“MIT,” he repeats and lets out a low whistle. “Impressive.”
I shrug one shoulder. I haven’t told anybody about that dream, even though I’ve been preparing for it for close to a year already. Not even my family knows, but telling Law feels natural and easy.
“What about you?” I ask. “What happens next year?”
“I want to coach. Playing in NHL will never happen, obviously, but I can’t imagine taking an office job. Hockey has been my life for over ten years, and I don’t want to give it up. I guess I could do it on the side. My parents would prefer it, but it seems I’ll just have to disappoint them yet again.”
“For what it’s worth, I think you make a hell of a coach,” I say, and I mean it. Law has been so dedicated to his team, and I have no doubt he’ll eventually end up in the NHL, just like he’s been dreaming about.
Law smiles, but the next time he looks at me, he’s biting his lip, looking uncharacteristically nervous. “Coach Williams has been… I mean, I guess he likes me. He says he sees potential in me, so he’s trying to help me plan for the future. He has a lot of connections, and he used to work in Boston.” Law looks to the side, refusing to meet my eyes. “I’d love to end up in Boston. College hockey is unbelievable there, so it would be amazing to get a position in that city. I mean, there’s a chance I’ll end up working in the minors somewhere in the middle of nowhere.” He chuckles. “Fuck it, I guess what I’m saying is that, if by some miracle I end up in Boston, I’d like it if we could still… hang out.”
My heart skips a beat and then starts working overtime. It feels like sunshine has burst into my stomach. I’ve never seen Law so nervous before, which is kind of cute and very unnecessary because hell yes I want to keep hanging out with him. I’ve been dreading the fall because, once tutoring is over, I can’t help but fear that Law will just… drop me. But it seems I’ve been wrong to doubt him.
I nod vigorously, totally forgetting to be cool about it, but then again, who cares? Law already knows what I’m like, so there’s no need to put on a show. Maybe that’s why this date is going so well? I’m not trying to be something that I’m not. Sure, I’m dressed better than usual, and my hair is not as wild, but that’s all just packaging. It takes me a second to put my finger on it, but then it dawns on me—with Law, I don’t feel like I’m the sidekick. He doesn’t make me feel like I’m a hero either, but the thing is, with Law, I don’t really care about being a hero at all. With Law, I’m just me. Just Andy. And with Law, it’s enough.
“I’d love it if we both ended up in Boston.”
Law beams at me, relieved and happy, and I smile back.
We arrive at my apartment a little after eleven. We were kicked out of the restaurant. The hostess politely hinted that they were closing, and that maybe we could be so kind as to get the hell out of there so that all of them could go home.
Law turns the engine off and we sit silently for a moment. I look up at the dark windows of my apartment. I turn to Law.
Dry. My throat is dry like all the saliva has been wiped up with an extra-absorbent cloth, which means that my first attempt to say anything comes out like more of a croak. Law looks at me with raised brows, so I clear my throat and try again.
“Do you want to come upstairs?” I ask. “For a nightcap. Is that a thing? I should warn you, though, I don’t have anything alcoholic in there. I mean, there’s an open bottle of orange juice that has been in the corner of the fridge for months, so that probably has some kick to it? So I guess I’m asking if you want to come up for”—I try to think of some kind of a beverage I might have in there—“milk,” I finish. “Or water.” I make a wave motion with my hand. “Some good old-fashioned H2O?”
I would probably have continued babbling, but Law stops me with a palm on my thigh. “I’d love to come up,” he says in that low and sure voice of his that always seems to calm me down. I take a deep breath and nod before we get out of the car.
Law walks behind me as we go up. I’m not sure if I should put an extra swivel in my hips or shake my ass in silent flirtation, but I eventually opt out of both options. I’d probably make a fool out of myself and fall down the stairs.
We stop in front of my door, and I lean against it. “So, this is me,” I say. Silence follows. So much silence.
“I remember,” Law says with a barely held back smile. “I was here four hours ago.”
“Ah.” I feel my cheeks heat. “That’s good. That was a test, and you passed. No early signs of Alzheimer’s for you, mister.”
Law looks down at his feet to hide his smile. “Should we go inside?” he asks after we’ve stood there for another couple of moments.
“Shit,” I say as I remember that we’re at my apartment, and I’m the one with the keys. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Why can’t I be normal for just an hour?
I fumble with the lock but we get inside with no further embarrassing incidents. “So how about that… milk, then?” I ask because I’m nothing if not a gracious host. “Athletes need their calcium, right?” Oh good. We’re back to babbling.
“Sure.”
We make our way to the kitchen, and I pour two glasses of milk. The carton is almost empty, so I manage one half-full glass and the other glass only has like an ounce at the bottom. I grab that one and push the other one toward Law before I raise my glass.
“Cheers,” I announce loudly because I haven’t embarrassed myself enough yet.
“No cookies?” Law teases as I down my shot of milk.
I jump at the prospect of having something to do with my hands. “I have some! Do you want some? I’ll get you some.”
I drag the chair to my secret stash cabinet and start rummaging around. I push aside potato chips and candy and chocolate bars, all of which I haven’t touched in a while, since I’ve been so busy and all these gym sessions Law has forced on me are wreaking havoc on my sweet tooth. I haven’t eaten a candy bar in days. Something inside me must be broken.
I’m still busy sorting through the contents of the cabinet when I feel somebody’s hands on my hips. “I think I’ll pass on the cookies,” Law murmurs as his palms travel from my hips to my ass.
“You sure? I swear I have some somewhere,” I say in a choked voice as Law squeezes my ass cheeks and pulls me against him.
He presses his forehead against my back. “I’m sure.”
He places his hands back on my hips and nudges me until I turn around. I’m standing on a chair in the middle of my kitchen with Law pressed against me. My cock has already perked up, liking the way Law’s chest rubs against it as he moves.
Law’s gaze is trained on mine as he locks his fingers around my thighs and pulls me toward him. It takes me a moment to realize his intent, but once I catch up, it’s easy for me to slide against him and wrap my legs around his waist.
I swallow and lick my lips before I slide my hands upward until my palms are on his cheeks. Slowly, I lower my mouth to his. The kiss is slow and seductive. We take our time exploring and tasting.
Law’s teeth nip my bottom lip, and I push my tongue into his mouth. I’ve kissed Law more than once by now, but every time I do, it just seems to get better. I love it. I’m plastered against him, but I still want more.
I can’t get enough of Law, and in moments like this, when it's just the two of us, I don’t think it’s possible to ever get my fill of Law.
“Hold on,” he mumbles through the kiss as he grabs my ass, pulls me even closer, and walks out of the kitchen with me still wrapped around him like a vine. Law heads toward my bedroom with purposeful strides, and in seemingly no time at all, I’m flat on my back in the middle of my bed.
It takes another minute, and we’re both naked, courtesy of Law, who’s stripped us both so quickly firemen would be proud.
He then climbs on my bed, pressing his naked body against mine, and I moan at the sensations that course through me. I’m already crazy with need and ready to combust, and Law hasn’t even gotten started yet.
His palm slides up my side, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Law’s lips cover my nipple as he licks and sucks at it before leaning over me to bestow the same attention to my other nipple. All the while, his hands keep roaming over my skin, touching everywhere.
Law slides his tongue up, moving from my nipple to my neck, where he dips his tongue into the hollow of my throat, licks upward to the tip of my chin. His tongue touches my lower lip and tracks the contour.
I’m panting like I’ve just run a 10K, and I haven’t even done anything. Our breaths mingle as Law presses his forehead to mine. He closes his eyes for a second like he’s trying to gather himself. Then, those impossibly green orbs focus on me, and I feel a jolt inside.
“What do you want, Andy?” he whispers.
It’s a complicated question. You, is the answer that everything in me wants to scream out at the top of my lungs, but that goes against everything that I promised Law at the beginning of this… whatever it is we’re doing here. I told him I wouldn’t get attached, so I can’t ruin everything by doing just that.
“I want you to”—make love to me—“fuck me.” I stumble over the last words.
Law’s breath hitches. He swallows hard, like he’s not convinced it’s something I really want, but he couldn’t be more wrong. I’ve thought about it ever since I first realized how deeply I trusted him. I can’t imagine doing this with anybody else.
“Are you sure?” Law asks.
I nod. “As death.”
Law’s lips twitch. “Well, that’s romantic.”
I push at his shoulder. “I was trying to illustrate my level of commitment.”
“You really are one of a kind.” The way Law says it, it’s not a bad thing, but I can’t let it mean too much. I need things to remain light and easy between us. That’s the only way I can keep my promise to him.
“Stop trying to butter me up and just do me.”
He snorts. “Yes, sir.”
He kisses me again, and I quickly lose myself to the sensation of his lips and tongue on my body. Law moves back down, planting kisses as he goes, until my rock-hard dick taps against his chin. He looks up at me with a wicked grin as he wraps his hand around the root of my cock. Instead of putting me in his mouth, though, he blows a warm breath over the head. I shiver and close my eyes as he does it over and over again until I feel like I’m about to claw my way out of my skin. My hips are twitching with the effort to stay still. Law slides his palm up and then down. It’s agonizingly slow, but he keeps it up for several minutes.
“Please,” I finally rasp when I can’t take it any longer. Precum is sliding down my cock, and I need more. More friction. More everything.
Law smiles, satisfied with whatever he sees on my face—desperation, most likely—and lower his head, taking me into his mouth. His lips wrap around the crown of my dick, and he goes lower and lower and doesn’t stop until he’s engulfed my whole cock.
“Fuck!” I gasp. That is an extremely good use of Law’s mouth. And then he swallows. The tip of my cock presses against the back of his throat, and the feeling is too sensational for words. He slides up, sucking all the way to the tip, cheeks hollowed and a wicked glint in his eyes, and then he does it all over again.
I think I’m going to die. My toes curl and every inch of my skin buzzes with mind-numbing pleasure. I’ve never felt anything like this before.
I can’t take much more. It’s been mere minutes, and I’m ready to come. My balls are tight and shivers wrack my body as I try to hold back. Law pulls off with a pop, but before I can protest, he moves even lower. My hazy mind has trouble registering what he’s doing, and my ability to think about anything at all is completely thrown out the window as Law sucks my balls into his mouth. He’s not done, though. Far from it.
With easy confidence, he pushes my legs up, exposing every inch of me. It’s intimate as fuck to be so open in front of somebody like this, and it should feel like too much, but it’s Law, and with him, there’s no embarrassment or insecurity. Only need. All-consuming and limitless need.
Law licks his lips, and then—sweet Jesus—he licks over my hole. I’ve seen it in porn, but to be the actual recipient of this treatment is overwhelming as fuck. Nerve endings sizzle and zing, and I gasp, unable to do anything but hold still and pray that this won’t turn out to be a dream.
The tip of Law’s tongue prods at my entrance, slowly and patiently loosening the tight muscle until I’m relaxed enough that he can push the tip of his tongue inside. I grapple with the sheets to have something to hold on to because I’m about to fly off the bed. Or at least that’s what it feels like.
The blissful high keeps building and building as Law licks and fucks me with his tongue. Everything tingles and I’m simultaneously loose and taut as a wire, ready to combust but desperately holding back.
I watch as he pulls open the drawer of my nightstand and grabs the bottle of lube I keep there. He flicks the cap open and drizzles some on my hole.
Things only get harder, literally, when Law pushes the tip of his finger inside. I tense up for a second, but Law’s tongue is back immediately, so it doesn’t take long for me to relax again, and soon he’s worked his whole finger inside me.
Law takes things extra slowly, so by the time we’re on the second finger, I’m a mess. It’s not like he’s purposely edging me, but I’ve been close to coming so many times by now that it damn well feels like he’s doing just that.
It’s not the first time I’ve had something in my ass. I’ve done extensive research, and I’ve learnt that the key to anal sex is definitely practice. A while back, even before Project Hero started, I ordered myself some toys, and I’ve used them on myself, but it’s a whole different ball game to have somebody else’s hands give you pleasure.
Law pushes a third finger inside and sucks my cock into his mouth. My hips come off the bed as I push up to meet him. I’m teetering on the edge again, but just as before, Law must sense what’s about to happen because he stops and straightens himself. He grabs one of the condoms he threw on the bed earlier and rolls it down his very impressive erection.
His eyes flitter between my face and my ass. It takes some fumbling on my part to shove a pillow beneath my hips, but then Law lines himself up. He adds more lube, and the slippery sensation is hot as fuck as he rubs it in and around my hole, and then it gets even better as I get to watch him slather his cock in lube as well.
“Breathe,” he mutters, and I forcefully exhale, not even realizing that I’ve been holding my breath. Law starts working himself inside me, and I try to relax, but it’s not going that well because Law’s dick is definitely bigger than the dildo I’ve been practicing with.
The crown slides in, and I gasp. Law adds more lube and kisses me, nipping at the place where my neck meets my shoulder, making tingles run over my skin. He rolls my nipple between his fingers and keeps kissing me. My tense muscles relax slowly but surely.
“Fuck,” I gasp.
Law is panting like crazy. He’s holding himself back as he lets me adjust to the intrusion.
“Keep going,” I finally get out in a choked voice.
He gives me a strained nod as he slowly starts to sink further inside me. It feels a bit strange, but there are undercurrents of pleasure there, waiting to be unleashed. I can feel it.
“Jesus,” Law gasps once he’s all the way inside me.
I can’t speak. I’ve never felt so full. The feeling is almost unbearable in its intensity. I grab Law’s ass. My grip will probably leave bruises behind, but I need to hold on to him. Law doesn’t seem to mind as I pull him, impossibly, even deeper.
“Please,” I say not sure what I’m asking of him, but as always, Law understands what I need as he slowly draws out, making every one of my nerve endings sing.
It’s too much.
It’s not enough.
I never want this to stop.
Slowly but surely, we build up to a steady rhythm, Law’s hips snapping as he pushes i
nto me. Our loud gasps, muttered curses, and the slap of skin against skin are the only sounds in the room.
Law takes hold of my ankle and pushes my leg up. I’m about to make a quip about not bending that way, but Law pushes inside me, and holy fucking shit, he hits the bullseye.
He glances at me and a wicked smirk appears on his lips as he does it again and again until I can’t take it anymore. I push my hand between our bodies and grab onto my dick. It only takes one squeeze before I gasp, “Coming.”
My orgasm slams into me, and that’s that. I come so hard that there are black spots dotting my vision. Nothing has ever felt like that before, and it only gets better when Law presses his palms on either side of my head, and lets loose on me. His hips snap as he drives into me wildly, chasing his release. It doesn’t take long, just a couple of thrusts before he pulls out. He has a wild look on his face as he tears the condom off and grabs his dick. With a loud roar, he comes all over my stomach and chest, before promptly collapsing on top of me.
“Jesus Christ,” he mutters when we’ve lain still for so long that we’re stuck together. He pries himself off me. We’re a sticky, sweaty mess, but I love every single thing about this moment.
It’s much later, after we’ve showered and are lying together in my bed, wrapped around each other, that I say, “The Fourth of July weekend is coming up. Any big plans?”
Law yawns and snuggles in closer. “Not really. My parents are not big on celebrations, so they’ll probably have a fancy dinner with some of Dad’s business buddies on Thursday, and from then on, it’s just business as usual.”
My hand, that has been tracking the ridges of Law’s spine, stops. “You’re not going home?”
“There’s no point. The traffic will suck, and it’s not much of a celebration in the middle of New York.”
“But… you’ll be all alone, then.” In my family, the Fourth of July has never only been about celebrating independence. For us, it’s a day for our family. We all come home and just spend the day together. Dad grills burgers, we go swimming at the lake, and later we watch fireworks. It’s a day for the family, and suddenly, I can’t seem to get the thought out of my head: Law should be there too.
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