by Tricia Owens
Neil swallowed back a groan. To hell with it. He wanted this. He wanted it so badly he was shaking with his need. He let his head roll back against the wall and lifted his chin, baring his throat. You want me, Adrian? You can have me.
“I’m staying,” he said. “You’d better make this worth it.”
Adrian’s eyes seemed to glow. “Don’t worry, babe. It’s why I get paid the big bucks.”
Neil would have kneed him in the groin for that comment, but it was counterproductive to his needs.
“Never thought I’d get so lucky,” Adrian continued, his gaze dragging down the length of Neil’s body like a hand.
“You thought—” Neil bit back the rest. He couldn’t ask if Adrian had imagined being with him. He had too much pride for that.
“You telling me you never fantasized about other players?” Adrian asked with a knowing smirk. The same smirk that pissed Neil off when he faced it on the ice hit him very differently now. Now, it made him want to shoot off in his pants.
“I have too much respect for my teammates to perv over them,” Neil retorted, barely managing not to cringe at such a bullshit answer in light of his jerkoff sessions starring the other winger.
Adrian leaned closer. Both of them kept looking at the other’s mouth. The anticipation was killing Neil. He’d fantasized about this man and here he was on a silver platter but, still...if they crossed this line, nothing would ever be the same.
“I want to kiss you,” Adrian said softly.
Neil’s heart thudded against his ribs. His focus narrowed to his own lips and to Adrian’s. “So do it,” he whispered.
Adrian didn’t move. Neil worried that he’d sounded as though he were begging. Did he come off as desperate? Could Adrian tell that he hadn’t gotten off with another man in nearly a year?
He stopped thinking when Adrian leaned close enough for their noses to touch. He could smell mint and beer on Adrian’s breath as it puffed against his own lips. Neil parted them, aware that if he moved forward just an inch, they would be kissing.
He didn’t move, and neither did Adrian, their breaths curling back and forth between them. Adrian’s gaze drilled into Neil’s, forbidding him from looking away. His own eyes widened when Adrian slid the hand that had been on his hip up the side of his body, curving over his rib cage beneath his leather jacket. The touch was hot. Possessive. Neil’s body tightened as Adrian’s thumb brushed the edge of his aureole. Still staring into Neil’s soul, Adrian stroked his thumb along the curve again.
Every nerve ending in Neil’s body seemed to migrate to his nipple. Adrian dragged his thumb back and forth, centimeters from making contact with the bud, until it felt like it was diamond hard and throbbing.
“Touch me, dammit,” Neil gritted out, unable to stand it any longer.
“I thought I am touching you,” Adrian said softly. He leaned his right forearm against the wall above Neil’s head, bringing them closer still. His lips tickled Neil’s ear as he said, “Tell me what you want.”
Freed of his powerful gaze, Neil could close his eyes. “You know what I want.” He tugged on Adrian’s shirt, but the bigger man was immovable.
“Why don’t you tell me...I want to hear you say it.” The tip of Adrian’s tongue flicked Neil’s earlobe. “You don’t know how badly I want to hear you say it.”
And you don’t know how badly I’ve wanted you to ask me to say it, Neil thought. He was dizzy with the reality of the situation. A part of him kept waiting for Adrian to jump back and laugh at him for falling for the prank.
This was no prank. Neil slid both of his hands down Adrian’s abdomen, feeling every firm bump and dip of his body, until his fingers caught on the waistband of his jeans. Adrian sucked in his stomach, allowing Neil to slip his fingers between denim and the material of his T-shirt.
“How about you tell me what you want?” Neil challenged, his fingertips burning from the heat rising up from Adrian’s groin.
Adrian pinched his nipple. Neil couldn’t help how loudly he gasped.
“Are we always going to compete?” Adrian asked. He caught Neil’s lobe between his teeth and lightly bit down before releasing it. “Is that how you want it?”
He gave Neil’s nipple a slight twist. Neil’s hips bucked off the wall before he could control himself.
“Tell me what you want.” Adrian repeated, sounding amused, though an edge had crept into his voice, as though his patience was once again thinning.
Neil croaked, “I want you to do whatever the hell you want to me.”
“Thank you,” Adrian breathed. He sounded relieved, but also hungry. He’d been hoping for such an answer, Neil realized. Thank god they were on the same page.
Adrian straightened up but didn’t go far. He cupped the sides of Neil’s face, sliding his fingers up into his hair to hold his head in place. Neil felt owned by him and nearly groaned from it. He clutched Adrian’s jeans as his rival leaned down to finally kiss him.
It was tentative at first, which didn’t surprise him at all. Neither of them burst into laughter. Neither of them jumped back in horror at what they’d done. After searching Neil’s eyes for doubts or regrets—and finding neither—Adrian returned for a second sampling. This time Neil slipped his tongue out to slide it along the seam of the other man’s lips. He felt Adrian tense, startled. Then a groan rumbled across Neil’s lips a moment before Adrian devoured him.
It was Neil’s turn to moan at the tongue filling his mouth. He could only give in to it and open his mouth wider and clutch Adrian closer. The kiss was deep and wet and suggested all those filthy things that Neil stroked off to when he was lonely. Adrian had done this before, many times. But Neil didn’t mind the experience because this was a kiss that could make him come in his pants. This was a kiss to make him forget everything.
He rocked on his heels, finding a rhythm with the tongue that pumped into his mouth. He tried to give as well as he got, but Adrian clearly wanted to control the kiss, his hands tilting Neil’s head just the way he wanted it, his lips spreading Neil’s wider. The pressure built in Neil’s balls. His cock jammed against the placket of his jeans, swollen and aching. He wanted to fuck right there against the wall. Wanted Adrian to hike up his legs and drive into him, crushing him to the stained wallpaper. He let go of Adrian’s jeans and reached down to cup him between the legs. He curled his fingers greedily around the monster bulge he found there and squeezed.
“Fuck,” Adrian gasped into the kiss. “Neil—” He broke the kiss and dropped his forehead against Neil’s, his eyelashes fluttering shut as Neil rubbed and squeezed him.
“You’re big,” Neil panted. His brain felt like it was short-circuiting. He couldn’t believe he had Adrian Magnusson’s dick in his hand and that the winger was more than okay with it.
“Yeah?” Adrian audibly swallowed before lifting his head to meet Neil’s eyes. “You want it?”
“Yes,” Neil said shamelessly. “Give it to me already.”
Adrian grinned. He reached down and took hold of Neil’s wrist to pull his hand away.
“Palms on the end of the bed.” He gave Neil’s wrist a squeeze before letting go. “I want to see the sweetest ass in hockey bent over for me.”
The compliment meant way more than it should have. Neil reminded himself that they were saying stupid shit because they were horny and wanted to get off, but maybe there was a bit of swagger in his step as he walked to the bed. And maybe, after he placed his hands on the bed, he arched his back, just a little, to push his ass out further.
“Oh, baby, look at you.”
Neil looked over his shoulder and watched Adrian strip off his shirt, baring that smooth, magnificent chest of his. He kicked off his shoes next and shoved down his jeans and underwear with no regard for seduction. Adrian just wanted to be naked as quickly as possible and Neil appreciated his efficiency. His mouth filled with saliva when he got another eyeful of Adrian’s huge, erect cock.
“I should’ve told you to strip fi
rst,” Adrian said with a grin as he took hold of himself and lightly stroked his length while he looked Neil over. “But I have to admit, I like looking at that ass in those jeans.”
“Yeah, you’re an ass man,” Neil said, remembering Las Vegas.
Adrian laughed, his blue eyes twinkling. “I sure am. And what was it that you said? Something about liking them meaty and athletic?” He should have looked ridiculous when he laughed again, his hard-on still in his hand, but Neil found him sort of cute. “Oh, man,” Adrian continued. “We should’ve fooled around that night. What a waste, don’t you think?”
“It wasn’t the right time,” Neil murmured. He had his doubts that this time was right, either, but it was too late to backpedal now.
“I guess so. All I know is that right now—right now I need find out just how much of a tight ass you really are.” Adrian stepped up behind him and slapped one buttock. “Mr. Charity. The commissioner’s sweetheart.” Adrian grabbed a handful and squeezed. “Now look at you. Mr. Hockey is about to get the fucking of his life.”
Neil dropped his head between his shoulders, fighting down a shudder. “Please...just get on with it.”
Adrian patted his ass. “Take off your jacket and shirt. Leave the rest for me.”
Like Adrian, Neil aimed for expediency. He stood upright and grabbed both garments at the same time. He pulled them off over his head and chucked the bundle somewhere away from the bed. Quickly dropping back down and placing his palms on the bed, he held his breath as Adrian’s large palm settled atop his spine.
“Beautiful,” he thought he heard Adrian whisper, but he couldn’t be sure. The blood roared too loudly in his ears.
He arched beneath Adrian’s hand as it slid up his spine to cup the back of his neck. A shiver rode through him.
“Nice,” Adrian said, louder, so Neil would hear him.
He dragged his palm down Neil’s spine again and then slid it under his body. With his fingers curled, Adrian lightly clawed through the trail of hair leading down the middle of Neil’s abdomen.
“Love your scruff,” Adrian said, his voice lower again as though he’d gone back to talking to himself. “Can’t grow it myself, but it’s damn sexy on a guy. On you.”
“Maybe one day...when you’re all grown up,” Neil panted.
Adrian laughed softly. “I don’t think you’d be able to handle me if I grew any more than this.”
I’d love to try, Neil thought.
Adrian popped the button on his jeans and pulled the zipper tab down, releasing the pressure on Neil’s dick. Adrian’s hand immediately dove inside his jeans to knead and rub him through his boxer briefs, driving Neil to twist his hips and thrust. His panting breaths sounded overly loud, but he couldn’t censor himself while Adrian worked him so confidently. The big Swede’s lack of hesitation and doubt made his touch seem more powerful. Again, Neil felt owned by him, and they hadn’t really done anything yet.
“If only you knew...”Adrian murmured, trailing off. Then he laughed, though Neil didn’t know why. He pulled his hand out of Neil’s pants, ignoring his groan of disappointment, but made Neil happy by tugging his jeans and underwear down to his knees, leaving him nearly naked. “Like I expected,” Adrian said, his voice thicker and deeper, the amusement gone from it. “Best ass in the league.”
Pleasure and pride warmed Neil. He could tell from Adrian’s tone that he meant it, at least in the heat of the moment. His eyes fell shut as Adrian massaged his ass with both hands, squeezing and molding them as though he couldn’t get enough of touching him.
“Remember when I told you what I like to do?”
Neil opened his eyes again, bemused by the question. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Guess I’ll show you, then.”
He felt Adrian push his ass cheeks apart. Oh, my god—
Adrian’s tongue dragged up the seam of his ass, directly over his entrance. Neil gasped and fisted the bed cover as Adrian began to lap at his hole. Exactly two guys had done this to him in the past. He hadn’t been able to fully enjoy it because he’d been young and newly out and self-conscious of his body. Now—older, more experienced, and confident of how he looked—he didn’t have any baggage to prevent him from enjoying every lick and swirl of Adrian’s tongue.
“Oh—god,” Neil groaned. He arched back, hips lifting, as Adrian began to stab his tongue into his ring, pushing a little deeper each time. “You’re—you’re killing me.”
“Mmm,” Adrian hummed. He lifted up with a wet smacking sound. “I could do this for hours. Could you take that, baby? My tongue up here all night?”
Neil shuddered from the thought of it and from Adrian calling him ‘baby.’
“Not tonight,” Adrian went on, sounding thoughtful, “but someday when we’ve got more time. I want to make you come from this. That'd make me happy.”
He wanted to do this again. Neil was overjoyed, but also incredulous. They were taking an absurd risk already. The chances of them being discovered would only increase if they saw each other again like this. They couldn’t do it. They couldn’t—
Adrian slid his wet finger inside Neil without warning, chuckling at Neil’s soft, quickly-aborted cry. “That’s it, baby. You sound amazing.” He eased another finger in beside the first and resumed licking and slurping around his pumping fingers. “Come on, Neil.”
Neil spread his shaking legs to try to prevent his knees from buckling. He didn’t care anymore how loud he gasped and groaned. He was beyond that. Adrian licked him out like a master, as though Neil were a buffet after a long day of hockey practice. With strong fingers kneading his ass cheek and two fingers from his other hand stroking Neil’s inner walls, Adrian quickly pushed him to the brink of orgasm. A single touch against his prostate would probably push him over.
So Adrian didn’t. Neil groaned for a different reason as the other man withdrew his fingers from his ass and patted his buttocks.
“I think you’re ready. Are you ready for me, Neil?”
Neil clenched his eyes shut. Don’t think. Don’t think. Don’t think. “I’m ready.”
“Okay, don't go anywhere.”
Neil choked out a laugh. He listened to Adrian dig through his clothing until he came up with a tube of lube and a packet of condoms. Don’t think. Don’t think. Don’t you dare chicken out, Neil. You’ll never get this chance again.
Adrian was quick, and the touch of his lube-slick fingers easing in and out of Neil dispelled any growing doubts. Neil relaxed into the experienced touch even as he gripped the bedcovers tighter. When he felt the tip of Adrian’s cock finally resting against him, he let out a long breath of relief.
Adrian held him firmly by the hips as he slowly eased inside. Neil bit his lip, overwhelmed by the burn and stretch and knowledge that it was Adrian Magnusson’s cock doing this to him. By the time Adrian bottomed out with a low groan, Neil was shaking with the effort of holding back his orgasm. Sweat dripped off the tip of his nose.
“You need to—you have to move,” he bit out. “I can’t—”
Adrian soothed a hand along his side. “Don’t worry. I’ve got you. Tell me if I go too hard.”
Impossible, Neil mouthed, then rethought his stance when Adrian began to thrust. Sensation rocketed down both of his legs and up his spine. The curve of Adrian’s big cock rubbed right over his prostate and in no time Neil was crying out and clamping down tight.
“Hold on,” Adrian said, sounding as though he were gritting his teeth. “I’m nearly there. Hold on, baby...”
Neil couldn’t obey no matter how much he wanted to. Adrian fit him too well, filled him in all the right ways and the churn of his hips and the force of this thrusts all combined to create a tsunami of sensation that swept Neil away.
“Adrian,” he gasped, desperate and apologetic at the same time. He wanted to savor this...
“It’s okay,” Adrian said with unexpected tenderness. “Go for it.”
Neil let go. He came hard,
in shuddering waves. Adrian continued to move, intensifying and extending his climax. Neil’s arms collapsed beneath him, dumping him onto the bed where he moaned against the bed cover. It felt like he’d never stop coming, his body forever clenched up tight around Adrian’s pistoning cock.
“Neil—Jesus, Neil.” Adrian’s thrusts grew erratic. “I need to—can you—”
Adrian couldn’t string a sentence together, not that Neil was doing much better than drooling. When Adrian abruptly pulled out and grabbed him by the shoulder, flipping him onto his back, he couldn’t summon the coordination to resist.
He was happy not to with this new view of Adrian—sweaty, chest heaving, eyes bright—looming over Neil like a golden Swedish god as he yanked off the condom.
“I have to see,” Adrian panted, almost to himself as he furiously stroked himself. “See you...”
Neil moaned beneath his breath at the vision the other man presented. He’d never seen a sexier, more beautiful man in his life. Though his limbs felt like jelly, he managed to roll up to his knees. Adrian’s hand faltered as Neil leaned closer.
“Neil—”
“It’s okay,” Neil told him, licking his lips as he stared at the blushing red head of Adrian’s cock peeking from the other man’s fist. “I want it in my mouth.”
It was terrible safe sex practices, but Neil hardly felt coherent. He only knew he needed to taste Adrian Magnusson’s cock at least once in his life. He pried the Swede’s hand away and took hold of his length. He’d barely sealed his lips around the hot, spongy tip before Adrian gritted out, “Neil, if you don’t want—”
Neil pulled off long enough to say, “I want it,” before opening his mouth wide and taking the full head inside. As he sucked and swirled his tongue, he felt a large palm curve around the back of his head, holding him gently. Less than a minute, and it was over. Adrian groaned and stilled, his fingers trembling in Neil’s hair. Neil quickly swallowed as he released, moaning at the thought of what he was doing and to whom. This was his fantasy. He’d made it come true.