Between the Pipes

by Stephanin Hecht

  Once he reached Trey, Wade stood there and waited for the man to notice him. It only took Trey a few beats. His lids fluttered opened to reveal those soft, beguiling blue eyes as the smile on his face grew a fraction wider. Wade’s heart pounded as his gut clenched in anticipation and he wondered what Trey’s reaction would be. Would he be happy to see him? Or would he just consider Wade another one of many admirers? He didn’t need to glance around the bar to know that he wasn’t the only guy watching Trey.

  “Dance with me,” Trey ordered in a raspy voice.

  Like Wade would even think of refusing that command. He brought his hands up to Trey’s hips and began to move with him. Trey licked his lips before he brought his arms up to rest on Wade’s shoulders.

  What they did together could only be called dancing in the loosest of terms. With the way Trey’s body slid against Wade, it was more a simulation of sex. It even gained a few moans of pleasure from him when Trey ground against his cock. Even above the swell of music, the triumphant grin on Trey’s face said he heard the noises.

  “How did you know I was going to be here tonight?” Trey asked before he tilted his head back, exposing an expanse of throat that was just too tempting to resist.

  Wade leaned forward to lick away a bead of sweat clinging to the exposed flesh before answering, “What makes you think I came here looking for you? It could just be a coincidence.”

  Trey’s lips twisted in a disbelieving expression. “Because I’ve been here a ton of times and I’ve never once ran into you. Trust me, I’d remember someone as hot as you.”

  A smile came across Wade’s lips at the unexpected compliment. “Amy may have told me you like to hang out here.”

  Then Trey did the most unexpected thing of all, he cupped the back of Wade’s head and brought him down for a kiss. The instant their lips touched, the last bit of Wade’s restraint shredded as he become consumed with toe-curling desire. The hard curve of Trey’s lips combined with the velvet glide of his tongue proved to be the perfect combination. As Wade thrust his own tongue out, he detected just a hint of booze.

  “Fuck me,” Trey pleaded once they broke apart.

  Wade studied the man’s face closely, looking for any sign of drunkenness. “How much have you had to drink?”

  “Just a couple, I swear.” An impish grin came into Trey’s eyes. “Perhaps I should have a nice, friendly, police officer drive me home though. I do want to be safe after all.”

  After looking at Trey for a few minutes, Wade had to concede the guy seemed in control of all his facilities. “I guess I should help you out with that then?”

  Trey laughed before he stood on tiptoe so he could murmur in Wade’s ear, “Now, are you going to fuck me or not?”

  Wade glanced around. “What? Here?”

  “No, preferably in your bed. Or if you don’t want to take me there, at least the backseat of your car.”

  While the thought of a backseat quickie did hold a kinky appeal, Wade wanted to take his time to really enjoy and explore Trey. Moving his hands from Trey’s hips, Wade grabbed his hand and tugged. “My place. Now.”

  Trey gave a low growl. “Oh, I love it when a man gets assertive with me.”

  Wade led him to the door, only pausing long enough for them to claim their coats and so Trey could slip his shirt back on. While Wade would miss looking at his goalie’s naked chest, he didn’t want the guy to get sick from being exposed to the harsh Michigan weather.

  Once they got into the car, Trey didn’t waste any time. He stretched out and practically crawled into Wade’s lap. Before Wade could even utter a word, Trey had his tongue down his throat.

  Not that Wade minded…much. Trey tasted so good, and even with the awkward position of their bodies, it still felt good to be pressed against the younger man. However, the last thing either of them need professionally was to be caught scrumping in a parking lot.

  “We were going to do this in a bed, remember?” Wade said gently as he put a hand in the center of Trey’s chest.

  Trey let out a frustrated sound. His cheeks were flushed with passion and his lips slightly swollen from the little bit of kissing they’d already done. Wade could only imagine how the man would look post-sex. He suddenly cursed the fact that Peacocks was so far from Battle Creek. He had a feeling the drive home would be the longest half hour in his life.

  “Buckle up,” he ordered.

  Trey let out another groan before he fumbled with the seatbelt. Once he had it on, Wade put his own on and started the car. He’d only been on the road for a couple of minutes before Trey was on him again. Somehow he defied all laws of seatbelt-stretch-ocity and he was nearly in Wade’s lap again. With a low hum of pleasure, Trey began to rain kisses down the side of Wade’s neck.

  “Easy there, I have to be able to drive,” Wade warned as he reached out and ran a hand through Trey’s hair.

  “I just want to play a bit,” Trey mumbled against his skin.

  “Yeah, well we’re never going to get to the good stuff if I run into a ditch.”

  Trey tilted his head up and gave Wade a look that was so hot, so decadent and so naughty that he almost lost all his resolve and pulled over so they could play things out in the backseat.

  “So what do you suggest we do to pass the time then?” Trey asked, his voice heavy with flirtatious intent.

  “How about you tell me a little bit about yourself?” Wade suggested.

  Trey blinked a few times as he pulled back, acting a bit shocked by the question. “You pretty much already know everything there is to know about me.”

  “No, I know the Trey that all the other public gets to see. Tell me something that I couldn’t find out from the papers.”

  “Why would you care about stuff like that?” Trey narrowed his eyes suspiciously as he sat back. “Did Amy say something about me?”

  “No, just that you’re really sweet,” Wade answered, perplexed by Trey’s sudden change of demeanor. If he didn’t know better, he would say the guy was acting as if he were hiding something.

  “Funny, Amy usually tells me I’m a smart-mouthed, pain in the ass.”

  “She may have mentioned that, too,” Wade conceded before pushing on. “What’s it like playing professional hockey?”

  “Do you mean the NHL or this rinky-dink farm team I’m on now?” Trey cocked his head to the side, the expression on his face revealing nothing.

  “I guess there’s probably a big difference,” Wade agreed, wondering if he’d inadvertently pissed Trey off.

  Trey finally gave him an expression and it was a you-don’t-get-out-much-do-you one. “Besides the perks like a reliable equipment manager, coach, backup goalie and decent team bus, not much is different at all.”

  “Has anyone told you sarcasm is really cute on you?”

  “Not lately.”

  “Well, it is.

  “Great, I’ll make sure to add it to my list of assets if I ever apply for a mortgage.” Trey paused. “Why do you want to know so much about me anyway? When they take me home, most guys prefer my mouth to do other things besides talking.”

  In all truth, Wade could think of several things he’d love for Trey to be doing with those full lips of his. But this just wasn’t another casual hook up—at least not on his end. If he had his way, this would be only the first of many nights they spent together.

  Not that he had any aspirations of love or anything. They’d just met and Wade had never believed in the love-at-first-sight myth. He did know that he was intrigued by Trey and wanted to get to know the other man better.

  Much to Wade’s frustration, the rest of the drive went about the same. Every time he posed a personal question, Trey would dodge away from it, using either a smartass answer or flirting to his advantage. By the time they’d pulled up to Wade’s small, ranch home, he felt ready to call the whole thing off.

  Trey undid his seatbelt and turned to Wade. “I thought we’d never get here. If I don’t get to feel your cock inside me soon,
I’m going to burst.”

  Fuck, Wade would have to have been made of stone not to respond. He unclipped his own belt and met Trey halfway, their lips coming together with a hot passion that made him unable to think of anything save for giving into Trey’s wishes.

  This time it was Trey who broke off the kiss. His eyes bright with passion, he jerked his head to the door. “I seem to recall you saying something about showing me the bedroom?”

  They got out, Wade leading the way. Once inside, they paused only long enough to kick off their shoes before Wade grabbed Trey by the hand and led him down the short, carpeted hallway to the master bedroom. When Wade noticed all the dirty clothes lying all over the place, a heat came over his face.

  “Sorry about the mess. I didn’t think I’d be having company tonight,” he explained.

  Trey let go of his hand and began stripping, acting so casual about the whole thing that Wade wondered how many times he’d done the routine before.

  “This isn’t that bad. You should see my place. The other day I got home and found a bum sleeping in my bed.”

  Wade paused from his enjoyment of the show to blink in surprise. “Are you serious?”

  “Maybe,” Trey shrugged impishly, leaving Wade wondering.

  Then Trey slid off his underwear and all thoughts of bed-invading homeless men fled Wade’s mind as he got his first glimpse of Trey’s naked, muscular body. Tan, lean and without one ounce of fat, it had to be the best thing Wade had ever seen. He licked his lips, his mouth watering as he contemplated where to start.

  “This is the part where you get naked, too,” Trey pointed out. Not waiting, Trey took the initiative, his fingers going to the hem of Wade’s shirt. “Here, let me help you out with that.”

  If Wade had thought Trey was fast before, he was a quick change artist when it came to taking other people’s clothes off. The best part of it was what Trey would do in between removing different items of clothing. A brief kiss here, a lick of the nipple there, a smooth slide of skin-against-skin. By the time he was fully nude, Wade’s cock was so hard it hurt and his breaths were coming in short pants.

  “Get on the bed,” Trey ordered and he gave Wade’s chest a gentle push.

  Once Wade was on his back, Trey climbed on top, facing away from him. Wade missed the direct eye contact until he felt long, slender fingers wrap around his cock.

  Trey paused long enough to glance over his shoulder, “Wow, I hope you have plenty of lube because you’re frigging huge.”

  “Uh…thanks,” Wade stammered, wondering, not for the first time that evening, what’d happened to the somewhat shy guy he’d met earlier at the rink.

  Then Trey began to suck him off and Wade couldn’t find it in him to care anymore. In fact, all that mattered at the moment was the wonderful sensation of Trey’s hot mouth and sweet lips. The rest of the Hawks team could have skated through and Wade wouldn’t have given a damn, so long as Trey kept up what he was doing.

  Trey’s ass was tilted up so invitingly and only inches from Wade’s face. The temptation was so great that not even a saint would have been able to resist so Wade didn’t even try. He lifted his head and licked a slow, lazy path up one cheek. The muscle trembled under his tongue as Trey gave a muffled groan.

  Encouraged, Wade did it again, this time giving the warm flesh a little slap. Trey wiggled his butt in reaction before he sucked Wade in so hard he briefly saw stars.

  “You like that?” Trey whispered.

  “Fuck, yeah,” Wade replied thickly.

  Trey tossed a triumphant look over his shoulder before he got back to work. Deciding that two could play the slutty-tease game, Wade parted Trey cheeks and began to rim his tight opening. Trey let out a gasp that came out somewhat garbled because of his full mouth as he thrust back.

  Wade continued to lick and tease Trey’s hole, his tongue thrusting in and out of the tight opening. Meanwhile, Trey continued to suck him off, although to be fair, the younger man did pause from time-to-time to gasp and let out pleas for more.

  “I can’t wait to fuck you,” Wade declared before he thrust one finger into the spit-slicked opening.

  “Hurry, I don’t know how much longer I can last,” Trey moaned as he rocked back against Wade’s hand.

  Wade added another finger, scissoring them so they stretched Trey. Just as he was about to add a third, Trey sat up on his knees and then, in one fluid, sinuous move, turned around so they were facing each other. His eyes were dark with passion, sweat once more dotted his face and his lips were swollen from sucking Wade’s cock.

  “Where’s your lube and condoms?” Trey demanded, his voice heavy with passion.

  “In the top drawer,” Wade nodded to the nightstand. Never had he been more glad that he always made sure to have supplies on hand.

  As Trey stretched over to grab them, Wade appreciated the way the man’s muscles shifted under his washboard abs. He ran a hand over them. “This has to the best six-pack ever.”

  Trey found the supplies and sat back up. “It’s all the goaltending drills they make me do.”

  “I’ll have to send a letter of appreciation to all your coaches.”

  A wicked grin came over Trey’s mouth. “Make sure to thank them for my amazing flexibility, too.”

  Wade nearly swallowed his tongue when Trey ripped open the condom, then stretched behind to slip it on Wade’s erection. The move made it so Trey’s body arched just slightly, but the sight was so erotic that Wade knew it would forever be burned into his brain.

  Then Trey did it again, this time so he could slick a good amount of lube on Wade’s dick. After giving Wade one more naughty grin, Trey lifted his hips. Grabbing Wade’s cock with one hand, Trey lined it up to the opening of his ass. As Trey slowly impaled himself, they both groaned in unison.

  Trey’s eyes fluttered closed as a look of utter bliss and peace slid over his face, softening his features and making him look younger. “I knew you would feel perfect.”

  Wade silently echoed the sentiment as the muscles of Trey’s hole gripped him like a tight fist. Trey began to move slowly, his hands running down his chest. It occurred to Wade that he’d been letting the brat control things for far too long.

  “Enough teasing,” Wade growled as he grabbed Trey’s hips.

  He began to thrust up fast and deep, finally giving Trey the good, hard drilling he’d been begging for ever since he started dancing back at Peacocks. Trey’s eyes shot open in shock, then a satisfied sigh slipped from his body. If Wade didn’t know better, he would have sworn it was from relief. As if Trey had just been waiting for him to take over.

  When Trey reached for his cock, Wade batted his hand away. “No, you don’t come until I want you to.”

  “Oh, God,” Trey whimpered, but he didn’t look put off by the order, if anything, his face grew more flushed with passion.

  Wade pounded into him, holding Trey’s hips so hard there were sure to be bruised fingerprints left behind. Some primal part of Wade took pleasure in knowing that at least for the next few days every time Trey looked down at his flesh he would see that reminder of their night together.

  Sweat built up over their bodies as the sounds of flesh hitting flesh and groaning filled the dark room. Soon the sweet noise of Trey’s soft whimpers mixed in and Wade knew he had to have pity on the man. Reaching out, he began to pump Trey’s cock in time with the thrusts.

  “Now. Come for me,” he ordered, somehow knowing that Trey would obey.

  Sure enough, no sooner had the words left Wade’s mouth than Trey threw back his head and shot off, thin ropes of semen splattering Wade’s chest. Only after the last tremor passed over Trey’s body did Wade allow himself to find his own release. Giving one last upward thrust, he groaned out Trey’s name as he filled the condom.

  As the last wave of pleasure rode over him, Wade hummed with satisfaction as he ran his palms down Trey’s ass. Trey gave a satisfied sigh before he collapsed on Wade’s chest, the sweat making them instan
tly stick together.

  “Don’t you want to get up and wash off the cum?” Wade teased.

  Trey made a soft huffing noise. “Let it dry and get all gross, I’m too tired to care.”

  “You say that now, but in the morning, I’m sure you’ll feel differently.”

  Wade rolled Trey off him, then went to the bathroom. He got rid of the condom and washed his chest off. Grabbing a clean washcloth, he wet it down and took it back into the bedroom.

  Once he reached the bed, he found Trey already asleep. He lay on his stomach, one hand tucked under his cheek. With his face relaxed in slumber, he looked so innocent that Wade almost forgot that the guy had just used him as his own personal amusement park.

  Smiling to himself, Wade abandoned the washcloth and got back into bed. He climbed under the covers and pulled Trey to him. Trey didn’t wake up, instead he just snuggled into Wade’s chest. As Wade held him close, he couldn’t help but think of how nice it felt.

  Chapter Four

  Trey bit his bottom lip in indecision as he glanced down at Wade, who still slept in the very much-used bed.

  Great, just when Trey thought he’d had control of his impulses, he had to go and have those two drinks at Peacocks last night. They hadn’t been enough to make him drunk, but it’d had made him horny as hell. Horny enough that when he’d seen Wade standing inches from him, Trey hadn’t been able to resist.

  Damn it, when would he ever learn? Trey groaned. God, what was it with him and alcohol? Give him even one drink and he became an instant slut. So much so that he’d taken the first decent guy he’d met in months and rode him like a cheap, trick pony.

  Trey’s cheeks flamed as he thought about some of the things he’d done and said the previous night. How was he going to face Wade ever again? Or Amy for that matter? It’s not like he could tell his friend, Sorry, I basically mauled your brother to death. You know how booze makes me a horn dog though.