome.”
Kip smiled. “I know. It’s a total dream wedding. We wanted to do it out of the city, but not too far. And we wanted somewhere private. We’re hoping we can do the ceremony outdoors, near the water.”
“So no center-ice wedding?”
“Fuck no. Scott loves the fans, but this is for us.”
Kip gazed dreamily at the circle where Scott was now bending to take a face-off. Kyle’s eyes locked on Eric, crouching at the top of his crease. Kyle indulged in a brief fantasy of dancing with Eric at the wedding. It could happen, even as friends.
The crowd started yelling angrily, and his attention turned back to the game. One of the Admirals players had gotten a penalty.
“Total bullshit,” Kip grumbled. “That wasn’t even close to slashing.”
Kyle hadn’t seen it, but he agreed. “Fucking ridiculous.”
Now the Admirals would be short one player, and the face-off was happening in their zone, close to Eric. Kyle wondered if Eric was stressed about that. Or maybe this was fun for him. Maybe this was the hockey goalie equivalent of a skier standing on the rim of a headwall. Kyle had lived for that feeling once, and still loved it whenever he got the chance.
New Jersey won the face off and, for the next fifty seconds or so, unleashed a barrage of hard shots at the Admirals’ net. Eric was unbelievable, shutting down a scoring chance at one side of the net, then quickly sliding to the opposite side to stop the rebound shot. A slap shot came from the blue line that hit Eric so hard in the chest that Kyle could feel it. The crowd roared their approval. When the play finally stopped, they
chanted Ben-ny, Ben-ny and the DJ started playing Elton John’s “Benny and the Jets.”
“He’s so fucking good!” Kyle said, beaming with pride like he was somehow responsible for Eric’s talent.
“He’s amazing,” Kip said. “I’ll bet he could play another five seasons at least.”
Kyle wondered. Eric seemed healthy and, based on his impressive upside-down yoga abilities, very fit, but how much longer could a body endure this level of punishment?
On the ice, Eric seemed to be shaking off that last save. As if being hit with a hundred-mile-an-hour slap shot was the same as stubbing your toe.
The jumbo screens showed a close-up of Eric’s face as he flipped his mask up. He looked remarkably calm as he squirted water into his mouth, as if he was hanging out at a park instead of throwing himself in front of rocket-fast hockey pucks.
There were now less than four minutes left in the game, and one minute left in the penalty. Kyle handed Kip the rest of his popcorn because he was too nervous to eat anyway. Besides, he needed to clasp his hands together even though he didn’t believe in prayer. It just felt right.
He wanted Eric to get this shutout.
He wanted Eric to invite him over to celebrate tonight.
The possibility that Kyle might get to again have this man—the same man who was right now being loudly adored by an arena full of excited fans —was exhilarating. He wanted nothing more than the chance to take him over, and then completely take him apart.
He suddenly understood why Kip had been sexually obsessed with Scott for almost three years now. This was heady fucking stuff.
The last minute of play was announced. The penalty was over, but New Jersey had pulled their goaltender for the extra attacker. Kyle resented them for it. It was so unlikely that they would score two goals in the next minute to tie the game that Kyle wished they wouldn’t bother trying. Why ruin Eric’s shutout for no reason?
They had several good scoring chances during that final minute, but Eric stopped any pucks that made it through the defensemen. When the final ten seconds were being counted down, Kyle was yelling out the numbers louder than anyone. Finally, the siren sounded to end the game, and Kyle leaped out of his seat. “Yeah! Fuck yeah, Eric!”
Kip laughed as he bent to gather his coat from his seat. “Looks like Benny’s got a new number-one fan.”
“I’m happy for him,” Kyle said, though what he was actually thinking was I want to fuck him. He watched as the Admirals hugged on the ice, then saluted the crowd with their sticks before leaving the ice.
“This is the boring part,” Kip said. “The post-game stuff takes forever.
Especially after a win. You wanna go to Shake Shack?”
Kyle blinked at him. “You ate for pretty much this entire game.”
“There’s always room for Shake Shack. Come on. My treat.”
“No way. You provided the tickets. The least I can do is buy you a burger.”
Kip waved a hand. “The tickets were free. Come on.”
“Scott told me about Eric.”
Kyle froze, dangling the ShackMeister fry he’d been about to pop into his mouth in the air. Did Scott know Kyle and Eric had hooked up? “What about Eric?”
“That he’s bi. Scott told me Eric told you first, which is interesting.”
Kyle tried to play it cool. “Were you surprised that he’s bi?”
“Yes! I had no idea. Scott didn’t even suspect, and he’s one of his best friends.” Kip laughed. “Scott’s not really the best at clocking people, though. So why did Eric tell you?”
Kyle dropped his fry back into the container. “I don’t know. We’ve been hanging out a bit. I guess he just wanted to tell someone who wasn’t that close to him.”
“What, like he practiced coming out? With you?”
Kyle bit his cheek to keep from grinning. Eric had practiced a lot of things with Kyle. “Yeah. Something like that.”
Kip studied him, frowning. “What’s going on with you two?”
“Nothing.”
“Because I did the secret dating thing with an NHL star and it wasn’t—”
“I’m not dating him,” Kyle said truthfully, though he wished it were a lie.
“We’re just friends. Like you wanted us to be.”
Kip smiled at that. “That’s cool. Scott told me Eric was in a great mood at practice yesterday. Maybe you’re a good influence on him. He needs to
have some fun.”
Kyle looked down at his fries so Kip wouldn’t see the flush that was creeping up his neck. Had Eric been in a good mood because of Kyle? Had he also been unable to stop thinking about their night together?
Kip was looking at his phone, so Kyle pulled his own phone out. There was a message from two minutes ago.
Eric: Are you free tonight?
Kyle grinned at his phone, then quickly wrote, I am. Feel like celebrating?
Eric: I really do. Can you come to my place? Maybe in an hour?
Kyle: I’ll be there.
“What are you smiling about?” Kip asked.
“Uh, just a guy wants to meet up with me.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Someone I met at work.” Kyle realized as he said it that it wasn’t actually a lie. “So...” He stood up, grabbing what was left of his cookies and cream milkshake because there was no reason to waste it. “I should get going. Gotta freshen up a bit first, y’know?”
Kip grinned at him. “Have fun. Scott’s going to meet me here.”
Kyle quickly dipped and kissed him on the cheek. “Thanks for inviting
me today.”
“Anytime. See you soon.”
Kyle rushed out of the restaurant and into the nearest subway station, giddy with realization that he was going to get his hands on Eric Bennett tonight.
Eric felt invincible. He was always charged up after a win—especially a shutout—but tonight he felt confident and attractive and horny as fuck. This must be how his teammates felt when they talked about needing to get laid after a big win.
He tried not to let any insecurities creep in and ruin this incredible high he was riding. He ran upstairs to his bedroom to make sure nothing was out of place, which, of course, nothing was. He checked his nightstand drawer and was relieved that he had plenty of lube left in the bottle. After a moment of worrying about appearing too forward, he set the bottle on top of the nightstand. There was no reason to be shy tonight. Eric found the simplicity of this arrangement exciting. He didn’t have to guess or be subtle. He could see why hookups were appealing for a lot of people, as long as it was with someone he trusted.
His doorbell rang and Eric darted down the stairs, heart hammering with anticipation. He opened the door and found Kyle, bundled into a scarf and hat, cheeks pink from the cold.
“Hey,” Kyle said. He was smiling, and for a moment Eric couldn’t speak because he looked so beautiful. Then he finally snapped out of it and stepped aside to let Kyle in.
Kyle set his backpack down and removed his outerwear, which Eric took from him to stow in the closet. Kyle was in bartender mode tonight: a white T-shirt, faded jeans, and no glasses. It was a look that was designed to tempt men, and it was probably what Kyle normally wore when he was meeting a hookup. Eric wasn’t sure if he was disappointed that he wasn’t getting the softer, grad student version of the man.
“It was fucking hot watching you get that shutout,” Kyle said, stepping close.
“It was pretty hot getting that shutout,” Eric said. He tilted his head, his lips hovering in front of Kyle’s. “I feel like celebrating.”
“Yeah, let’s do that.”
There was no caution in this kiss. No chaste warm-up. The moment their lips collided they were devouring each other, Kyle’s fingers gripping Eric’s jaw, and Eric palming the back of Kyle’s head. Every nerve in Eric’s body buzzed with need. He felt ravenous and ready to drink his fill of this gorgeous man.
Kyle pushed him back against a wall, Eric’s back thudding next to the painting they had been admiring together at the party. Kyle grabbed Eric’s wrists and pinned his arms against the wall. The sudden vulnerability sent a jolt through him, and he gasped as Kyle kissed his throat.
“You like that?” Kyle said against his skin. “Would you stay like that for me if I ask you to?”
Eric groaned in response, then managed a strangled, “Yes.” He would stay like this as long as Kyle wanted, sore muscles be damned. He would fight through the discomfort, like he did when practicing yoga, and command his body to endure it. For Kyle.
He could feel the press of Kyle’s teeth against the tender flesh near his Adam’s apple, and he guessed that Kyle was smiling.
“You seemed to like it when I was calling the shots last time.”
“I did.”
“Maybe we can play with that, then. Because I meant what I said last time: I’d love to introduce you to the wonderful world of edging. I have a
feeling you’d love it.”
Eric nodded. “Okay. We can try that.”
Kyle stroked a gentle hand over Eric’s beard, then gripped his jaw and kissed him fiercely. The force of it made Eric’s legs wobble. He wanted Kyle to do whatever he had planned right here, against this wall, but Kyle was the voice of reason.
“Why don’t we go upstairs so we don’t knock that painting to the floor?” he murmured.
Startlingly, in that moment, Eric couldn’t give a fuck about the painting.
But Kyle was right; they needed a bed. “Yeah. Yes. Upstairs.”
Kyle stepped back. “You go up. Get naked and wait for me on the bed.”
He chuckled, probably amused by the dazed expression on Eric’s face. “Go.
Now.”
Kyle played two levels of Angry Birds Blast on his phone, which he felt was enough time for Eric to get undressed and ready for him. He walked up to the story below the master bedroom—the yoga studio. He took his time, taking a leisurely stroll around the dark studio space, making his footsteps heavy. He hoped Eric could hear him, and that he was tense with anticipation.
When he finally ascended the stairs to Eric’s bedroom, he found him stretched out on the bed, naked, with his hands folded on his chest and his ankles crossed. His cock was thick but not quite hard, and rested against one muscular thigh. Kyle gave himself a moment to drink that image in.
God, there were so many things he wanted to do to this man.
Kyle dropped his backpack on the bed. He considered removing his shirt, but decided to leave it for now. He liked the imbalance of being fully dressed while Eric was naked. Up close he could admire the definition of Eric’s finely honed muscles. And the numerous dark bruises all over his body. What this man put himself through every day was astonishing.
He could tell Eric was trying to appear comfortable and relaxed, but the tightness in his knuckles, and the way his abs were clenching and releasing, gave him away. Kyle wrapped a hand around Eric’s ankle and squeezed, then released him and trailed the backs of his fingers up Eric’s leg until he reached the top of his thigh. Eric sucked in a breath when the hand got close to his crotch, but Kyle pulled it away.
“You are absolutely stunning,” he said. “Look at all that muscle.”
“I exercise.”
“How much tension do you carry in those muscles?” Kyle asked, squeezing one of Eric’s biceps. “How much pressure is on these shoulders?”
In response, Eric closed his eyes and sighed out a long breath. Kyle played with his hair, gently combing through the thick curls. He wanted to soothe him and pamper him, and then he wanted to wring him out.
“You can let it all go,” Kyle said softly. “Your only job tonight is to feel good. And it’s my job to make sure you do.”
“Yes,” Eric whispered, keeping his eyes closed.
Kyle bent down to kiss him. Eric opened eagerly, pulling himself up to get a better angle to deepen the kiss. He slipped a hand under the hem of Kyle’s T-shirt, sliding his palm up Kyle’s stomach to lift the shirt.
Kyle covered the hand with his own, stopping it. “Nice try,” he said. “I think I’ll keep my clothes on for a bit.”
“Seems unfair.”
“I never promised to be fair. Lie down.”
Eric’s eyes went wide, and Kyle pressed him back into the mattress with a firm hand on his chest. Having even this much control over this powerful, beautiful man was intoxicating. Kyle wanted a weekend alone with him. A week. A year.
When Eric was settled, Kyle began to warm up his body with the lightest brush of his fingertips. There were fresh bruises from the game that day, and Kyle avoided them as he traveled across Eric’s chest, down to his chiseled stomach, then dipped into the deep grooves under his obliques. He
watched Eric’s dick twitch and thicken in response, but he didn’t touch it.
Instead he walked to the end of the bed and opened his backpack.
“What’s in there?” Eric asked.
“You’ll see.”
Kyle decided that he’d better get started; otherwise they were still going to be here at midnight, and he had no intention of sleeping here. He considered blowing Eric first, but he knew from last time that it would get Eric too close too fast. He would save that for a later round. The first one would be relaxing and slow, with lots of talking.
Eric was fully hard now and Kyle hadn’t even touched his dick. This was going to be fun. He’d noticed the lube Eric had set on the nightstand, but Kyle pulled a bottle of his personal favorite lube out of his backpack.
“Did you jerk off today?” Kyle asked as he drizzled some lube into his
palm.
“No.”
“Good. Yesterday?”
Eric furrowed his brow, as if he needed to think about it. “No.”
Kyle wrapped his slick hand around Eric’s cock, which made Eric hiss and clench his abs. “You must be dying to come then.”
“I can go...a while,” Eric said hoarsely.
“Really?” Kyle asked conversationally as he slowly pumped Eric’s cock.
“Not me. I need to come at least once a day, usually.”
“You’re young.”
“And you’re not old.” Kyle kept stroking him, closely watching Eric’s face. He was grimacing and his brow was still furrowed. Far too tense. “I
think you’re going to like this.”
“You say that to everyone you torture?”
“I don’t do this for just anyone. This is premium service you’re getting here.” He added a twist on the down strokes as he continued to stroke Eric, keeping his grip loose. “This is going to be the best orgasm you’ve ever had. I promise.”
Eric grunted in response. Kyle picked up the pace a bit.
“I love edging myself,” he continued. “This morning I got myself close three or four times before I let myself come.”
Eric swore quietly, and Kyle knew he was picturing it. Good. He wanted Eric to imagine it, the way he’d been sprawled out naked on his bed, cock swollen and glistening and his skin flushed and slick with sweat. God, Kyle
had never taken a dirty photo of himself—not after what had happened with Ian—but maybe he would, if Eric wanted one. If Eric wanted to see what Kyle looked like when he was fantasizing about him. When Kyle was worn out and desperate to come.
Kyle gripped a little harder and kept talking, wanting to make it clear.
“You know what I was thinking about when I was doing that?”
“What?”
“I was imagining this. You laid out for me to play with for as long as I wanted.” It wasn’t a lie at all. Kyle had been fantasizing about exactly this when he’d brought himself to the brink repeatedly that morning. Well.
Almost exactly this. “In my fantasy you had a vibrating butt plug in, but we
can work up to that.”
“Fuck.”
Kyle wasn’t kidding. He knew exactly which plug he wanted to fill Eric with. He could control it with an app on his phone.
“Tell me when you’re close. That’s my only rule.”
“What happens—” Eric sucked in a breath. “What happens if I don’t?”
“Then the fun will be over, and I don’t think you want that. I know I don’t.” Kyle was no sadist, and he’d never been into mixing pain with pleasure. He had no interest in adding to the bruises that covered Eric’s body. What Kyle really loved was having impressive, confident men surrender control to him, and he’d never had anyone as impressive as Eric Bennett.
Eric didn’t reply, but he did open his eyes. They locked gazes as Kyle started stroking him harder, faster. He used his free hand to fondle Eric’s heavy balls. Eric was racing toward climax already, Kyle could tell. He wondered if Eric would follow his instructions and tell him when he was about to come. How much did he trust Kyle?
“I’m close,” Eric warned, and Kyle bit his lip to stop a delighted, goofy grin from taking over his face. He was trying to look commanding here. He gave Eric a couple more strokes, then released his cock, but kept caressing his balls.
“Fuck.” Eric half groaned, half laughed the word. “You do this for fun, huh?”
“Just wait.” Kyle stretched over Eric’s body and kissed him slow and deep for a minute or two. He stopped when he realized that Eric was
humping him. Kyle swatted his thigh. “Naughty. Do you want me to leave
you like this?”
“I could handle it.”
“Then I haven’t worked you hard enough. Let’s try again.” In one fluid move, Kyle slid down Eric’s body and took his cock deep into his mouth.
“Ah! Fuck.” It was the loudest sound Kyle had ever heard Eric make. If he hadn’t had his mouth full, he would have smiled about it.
Kyle was in love with Eric’s cock. It was the thickest one Kyle had ever seen in person, and it was decently long as well. Kyle usually preferred to top, but damn, he wanted to know what that monster cock would feel like inside him. He relaxed his throat, taking Eric as deep as he could. He wanted this one to be quick, so he was relentless, sucking hard and
swallowing around the head.
“God, I’m close again. I’m going to—”
Kyle pulled off, and Eric punched the mattress.
“Uh oh. Are you mad at me already?”
“No,” Eric grumbled.
“We’ve barely started.” Kyle straddled his hips and smiled down at him.
“You could at least take off your shirt,” Eric complained.
“I suppose you’ve earned that.” Kyle pulled his T-shirt off and dropped it to the floor. Eric’s hands were on him immediately, gliding over his flanks and then across his chest.
“You’re beautiful,” Eric said, then pulled him down for a kiss. Eric’s kisses had quickly become Kyle’s favorite thing. There was a sweetness to them that Kyle wouldn’t have expected before they’d started doing all this.
When Kyle had watched him from afar, the few times he’d come into the bar with Scott over the past couple of years, he’d enjoyed brief fantasies of Eric taking him hard against the wall in the back room. Maybe after Kyle had gotten him so turned on that Eric couldn’t resist him anymore. And he’d imagined Eric on his knees for him, his strong hands digging into Kyle’s ass cheeks as Kyle fucked his mouth. The fantasies had been hot, but the reality was exhilarating beyond anything that Kyle could have imagined. Eric kissed him like he was important, like Kyle was something precious, and
Kyle couldn’t get enough of it.
It was a dangerous way to be thinking.
He forced himself to break the kiss, then rolled off Eric and walked to the end of the bed. He needed a moment of distance to clear his head, to remind
himself what he was doing here. He wasn’t important or precious to Eric.
Kyle was just a helpful friend who knew his way around a cock.
He reached into his backpack and pulled out a new masturbation sleeve that he’d only used a couple of times but had completely blown his mind both times. “You ever use one of these?”
“I don’t even know what that is.”
Kyle sighed dramatically, as if he didn’t love being the one to introduce Eric to new levels of pleasure. “Oh, Eric.” He poured some lube inside the toy and lined it up with Eric’s cock. Without further ceremony, he carefully pushed the sleeve down until it covered Eric’s shaft completely.
“Holy—what the hell is that?”
“It’s a sex toy,” Kyle said, deliberately bratty.
Eric narrowed his eyes at him. “I’ve heard of sex toys. I’m not that ignorant.”
Kyle laughed. “It’s a sleeve that has fun bumps and ridges inside. Feels great, doesn’t it?”
Eric let out a long groan as Kyle gave him a few slow strokes. “That’s incredible.”
“I know. I used it last week on myself, and I came like a fucking volcano.”
Eric groaned again, possibly at the vision of Kyle using the toy on himself, and possibly because he was envious of Kyle’s orgasm. Maybe both.
Kyle gave him another long, slow stroke watching as the toy swallowed Eric’s dark, swollen cock. “Let’s see how long you can last with this guy.”
It turned out to not be long at all. About two minutes until Eric’s toes started curling.
“Something you wanna tell me?” Kyle asked mildly.
Eric pressed his lips tight together.
“Because it looks like you’re about to shoot your load.”
Eric was breathing hard, and Kyle let him believe he’d won for a second, then pulled the toy away. Eric whimpered as his cock jerked angrily against his stomach, red and shiny with lube.
“Were you not going to tell me that time?” Kyle teased. “Because maybe you don’t even need to. Maybe I can just. Tell.” To prove it, he counted to ten in his head, then started stroking Eric with his hand. In under a minute Eric’s abs were clenching and his balls were lifting, and Kyle let him go.
“Ah. God. Fuck you,” Eric gasped. “I was so close that time.”
“Your balls are so fucking tight,” Kyle chuckled, tracing a finger over them. “I can’t wait to see this load.” He idly thumbed the sensitive spot just under the head of Eric’s cock and watched a bead of precum escape from the slit. Kyle was sure his own cock was leaking right now. It was getting difficult to remain in control, the way Eric was unraveling for him.
Eric’s chest was rising and falling rapidly as he struggled to compose himself. “Can...can you take off your jeans?”
Kyle smiled. “I like that you’re turning this into a game of strip poker.”
He stood and made sure Eric was watching as he thumbed open the button on his fly. His erection was obvious, straining against the denim, so he massaged the bulge with his hand as he watched Eric’s face. He looked wrecked: eyes glazed, skin flushed, and sweat dampening the curls at his temples. Kyle would bet he would do almost anything he asked right now.
“I want you to do this one,” Kyle suddenly decided. “Stroke yourself. Get close, but don’t come.”
Eric made an irritated rumble, but he did as he was told. He wrapped his hand around his dick and started slow, careful strokes while the rest of his body trembled with the effort of not coming.
“That’s right. Slowly,” Kyle said. “Like last time. Remember last time?”
Eric nodded, his teeth digging into his bottom lip as his brow furrowed with concentration.
“Good,” Kyle whispered as he slid a hand inside his own underwear.
“You’re doing great, baby. You’ve got me so hard.”
“I want to see,” Eric panted.
Kyle stepped out of his jeans, then pushed his briefs down and off. He pulled his rigid cock down and let it slap back against his stomach. “See how fucking hard I am? That’s because you look so fucking gorgeous right now, stroking yourself for me. Doing what I say.”
Eric whimpered, and squeezed his eyes shut for a second. When he opened them again, Kyle noticed how glazed they looked. Eric’s gaze fixed on Kyle’s cock, so Kyle gave it a few lazy strokes for him.
“Can I—can you—” Eric gritted out. “Fuck. I can’t. I’m going to—”
“Let go,” Kyle said firmly.
Eric did, though he looked surprised about it. He scrubbed a hand over his face and groaned in frustration. Kyle sucked in a breath, and he felt like his heart had stopped. He could tell Eric was in agony, but he was willing to
endure it. For Kyle. Fuck, it was staggering. He gripped the base of his own cock, and took a steadying breath, before reaching to pick up the toy again.
“Get on your knees,” he instructed, hoping the tremor in his voice wasn’t obvious. Eric was up in an instant, legs wide with his knees pressing hard into the mattress. He was magnificent.
Kyle bent to drop a soft kiss to the head of Eric’s weeping cock. It was an apology, and a promise. And a thank-you. He straightened, then slipped the toy over the head and held it still. “You’re doing the work this time. I want you to fuck it.”
Eric didn’t need to be asked twice. He braced his hands on Kyle’s shoulders and started thrusting into the toy with gusto. Kyle let out a whimper of his own as he watched him, imagining what it would be like to be fucked by this man.
“I wish that toy was me,” he said, daringly. He didn’t want to pressure Eric, but his head was full of awesome dirty thoughts and he wanted to share them. “I’d love to feel that thick cock of yours inside me. Fuck, I’ll bet you’d tear me apart with that thing.”
Eric grunted and thrust faster. He was so strong, and so fit. Kyle bet he could go for hours if he could hold off on coming. He could hold Kyle down and just pound into him.
“You picturing it?” Kyle asked. “You pretending this toy is me? That you’re stretching me and filling me and—”
Eric’s nostrils flared as he squeezed his eyes shut. Kyle yanked the toy away, and Eric screamed in frustration, humping the air uselessly.
Okay, maybe it was time.
“Lie down,” Kyle said gently. “On your back.”
“Please,” Eric whimpered.
As soon as Eric was arranged how Kyle wanted him, Kyle settled between his spread thighs. He took a moment to admire the results of all his hard work: Eric Bennett, flushed and glistening with sweat and lube. His eyes wild and pleading, and his hair damp and tangled against the pillow.
Kyle slid a hand up one of Eric’s thighs, and watched Eric’s desperate cock twitch. His balls looked huge, full to bursting, and Kyle wanted to open the floodgate.
He started jerking him off. There was no teasing this time; he stroked hard and fast, cupping his loaded balls with the other hand. Eric begged him with his eyes, and Kyle nodded. “Yeah, gorgeous. Let’s see it.”
Two more pumps and Eric erupted. He arched off the bed, howling with relief as the first spray of his release hit his chest. Kyle moaned along with him as his own cock jerked and released precum, eager for his own release.
Kyle stroked Eric through his epic orgasm, watching in amazement as he kept spurting. He didn’t let him go until he was drained, his cock managing one last dribble to join the impressive amount of come that coated Eric’s stomach and chest.
“Oh my god,” Eric gasped. “That was—holy shit.”
“Yeah,” Kyle agreed breathlessly.
“I’ve never come like that. Fuck.”
Kyle pulled himself together, then chuckled. “Good, right?”
“Amazing. I didn’t know.”
“Stick with me, babe.” Kyle leaned down and kissed him. “I know all sorts of stuff.”
Both men rested beside each other while Eric caught his breath. He was so wrecked that it took him several minutes to notice that Kyle was calmly stroking himself. Eric rolled on his side to watch him.
“Can I help with that?”
Kyle smiled lazily at him. “I have a feeling you’d rather clean yourself up.”
Eric ducked his head, embarrassed by how accurate Kyle’s words were, but also touched by how well he knew him already. And by how considerate he was. “I’ll just be a second,” he promised.
“Take your time.”
He watched Kyle for another moment—he truly looked like he was in no hurry at all to finish, despite the fact that his cock was rock hard and glistening with precum—then went quickly to the bathroom.
He figured being drunk had to feel a bit like this. His legs were like jelly, and his head was floaty. Every part of him was loose and relaxed and...happy. He felt so damn happy.
Eric had never experienced anything like what Kyle had just done to him.
Not even close. He would definitely play with edging the next time he was jerking off. He knew it wouldn’t be the same as having Kyle do it for him—
of giving that control to somebody else—but it would be an exercise in discipline, and Eric was no stranger to that.
He cleaned himself off and examined himself in the mirror. His hair looked like he’d just pulled his goalie mask off, damp and unruly. His eyes were glassy and his skin was flushed and glistening with sweat. He looked, as some of his teammates might say, well-fucked.
And Kyle was in his bed right now, stroking himself and possibly thinking about Eric and the way he’d made him lose control. Eric was surprised he wasn’t ashamed of how unrestrained he’d been.
He wasn’t ashamed of anything they had done, he was only concerned about how much he wanted to do more. He wanted Kyle to show him everything he knew, and Eric wanted to give him whatever he had to give in return. That part was scary enough, but it was Eric’s longing for intimacies with Kyle beyond sex that had him truly terrified. He wanted to spend time together even if they were doing nothing at all. He wanted to learn everything about him, and open himself up to him, and Eric needed to put a stop to that line of thinking before he did something stupid.
When Eric returned to the bedroom, Kyle was resting against a stack of pillows, one arm draped over his head and the other hand slowly working his cock. He was exquisite, as rare and beautiful as any piece of art in Eric’s collection. His long, toned legs were stretched out in front of him, loose and relaxed. His cock, with its delightful curve, was still hard and was now glistening with lube.
“What do you want?” Eric asked. The sight of Kyle languidly pleasuring himself had sparked some energy back into Eric’s exhausted body. Even his cock was making an effort to rise again.
“Come here,” Kyle said. He patted the mattress next to him, and Eric went immediately. He sat up with his back against the headboard because he was worried that if he lay all the way down he might fall asleep, as drained as he was. Kyle surprised him by wedging himself between Eric’s thighs, then reclined backward against Eric’s chest.
Eric wrapped an arm around him, pulling him tight against him, loving the feeling of having him so close. Loving how perfectly Kyle fit against
him.
“Am I hurting you?” Kyle asked.
“Hm?” The last thing Kyle was doing right now was hurting him.
“The bruise, I mean. Bruises, rather.”
It was adorable how concerned Kyle was about Eric’s bruises. They’d been something Eric had carried on his skin for so long, he couldn’t remember how it felt to be without them. He supposed he would find out, soon enough. After he retired. “It’s fine. I’m used to them.” He kissed Kyle’s temple. “I like this.”
Kyle turned his head and kissed Eric’s bicep. “Yeah?”
“Mm.” Eric dragged his free hand over Kyle’s stomach, then wrapped his fingers around his cock, replacing Kyle’s own hand. He stroked him slowly, trying to match the pace Kyle had been keeping.
“Yeah. Just like that,” Kyle said dreamily. “Love being held like this while you work my cock.”
Eric huffed shakily. “You don’t keep much to yourself, do you?”
“Why would I? I think you like my dirty talk.”
“I do,” Eric admitted. There was no point in lying about it; his cock was hard again and poking Kyle in the back. He liked so much about this man, but he knew he needed to keep most of it to himself.
He watched the glistening head of Kyle’s cock peek in and out of the tunnel of his hand as he stroked him faster. It was only Eric’s second night being with a man—with this man—but he felt confident in what he was doing. The angle was familiar, like he was jerking himself off, but the lovely moans and sighs Kyle was making as he squirmed in Eric’s arms were new and exciting.
“Good?” Eric asked, his lips brushing Kyle’s ear.
“So fucking good,” Kyle drawled. He shifted so he was rubbing his ass against Eric’s dick, which felt incredible. Eric had been thinking a lot lately about what it might be like to fuck a man. More honestly, he’d been thinking about what it would be like to fuck this man. Even as spent as he was right now, he wanted to bury himself deep inside Kyle. But that was probably a lesson for another day.
The thought made him groan, and he muffled it against Kyle’s shoulder.
“What are you thinking?” Kyle asked breathlessly. “Tell me.”
So bossy. Eric had been conditioned by a life of playing hockey to obey orders, but obedience had never felt this thrilling before. He helplessly shared his thoughts with Kyle. “I want to fuck you.”
Kyle tensed against him. “Yeah?”
“Can’t right now, but soon. If you want.” Kyle had said he’d wanted it, earlier. But had that been real? Or just dirty talk?
“Oh, fuck, Eric.” Kyle started thrusting into his hand. “Want you in me.
I’d make it so good for you.”
“I know you would,” Eric said gently. He kissed his hair and held Kyle tighter. He had only known Kyle a short while, but trusted that he would be patient and kind with him. That he would make it fun and relaxing, making Eric laugh as much as he made him gasp and moan. It would be wonderful, and Eric should probably make sure it never happened because he was certain there’d be no coming back from that. His heart would be gone.
Kyle’s head rolled against Eric’s shoulder, his mouth slack as they both watched Eric’s hand blurring against his cock. Eric was focused on his goal, pushing nonsensical thoughts about losing his heart away and commanding himself to be present. He listened to Kyle’s body the same way he listened to his own while practicing yoga, wondering if he should stop before Kyle came. If he could be attuned to his body enough to edge him as expertly as Kyle had done for him.
Kyle’s body tightened in Eric’s arms, head tipping back and toes curling.
He let out a long moan, and again Eric considered stopping. Before he could make a decision, it was too late. Kyle’s release jetted out of him, coating his stomach and oozing through Eric’s fingers.
Eric held him close, kissing his temple, his cheek, his ear—anything he could reach. He murmured a stream of soothing endearments, unable to stop them from tumbling out of his mouth. “So beautiful. I’ve got you. You’re so sexy.”
“Oh wow,” Kyle sighed, sliding bonelessly down Eric’s body until his head was pillowed against Eric’s thigh. “That was nice.”
As much as Eric had loved holding Kyle against him, this view of the man, spent and happy in his lap, was breathtaking. “I did okay?”
“Oh yeah. Top marks.” He grinned up at him, and started sleepily chanting, “Ben-ny! Ben-ny!”
Eric laughed and combed Kyle’s hair back with his fingers. His heart felt huge, full of inappropriate feelings that definitely didn’t belong in a no- strings-attached arrangement. If Eric wasn’t careful, he’d become entangled in the strings his brain seemed determined to create.
Kyle, fortunately, was stronger. Or, probably more accurately, he was less interested. “Give me a few minutes to recover,” he said, “and then I’ll get out of here.”
Eric wanted to invite him to stay, but he was worried he’d say yes. “No rush,” he said instead.
Kyle rolled over and pulled himself up until his face was level with
Eric’s. “You’re very sexy, Eric.”
“Am I?”
Kyle kissed his cheek, his jaw, and then his mouth. “Don’t pretend you don’t know.”
Eric didn’t know, but he let Kyle believe he had at least a bit of sexual confidence. “You’re very...inspiring.”
“It’s a gift.” Kyle yawned, then laughed. “I’d better get cleaned up and
go while I can still walk.”
“You could—”
Kyle pressed a finger to Eric’s lips, then moved it to kiss him sweetly.
“I’m going to go home.”
Please stay. “Okay.” But Eric couldn’t let Kyle leave without being sure of seeing him again. He took a risk. “I don’t suppose you’d be interested in visiting my friend’s gallery this week? With me, I mean.”
Eric couldn’t quite read Kyle’s expression. He was either pleasantly surprised by the request and deciding if it would be a bad idea to say yes, or he was annoyed by it and about to tell Eric so.
“Is this a date?” Kyle asked, which hadn’t been either of the things Eric was expecting. He did note that Kyle wasn’t smiling.
“No,” Eric said, though he wished he could say yes. “Just thought you’d like to see this exhibit. If you want. It’s fine if you’d rather—”
“Can we get empanadas?” Kyle’s lips curved up, and Eric’s whole body
relaxed.
“Of course.”
Kyle kissed his cheek. “I’m in.”
He went to the bathroom, and Eric looked at the empty space on the bed beside him, wishing things could be different.