He Shoots He Scores

by Tricia Owens

  He was screwed.

  Chapter 7

  Adrian thought he might pass out for a second, but the dizziness passed quickly, leaving him weak and delirious and delighted. He opened his eyes and gazed down at Neil, who’d kept his mouth around him while he came and still seemed reluctant to release him. His tongue gently curled around Adrian, mindful of oversensitivity, licking up the last drops from maybe the best orgasm of Adrian’s life. Physically it hadn’t been anything novel, but there was so much more to sex than the mechanics of it. For him, it always came down to who his partner was.

  He wanted to fall forward, pushing Neil back onto the bed. He wanted to surround the other winger and rub his scent all over him like a big, happy dog would. Yes, it was only one sex act, but in Adrian’s mind Neil was now his. Ideally. In a perfect world, anyway. In the one they didn’t live in.

  He batted the negativity away. Now was the time to bask in every amazing thing that had just happened to him.

  Smiling, he curved his palm around Neil’s cheek. Blue eyes lifted to him, still slightly glazed. What Adrian wouldn’t give to have this view every day. He stroked a thumb along Neil’s cheek.

  “Thank you. You didn’t have to. I didn’t expect you to.”

  Neil finally let him slip from his mouth. Neil averted his gaze. “I know you didn’t.” For a moment, he seemed to lean into Adrian’s hand.

  Or maybe that was only wishful thinking.

  Adrian couldn’t control himself any longer. He was riding a high. He kneeled down and swiftly pulled off the rest of Neil’s clothes while the man seemed dazed and malleable.

  “Hey, what are you—”

  Grinning, Adrian rose up and hooked Neil beneath the arms so he could haul him up the bed. Once he had the other man in place, Adrian followed him down, covering the other winger’s body with his own. The hands that had begun to push at his shoulders stopped pushing the moment Adrian rolled his hips down, grinding them together.

  “Already?” Neil gasped, eyes wide with shock and, Adrian hoped, eagerness.

  “It’s my superpower,” Adrian told him with a crooked smile. “I’m good for two in a row, but then I’m out of commission for a couple of hours.” He lowered his head and nuzzled Neil’s ear. “Why? Am I too much for you, baby? I can’t help it that you turn me on so much.”

  He was being playful, but also completely serious. His entire body felt like a bomb that needed to go off and Neil was the match for his fuse. Adrian couldn’t get enough of him. Groaning, he rubbed his legs against Neil’s, loving the roughness of hair and the winger’s thick muscles. He braced himself on his elbows and caught Neil’s mouth in another kiss, hoping to coax him into more and because hell, he simply loved kissing Neil. The man had the perfect lips.

  Neil had been slightly tense beneath him, but as the kiss warmed, Adrian felt him begin to melt. Adrian rolled his hips gently, not being aggressive about his erection, just making sure Neil felt it and understood that he hadn’t been joking about being ready to go another round. He smiled into the kiss when Neil slowly spread his legs farther apart, letting Adrian settle more snugly between them and bringing their bodies closer yet.

  Fucking Neil Shannon was something he’d placed on a pedestal alongside winning the Stanley Cup. One seemed a longshot, the other impossible. Yet Adrian had not only won the Cup, he’d drilled his rival, but more than that, he hoped he’d blown Neil’s mind a little, or at least intrigued him enough to want more. There had to be more. Adrian hadn’t jumped into this hoping only for a sample.

  When Neil broke the kiss, panting, Adrian moved his kisses to the other man’s cheek and jaw.

  “Love the way you smell,” Adrian murmured. He took a deep sniff of the skin just beneath Neil’s jawline. “Bet you smell even better after a game.”

  Neil laughed huskily. “You know what the locker rooms smell like.”

  “Like men. Like funk. But you’d also smell like you, and I could sniff you all day and night.” To prove it, Adrian took another long sniff of his neck and felt Neil shiver beneath him. “You know what I like smelling even more?” Adrian rotated his hips. “When you smell like me.”

  “My suspicions have been confirmed. You are a dog.”

  Laughing, Adrian kissed his collarbone and gave it a lick, too, for good measure. “Mmm. This dog may have a bone for you if you’re good.”

  Neil’s fingertips twitched where they rested against Adrian’s shoulders. Running with the ball, so to speak, Adrian murmured against his skin, “You gonna a be good boy, Neil?”

  Nails dug into the skin of his shoulders. “Shut up,” Neil muttered.

  “Doesn’t sound like something a good boy would say, but I’ve got a hunch about you.” More like Adrian had some hopes, but Neil didn’t need to know that. To be honest, if Neil were to suddenly flip them and demand to top, Adrian might be inclined to go along with it. Anything to get a piece of this hot stud.

  “You talk nearly as much shit here as you do on the ice,” Neil said, his breath hitching slightly as Adrian used his knees to spread Neil’s legs wider apart.

  “So chirp me back. Tell me I’m a bad boy.”

  Neil choked on a laugh. “That’s it. Get the hell off me.”

  Adrian abruptly grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the bed above Neil’s head. Neil’s eyes went wide, then quickly hooded. He turned his face away while his cheeks darkened.

  “You’re not going anywhere until I’m done with you.” Adrian nipped at his jaw. “I warned you it’d take all night.”

  “I’m beginning to think your claim about doing it twice is all bullshit.”

  Adrian grinned, pleased. “Sounds like a challenge to me. You know I love challenges.”

  After transferring Neil’s wrists to one hand—and noting with interest that Neil made no move to free himself, which he easily could have—Adrian palmed the other winger’s pecs, giving the muscles a firm squeeze. Neil kept his face turned away, so Adrian caught one of his nipples between his fingertips and rolled it, bringing it to stiffness.

  “You gonna try to ignore me this time?” he asked, amused by Neil’s non-reaction.

  “I’m making you earn your keep.”

  “So you’re saying I didn’t earn it the first time? When you nearly came as soon as you felt my dick inside you?”

  A bold blush rushed up Neil’s throat. Adrian bet he was cursing his fair Irish skin. Adrian, on the other hand, was loving it.

  “Your head is fat enough already thanks to your contract,” Neil muttered.

  “Nope. No talking about the game. Just you and me here. No hockey, no nothing.”

  That finally spurred a reaction. Neil looked up at him, frowning. “You’re fooling yourself if you think—”

  Adrian ducked his head down and sucked on his nipple. Neil sized up tight, his knees snapping against Adrian’s hips.

  “Mmm,” Adrian hummed in approval as he gently suckled on the pink nub. “That’s better.”

  “Shit, don’t...” Neil pushed his chest up in obvious contrast to his demand.

  Adrian swirled his tongue before lapping at the tender bud as though it were a pearl of sugar. Neil made a high-pitched sound, his hips restlessly curling upwards. Thrilled by the response, Adrian moved to his other nipple and slurped it between his lips. He closed his eyes as he rhythmically sucked, loving how Neil’s hip thrusts began to match the rhythm of Adrian’s sucking. Someone has sensitive nipples...Adrian made a mental note to one day test if he could make Neil come from nipple play alone. Damn, that would be hot.

  “Enough, enough—” Neil tossed his head from side to side but didn’t pull his hands free to push Adrian away.

  “Maybe,” Adrian said as he paused to admire the plump berry he’d created. “Maybe not.” He bent down and lightly closed his teeth around the nub.

  Neil’s legs clamped tight around his hips. “God!”

  Feeling worked up himself, Adrian released Neil’s hands so he could reach down and give himsel
f a few mercy strokes. Neil watched him do it, his blue eyes blazing. His cock wasn’t hard, but it was plumper than it had been and Adrian counted that as a win.

  “Kiss me,” Neil said, breathless.

  Adrian obeyed, finding it hot and wet and aggressive.

  “Come on,” Neil panted against his lips. He bit down on Adrian’s bottom lip. “Show me you weren’t lying.” A slap to Adrian’s ass jolted him. “Fuck me.”

  “Love it when you’re demanding,” Adrian said with a grin. Their banter felt so comfortable. It was like they’d been having sex for weeks.

  “It’s called being impatient. Get on with it, Magnusson.”

  “Yeah? You want my cock that bad, huh?” Adrian looked around, groaned. “Hang on for a brief television timeout.”

  Neil groaned, too, when Adrian rolled off him to root for the lube and another condom. Adrian didn’t keep either of them waiting for long, though. In no time he was covered, slicked, and back in his new favorite place: between Neil’s muscular thighs.

  “You want a nice view while you’re being plowed?” Adrian asked with an arch of the brow. He flexed an arm to show off his biceps.

  Neil bit his lips white before managing to say, “I’m going to pretend you didn’t just do that.”

  Adrian tipped his head back and laughed. Some guys didn’t enjoy humor in bed, but he should have known Neil would be the exception. The guy was Adrian’s dream come true in seemingly every way.

  Eyeing Neil lying before him as though he were a banquet, Adrian rubbed his own chest and idly stroked his cock.

  “People have a thing for Swedes, I’ve heard. How about you, Neil? You got a thing for young, blond Scandinavians?”

  “If you were hoping I’d get hard from all this, you can see how you’re wrong,” Neil drawled, even though his gaze did pan over Adrian’s body with suspicious interest.

  “I can make you hard,” Adrian said breezily as he reached down and hefted both of the other winger’s knees over his forearms and tugged, shifting Neil’s weight onto his shoulders. “Let’s see how long it takes.”

  Neil’s opening was still soft and puffy from Adrian’s earlier efforts. Adrian’s heart pounded when he saw the pink, vulnerable state of it, so naturally he pressed the tip of his cock against it. They both groaned as he slid inside with minimal resistance.

  “You’re hotter than before,” Adrian said from between gritted teeth. “You’re burning me up.”

  Neil grabbed Adrian’s thighs and squeezed. “That’s because I’m the...hotter winger.”

  “Not about to argue with that.” Adrian drove home, gasping with pleasure as he bottomed out. Below him, Neil clenched his eyes shut and released a low moan.

  “Too much?” Adrian asked.

  Neil shook his head. “No. It’s good. You’re just so...damn big.”

  “I’ll go easy.”

  Adrian had already planned to take it slower this round. Neil wasn’t at risk of blowing his load in seconds, which meant Adrian could savor the clench and squeeze of the muscles encasing his cock. Letting his head fall back, he thrust deep and leisurely, satisfied with the soft moans Neil released.

  “Feels so good,” Adrian murmured. “So damn good.”

  “Yeah,” Neil echoed, watching him from beneath thick-lashed eyelids. “It’s good.”

  Adrian bent forward, forcing Neil’s body into a curl. It pressed Neil’s thickening cock against Adrian’s abdomen, giving him some friction. “Better?” Adrian asked before kissing the inside of Neil’s knee.

  “Mmm, yeah.” Neil smiled up at him, drunk on sex. Adrian’s heart did a funny little flip.

  He knew he should be careful. He wasn’t a kid. But in the end, it seemed he was a stupid adult. He bent down further, hips still driving him in deep and causing little chirps of sound to spill from Neil’s lips.

  “It’s right there, isn’t it?” Adrian whispered, inches from the other man’s lips. “I found your G.”

  Neil whimpered and turned his face away like he had earlier. Adrian kissed his heated cheek. “Look at you. How are you not someone’s?” he asked. “How are you not mi—”

  Neil slapped his hand across Adrian’s mouth. Their eyes met, Adrian’s as shocked as Neil’s, though he feared for different reasons.

  “Shut up,” Neil said firmly. “Just shut up and fuck me. That’s what we came here for.”

  Adrian couldn’t believe what he’d nearly said. Embarrassed down to his toes, he flashed his usual grin before he began fucking Neil in earnest. The distraction worked. Neil’s hand fell to the pillow behind his head, which he gripped with white knuckles.

  “Oh, god, right there!” he choked. “Right—there!”

  “Yeah,” Adrian panted, “I can tell.” Pushing out the gloom that teased the edges of his mind, he grabbed Neil’s cock and began to stroke it. “Be a good boy for me, Neil, You’re gonna come one more time for your new captain.”

  He wasn’t the captain of the Kraken. The words were nonsense. But they appeared to work for Neil, whose body shuddered before he locked his ankles behind Adrian’s shoulders.

  “Come on, baby,” Adrian urged, his lust rising quickly again. “Be good for me.”

  Neil threw his arm across his eyes. “F-fuck. Shut up. Stop saying that.”

  Adrian bent over him again and tried to pull Neil’s arm away so he could see his eyes. “What don’t you like? You don’t like having to be good for me?”

  Neil whimpered and shoved at him, unable to push him away. He glared up hotly. “You’re not my fucking Daddy, Magnusson.”

  Adrian’s hips stuttered as a bolt of powerful lust snapped through him. “God, I know I'm not, but just—say it again.”

  Neil’s eyes bulged. “No!” He shoved at Adrian’s shoulders with both hands this time. “Stop—”

  Adrian adjusted his position and hammered in hard. Neil’s head flew back, mouth open on a soundless gasp.

  “Just feel it,” Adrian breathed against his arched throat. “Come on, Neil. Just feel my cock, baby. Feel it all the way inside.”

  Neil made another strangled sound and his cock, pressed up tight to Adrian’s abdomen, gave a familiar twitch.

  “You’re going to come for me,” Adrian told him, struggling to hide how proud and thrilled he was. “One more time, Neil. You can do it.” He took a huge chance and leaned all the way down to catch Neil’s lips with his. “Please come for me,” he whispered against the other winger’s mouth.

  Neil’s eyes this close were like black holes in a dark blue sky. Adrian fell into them, helpless.

  “Stupid,” Neil whispered back, his breath curling into Adrian’s mouth.

  “No, you’re not.” Adrian reached between them to take hold of Neil’s cock.

  It was wonderfully intimate to watch Neil this closely while Adrian jacked him and fucked him. Adrian was infatuated with the myriad of micro-expressions that rippled across his face. He now knew that when Neil neared his climax his brows came together as though he were anxious. He bit and released his lips over and over again and he struggled to keep his eyes open.

  And when it finally happened, Adrian saw it in his eyes—a flashpoint of surprise, joy, and gratitude that made Adrian grin with triumph. Neil couldn’t keep his eyes open as his body bucked and squeezed. His cock swelled right before it filled Adrian’s palm with silky heat. Adrian wanted so badly to kiss him as he climaxed, but his own orgasm rushed up on him and conscious thought disappeared, replaced with sheer, blinding ecstasy.

  Groaning, he pumped through the final waves before collapsing forward. After what felt like a long time, he pressed a panting kiss against Neil’s knee before opening his eyes to check on the other man.

  “You okay?”

  Neil lay with his eyes closed, his broad chest rising and falling heavily as he caught his breath. “You must be used to sleeping with twinks,” he mumbled.

  It pulled a laugh out of Adrian, which caused him to slip out of Neil’s body. Disappointed, he
sat up and shuffled back to sit on his heels. After removing and tying off the condom, he ran his hands up Neil’s shins while he stared with undisguised pride between the other man’s legs.

  “Only creeps stare like they just planted a flag,” Neil said.

  “This is uncharted territory for me. A flag might be appropriate. Imagine a little flag of Sweden right—”

  Neil glared up at him.

  Adrian shrugged, even though he did think the idea had its merits. Maybe not an actual flag, though. He’d be satisfied with seeing Neil in a shirt with the Swedish flag on it. Even better, one of his shirts.

  “You make a man want to plant a flag, Neil. What can I say?”

  “I say that sounds like the cheesiest line, ever.” Neil pushed up onto his elbows, looked down at himself, and grimaced.

  “We should take a shower,” Adrian suggested, already sliding off the end of the bed.

  “Yeah, that’s not happening.” Neil, eyes down, shifted to the side of the bed and stood.

  Adrian didn’t like what he saw from his body language.

  “Hey, now,” Adrian said, keeping his tone light. “If you don’t want a shower, stay here. I’ll get you some towels.”

  “No, I need to go.”

  Adrian blinked, and he realized he’d lived through this scene before. This was Neil at the arena, informing him he wasn’t playing tonight.

  “Neil, you don’t need to go. I want you to stay.” Adrian flashed a hopeful grin at him. “I told you you’d be staying the night, remember?”

  He watched Neil take a step, wince, then stiffly reach for the tangled mess of his shirt and jacket. “We’re done here, Magnusson.”

  “What happened to first names?”

  “Are you deliberately being obtuse?” Neil stared at him, incredulous. “This was a one-time deal. We got our rocks off and didn’t have to go to strangers for it. Good for us, but this is the end of it.”

  “Why does it have to be the end?” Adrian thought about pulling on his clothes, too, but he didn’t care if he was naked while there was something more important at stake. “No one said we had to be boyfriends, but this is a perfect scenario. It couldn’t be any better. We’re on the same team. We’re compatible. How can you not want to take advantage of this?”