Sweet and Sexy

by Jeff Adams

  “If only they’d have let us change in the same locker room. Of course then I’d have done nothing but look at you.”

  “Your turn,” I said, grabbing at Alex’s clothes. “I want to see how this matches up with my imagination.” I did what he’d done to me—up and over his head. “I was hoping the goatee meant you were hairier than the average red head.” I ran my hand over his recently trimmed torso. “You should let this grow out rather than trim it though.”

  “For you, I’d consider it.”

  If anyone was watching, they’d have thought we were being too tentative. We caressed each other and slowly explored. I loved feeling his muscles—the strong pecs, the curve of his shoulders into his arms, the biceps of steel. His touches sent all kinds of sensations across my skin, from a tickle to something close to a massage and then he’d touch just the right spot—a touch across my stomach or flick a nipple—and a charge like electricity would shoot through me. He nibbled on my shoulder blade and it was a sensation I’d never experienced. I held on to Alex because he was making me weak in the knees.

  He guided us to the bed and lowered us down together. Being with a man who was as strong, and maybe stronger than I was, felt great. He gave no hesitation supporting my weight as he positioned us. His nibbling continued, working slowly across my chest. He left no area unexplored. I ran my hands through his hair and occasionally guided him to a new spot, or kept him in a spot if it was particularly good. Eventually I brought his mouth back to mine because I needed a kiss.

  “I’ve never had anyone work me over like that,” I finally said. “You hit spots I never knew needed to be hit.” I ran my hand over his arm, which was draped across my chest. “This is so comfortable and…well…nice. It’s more than nice. I just can’t come up with another word. My brain is overtaxed right now.”

  “How about enjoyable? Pleasurable? Satisfying?”

  “Thank you, mister writer.” I kissed his forehead. “I’ll take all those words.”

  We kissed more, wrapped in each other’s arms, occasionally nibbling areas of exposed skin. The kissing went between urgent and relaxed and eventually tapered off as the day caught up with both of us. I noticed the clock again; it was near 1:30. I was lying in Alex Goodman’s bed with him dozing in my arms. Moving slowly, so I wouldn’t jostle Alex, I got my phone out of my jeans pocket. It’s true, we never got out of our pants. It was, however, one of the best night’s I’d ever had with a guy.

  I brought up Trevor’s text from earlier and typed a reply with my free hand: “It was. Still is. Bring my gear to the rink, please. We’ll meet you there.”

  * * * *

  Alex and I grabbed lunch after the pickup game and then I headed home. I was grateful my parent’s car was gone. Even though I hadn’t technically lived at home for a couple years, I’d still have to answer to some extent for staying out all night without more than a text to Trevor.

  Trevor’s door was open at the top of the stairs and he was sprawled on his bed, laying on his back, talking on the phone. I waved as I passed and he held up a finger to get me to wait.

  “Julie, Mitchell just got back,” he said. “I’ll see you tonight. Picking you up at 7:30, right?” He paused and I heard a faint female voice on the other end. “Yeah, I’ll see if I can snag him before he goes back tomorrow. Brunch maybe.” Another pause. “I’ll have it sorted by the time I see you. Love you.”

  He keyed off and stuffed the phone in his pocket.

  “You didn’t have to hang up,” I said. “I was just saying hi.”

  “Naw, it’s good. She knew I was waiting for you to get back anyway. She wants to know if you’ll come to brunch tomorrow. She’d like to meet you since you’re the only family she hasn’t met yet.”

  “Well, I…” I felt bad for what I was about to say. I was supposed to be here seeing family, not spending it with someone I’d just reconnected with.

  “…told Alex you’d see him before you flew home?” Trevor finished for me.

  My brother knew me too well.

  “Sorry. I’ll tell him I need to do some family stuff. You’ve talked so much about Julie, I’d love to meet her.”

  “Bring him along.”

  “A double date with my little brother? Hmmm. Okay. I’ll see if he’s into that.”

  “I promise I’ll be on good behavior.” He sat up, cross-legged on the bed.

  “Of everyone in the family, you’re the one I’m the least worried about embarrassing me. I have a greater chance of saying something stupid in front of Julie.”

  “True,” he said, giving me a smirk.

  I grabbed one of the pillows off the bed and smacked him in the face. He grabbed it before I could swing it another time and ended up taking it from me. He sprang up, stood on his bed and started pummeling me in the head. I grabbed another pillow and worked to block his attack. I wanted to jump up on the bed, but I also didn’t want to break it. He’d had this bed forever and I wasn’t sure what two adult-sized people jumping on it might do to it. We didn’t pillow battle long before we both collapsed on the bed in giggles.

  “We haven’t done that in ages,” I said as we both maneuvered into sitting positions on the bed. “Good thing mom wasn’t here. I still don’t think she’d appreciate our roughhousing.”

  “She never did, even when it was outside. At least dad always recognized a good natured brawl when he saw one.”

  I nodded in agreement. “Very true. Hell, he usually egged us on.”

  “You really like him, don’t you?” Trevor asked, pulling the conversation in a different direction.

  “Yeah. I think I really do,” I said without hesitation. “I feel like I’ve known Alex forever, which in some ways I have, I guess. Last night was so comfortable. I’ve never had a date that was easy going, yet exciting at the same time.”

  Trevor smiled, and it didn’t look like one of his sarcastic ones either. He was a good guy, but he did like to pull my chain sometimes.

  “What?” I asked.

  “Nothing,” he said, somewhat defensively. “Seriously, I’m glad last night was good. You’ve never sounded thrilled with anyone you’ve dated. It’s good to hear you so positive.”

  “Except we live a couple thousand miles apart.”

  “Move back?”

  I knew he’d say that. He wasn’t happy when I moved west. He knew it was a great opportunity for me. He had designs on staying in the area and becoming an English teacher and was hoping I’d stay around and maybe work with one of the local sports teams.

  I sighed. “I have to admit I’ve thought about it in the past twelve hours. Don’t get me wrong, I like Cali and my job, but it might be worth giving up to see what can work here. With him.”

  “So come with Julie and me tomorrow. He already sorta knows me since we’ve seen each other at the rink. Julie doesn’t bite, except when appropriate.” He winked and I saw a distinct glint in his eye. “And you can see how he is around other people just hanging out. He certainly fit in the game today.”

  “Okay, first, TMI, bro. You don’t hear me talking about what I was doing last night.” I popped him again with a pillow. “You’re right, it went well with the guys today. I’ll call him and see if he’s up for it.”

  The garage door opened, meaning that mom and dad were home, no doubt laden with bags since mom had surely been out looking for Christmas bargains.

  “Were mom and dad pissed when I didn’t come home last night?” I asked, curious about what grilling I might get.

  “Don’t think so. They knew you were going out for coffee. I told them this morning that you stayed over and we were all meeting for the game. Dad never looked up from his reading. Mom had a slight smile. I think all you’ll get is grilled for details since I didn’t offer any. Speaking of, do I get details?”

  “Haven’t I told you enough?”

  “I guess,” he sounded exasperated.

  “Mitchell, you’re back,” came mom’s voice from downstairs. “Come talk to us.
”

  “I’ll come down in about five minutes to see if you need to be rescued,” Trevor said.

  “Thanks.”

  I extended my fist and he bumped it before I left the room to face the parents and, most likely, discuss my maybe boyfriend.

  * * * *

  Alex picked me up from the airport when I arrived Christmas Eve afternoon. We’d talked, instant messaged, video chatted and e-mailed every day since I’d gone back to S.F. I’d fallen hard for him.

  My parents were disappointed I was staying with Alex while I was home for the week. I figured I could go to their house if that turned out to be a bad idea. I didn’t think that was going to happen though.

  Alex was leaning against the side of his car as I came out of the airport, bags in hand. He leapt forward when he saw me and grabbed the hockey bag. “Hey you,” he said, kissing me. I was happy to kiss right back.

  “Hey. It’s good to see you in person instead of on the computer screen.” It was lightly snowing and the flakes in his hair gave him a sparkly appearance. “You even arranged snow, I love that.” We piled the bags into the car and took off.

  “So we’ve got the place to ourselves. Everyone went away, so it’s perfect.”

  “It’s just more perfect. Spending the week was already perfect.”

  “Awww.” He held my hand as he drove.

  We talked endlessly on the drive home—the schedule of seeing his friends and mine, weighing the options for New Year’s Eve and the somewhat dreaded parent visits. We were lucky with the traffic and we parked and unloaded in no time.

  “Oh wow,” I said softly as we walked into the loft. “This is beautiful.” The loft was decked out for Christmas. Along the top of the walls, white icicle lights hung down. The huge tree in the corner was glowing with hundreds of small multi-colored bulbs. I set my bags down and went to look at the tree. Adding to the sparkle of the lights were small crystal prisms that cast the light out in all directions. “It’s a Christmas wonderland.”

  Alex came up behind me and wrapped me in a hug. “I’m glad you like it.” He nibbled on my neck. A long, slow moan was the only response I could make. I hadn’t realized exactly how much I’d missed his touch. “So, I got you a present.” He released me and pulled a flat package from under the tree. The shiny purple paper was gorgeous as it reflected the light from the tree. “Merry Christmas.”

  Alex beamed as he handed over the package, clearly pleased with what was inside. He practically bounced with anticipation. “You’re so cute right now.” I tore into the package and found a framed, black and white picture. It was Alex and me from one of our high school games. We were grappling in front of his goalie. The picture was shot from behind the net so it looked over the goalie’s shoulder and to us. Alex was facing the camera whereas I was caught in profile. We were both focused on trying to get the puck and with the expressions on our faces you’d think it was the most important task ever. “This is so cool. I’ve never seen this. Where did it come from?”

  “My school newspaper. It’s from the second game of our senior year. I kept it pressed in my yearbook. I think it’s the first picture of us together. I’m still friends with the photographer so I called him up to see if he happened to have a hi-res original. Turned out he keeps all his files so I was able to get us great prints.”

  “I love it. I love you.” I hugged him close with the picture still in one hand. “It’s amazing.” I kissed him, opening his lips with my tongue. He got right into kissing me back as we fought to see who could kiss deeper. He hugged me tight, pressing our bodies together. Alex’s erection put pressure against my thigh. I’m sure he felt mine, too. We hadn’t gone all the way during Thanksgiving. If I had anything to say about it, that was going to change very soon.

  Alex broke the kiss, but kept his hold on me. “You realize what you said a second ago, right?”

  I grinned. I knew exactly what I’d said.

  “I love you, too.” He lightly kissed me on the lips. “Those three words are a great Christmas present.”

  “I’m sure you’ll be hearing it a lot more.” I let Alex go so I could put the picture safely on the end table. “I’ve got something for you, too. Wait right there.” I went to my luggage and grabbed what I needed. “Okay, close your eyes because it’s not wrapped, thanks to that no wrapping paper on the plane rule. Are they closed?”

  “Yup.”

  “Cool.” I stepped back in front of him and held up my high school letter jacket. “Okay, open your eyes.” As soon as they were open, I said, “Alex, will you go steady with me?” I got the reaction I hoped for, a huge smile and a vigorous nod of his head.

  “Hell yes I’ll go steady with you.” He put the jacket on. It was a little snug, but it fit. “This is so cool. We didn’t have letter jackets, so I love getting one now, especially yours.”

  “It’s not too cheesy?”

  “No way. We didn’t get to do this in high school, so why not do it now.”

  “Merry Christmas.” I kissed him lightly on the lips.

  “Mmmmm. Merry Christmas to you.” Alex put his tongue down my throat and started getting me out of my clothes. I started to do the same to him but he stopped me.

  “Wait.” He stripped out of the jacket and handed it to me. I was confused but held on to it. He stripped off his sweater and tossed it aside. He took the jacket and put it back on, leaving it unsnapped. “How’s this?”

  “Hot. Very hot.” I ran my hand across his hairy chest. “Check you out, you stopped trimming. This looks awesome.”

  “I’m glad you like it.”

  I leaned in, got my face just inside the coat and sucked on his nipple. My tongue flicked it, getting it hard. He pushed my face more into his chest. Wrapping my arms around him, I only mashed myself more into him. I held on to his nipple with my teeth while my tongue danced over the delicate skin. He writhed in my arms, letting me know this was a good spot.

  I pulled back and came up to kiss him. Looking into his green eyes, I knew this was going to be one of the best weeks ever. I kissed him again and dropped down to his chin to run my lips over his goatee. The coarse hair felt wonderful. How lucky was I to have a hairy redhead hockey player in my life? Under his chin, I ran my tongue along the hard edge of the goatee and then licked my way down his neck.

  Alex quivered. His shudders ran through my mouth and arms as I touched him. Small moans escaped as I explored each new piece of skin. I slowly kneeled as I licked and nibbled down to his flat stomach and looked up at him as my tongue explored his bellybutton, which made him laugh. Duly noted that his bellybutton is a ticklish spot.

  Alex’s red treasure trail was beautiful. The red hair was darker as it went from his navel into the waistband of his jeans. I nibbled on the hairs, making him squirm as I continued to gently tickle him.

  “Want me to go on?” My hand was on the top button of his jeans, his hardness clearly outlined in the denim. I couldn’t imagine he’d say no, but we’d gone slow so far and I didn’t want to mess up now.

  He nodded. “Yes. Please, yes.” The hunger came through loud and clear in his voice.

  I felt up the tightly packed jeans, squeezing the rock hard flesh trapped inside. Very slowly I unbuttoned the first button. It was difficult to slowly unbutton jeans, but I wanted to keep the mystery going as long as possible so I moved with deliberate precision. The black waistband of his underwear was revealed. The second button opened with the same movement, more color was revealed as the black gave way to dark, sexy purple.

  “You’re killing me here,” Alex said. His green eyes had a pleading passionate look to them. “Get my jeans off already.”

  “Yes, sir,” I said. “Geez, some people, always in a hurry.” I winked up at him.

  “Geez, some people take too long to get where they’re going.” He stuck out his tongue. I was glad he could be as goofy as I was.

  I yanked on the jeans, releasing the rest of the buttons. The looseness of his boxers allowed his cock to
produce a distinct tent. I took his pants down and he stepped out of them.

  “Damn.” It came out as little more than a whisper. He was big, had to be at least seven inches and thick, too. As soon as I touched the tip of his cock he moaned. I caressed the outline of the shaft, feeling it pulse under my touch. It was fun watching it jump around inside his shorts, but it was time to reveal it. I yanked the boxers down. His cock snapped free, jutting out from a dark red nest of hair. Like the rest of him, his cock was silky white. It was also a bit veiny, which gave it some nice character.

  I brought my tongue to the tip. A drop of precum escaped just in time for me to get it. Delicious. My lips closed around his head and I swirled my tongue around, making sure I tasted all of it. Alex grabbed my head, running his hands through my curly hair as I took his cock deeper. He was the definition of a mouthful. His cockhead hit the back of my throat before my lips got to the base. I willed myself to take the remaining length. Luckily my gag reflex cooperated.

  Alex grunted as I made the last push. “Oh man. You took it all on the first try. Fucking amazing.”

  My tongue moved around the steely shaft, running over the veins and investigating every bit of skin it could reach. Looking up, I saw Alex’s eyes closed. He looked completely happy. I slid up and down his cock, making sure to take it all the way each time. I made sure to almost let it slip out of my mouth so my tongue could lick across the head. Then I’d take it slowly all the way back down. My goal was to taste as much as possible with each stroke.

  I worked Alex’s balls in one hand, which caused his cock to pulsate as I kept sucking it in my wet, warm mouth. Alex tightened his grip on my head and started to assert himself, no longer content for me to dictate the speed of things. He thrusted, pushing himself even further down my throat than I thought possible. I released his balls and hung on to his hips to steady myself.

  He got more into it, fucking my mouth. I relished the sweetness of the precum he released. His balls bounced off my chin as he kept going, really letting me have it. His moans mixed with mine. My cock, still trapped in my jeans, throbbed, begging for release. Alex went from moaning to something much louder. He was close.