Rocking Thin Ice

by Z. Allora

Drake kept massaging Blaze’s asscheeks until his own cock begged for its wish. He knelt between Blaze’s legs, dribbled some lube over Blaze’s crack, and used his dick to part those two mounds of muscle.

  “Eep!” Blaze shot up farther on the bed. “You can’t. I’ve never—”

  Drake shook his head, waving Blaze off. “No, no, I know. I’m rubbing you on the outside.”

  “Okay? But why?” Blaze moved back down to where he’d lain before, but grimaced with a look of bewilderment.

  “Does it feel bad?”

  “No, it’s…. I don’t know. I’d thought you wanted to fuck me.” He repositioned himself so his ass once again invited Drake to do as he would.

  Did he? He could and would give Blaze anything he wanted. “I do.”

  Blaze’s eyes narrowed onto Drake. “Then why are you rubbing your dick between my asscheeks?”

  “You’ll think it’s stupid.” Drake sighed.

  “I won’t,” Blaze promised.

  How did he explain he’d never expected to be able to appreciate the spectacular view? “One of my favorite images to jerk off to was your ass—”

  “Mine in particular, or asses in general?”

  “Yours. I know it’s kind of odd.” Drake felt his face heat up. He wasn’t embarrassed—well, okay, he totally was.

  “You mean, kind of hot. Part my ass with your cock. Do it, Drake. Rub yourself between my cheeks.” Blaze shifted, making his pert round ass surround Drake.

  Drake groaned and separated Blaze’s ass with his dick. God, he wanted to remember this moment, his dick sliding along Blaze’s crack.

  Blaze thrust back and shook his ass, making Drake shiver. “So was there a favorite picture?”

  Drake spilled out the details Blaze seemed to crave. “If you must know, there was one picture of you. You were getting ready to do a triple axel, and my God, your ass is so perfect.”

  “Did you want to fuck it?”

  “No, I wanted to do this.” Again, Drake dragged his dick along Blaze’s crease while Blaze’s cheeks created a tight space. Dammit, the visual alone. Fucking amazing. If he wasn’t careful, he’d come from rubbing.

  “How do you want to fuck me?” Blaze asked. His voice wavered, and he frowned over his shoulder.

  “Any way you want.”

  “Maybe I should turn over, like you were last night.” Blaze did, and his foot nailed Drake’s thigh… very close to his erection.

  “Wow, that was close! Geez, you almost made me sing higher than Summer.” Drake grabbed Blaze’s battered foot, kissed the arch, and slid up Blaze’s body to nibble on his earlobe.

  “Mmmmm, get some more lube,” Blaze muttered as he shifted around.

  “Sure. You tell me if you don’t like it.”

  Blaze nodded. He inhaled, then exhaled in an exaggerated way.

  “What are you doing?” Drake asked as he used his lubed finger to breach Blaze.

  “Trying to relax.” Blaze’s frown intensified as more lubed fingers joined the party.

  Drake kissed Blaze’s dragon tattoo. He ran his tongue over the outline and then over each color as he scissored his lubed fingers inside Blaze to open him.

  “I must be ready,” Blaze groaned.

  “You sure?” Drake gave him a sheepish grin.

  Blaze swallowed with a gulp. “Yeah. You’ll stop if I don’t like it, right?”

  “We don’t—”

  “I want to try this with you. Go ahead.” Blaze held his knees and presented Drake with an incredible target, but the look on Blaze’s face screamed, “Totally not into this!”

  Not wanting to annoy, Drake said one more time, “Tell me and I’ll stop.”

  Blaze grabbed Drake’s erection and aligned their bodies. “Do it.”

  Taking a deep breath, Drake pushed the head of his dick inside.

  Blaze’s face contorted into a frown. “Go ahead.”

  Drake thrust in a little more.

  “Argh.” Blaze writhed toward the top of the bed. He’d gone completely soft, which might not have been unusual, but his flaccid state wasn’t because his sexual energy had been diverted to his ass.

  “Blaze, do you like this at all?” Drake worried.

  “Um… I like that I’m with you.” A roundabout way of saying no.

  “How about if you were with me a different way?”

  “Like how? You want me to change positions?” Blaze’s expression was a mix of concern and exasperation.

  Drake chuckled. “Yeah, like how about you fuck my mouth.”

  “You don’t want to be with me like this?” Blaze didn’t bother keeping shock out of his tone.

  “I can if you want me to.” Drake needed to spell out the obvious. “Blaze, neither of us should force ourselves to do things we don’t want for the other. That kind of self-sacrifice will lead to resentment.”

  Blaze shook his head. “But it’s not fair that I’m not into being fucked.”

  Sliding out of a hissing Blaze, Drake changed tactics and fixated on the physical. That had worked in the past. Drake whispered, “I love you. Only thing that matters is getting you to make those good sounds.”

  Drake captured Blaze’s flaccid dick and sucked.

  “What sounds?” Blaze’s words broke into moans filled with needy demands.

  Pulling off for a moment, he grinned. “Those. Means I’m doing my job right.”

  “Oh. God, I love your mouth on me.” Blaze wrapped his hands in Drake’s hair and pulled him off. “But it’s not fair.”

  “Why not?” Drake tried not to sound pissy, but being pulled away from Blaze’s cock didn’t please him. He’d really gotten good at sucking, and damned if he didn’t love it.

  “I can’t bottom for you.”

  Drake almost accused Blaze of being too chatty during sex, but he managed to ask, “So? Do you think that’s a deal breaker for me?”

  “Is it?” Blaze pressed his lips together and held his breath.

  “No, it’s not. By the way, you prefer fucking, right?”

  “Yeah, I guess.” Blaze shrugged.

  “Well, news flash, I’d rather be fucked. I get off on lying there with you fucking me. The orgasm is good and deep.”

  “Yeah, but before—”

  “No longer matters. You topped before without feeling and wouldn’t bottom because you didn’t have someone you trusted. With me, you do trust me; it’s simply a matter of you not liking getting fucked.”

  Blaze opened his mouth, then closed it.

  Drake gave Blaze a slow stroke.

  His mouth dropped open, and Blaze gasped.

  “Not to point out the obvious, but I think there’s a lot you and I both like,” Drake clarified.

  Nodding, Blaze exclaimed, “Definitely.”

  “So do you want me to suck you or let you suck me? Maybe I can slide between your perfect asscheeks again. Or do you want to fuck me. How about—”

  “Yes.”

  “Yes, what?”

  “All of that. Yes!”

  Chapter 17

  AFTER A quicker trip back to Colorado, Blaze slouched at Luke’s kitchen table, propped his elbow on the table, and rested his chin on his hand. “Do you think I’m making a mistake?”

  Luke slid hot tea in front of him. “Is that the right question?”

  “What do you mean?” He was totally not in the mood to Sherlock Holmes his brother’s question.

  Sitting next to him, Luke took a sip of his coffee. “The question is, will you regret not taking this chance.”

  Blaze inhaled the spearmint fragrance of his tea and sipped, even though the heat would burn his tongue. Ow! “Yes, I would. I didn’t realize how much I’ve missed.”

  “That’s what I was always afraid of. I respected your drive and determination, but you sacrificed a normal life for skating.”

  “As did you. Don’t think I haven’t appreciated everything you’ve done for me. Without your support I wouldn’t have gotten as far as I have.” Words were inad
equate and always had been when he tried to thank Luke.

  Luke rolled his shoulders in a shrug.

  Blaze sniffed. “And not once did you make me feel bad about all you gave up.”

  “Stop. You’re my brother. We both support each other’s dreams. Mine were simpler than yours.”

  Blaze sipped the tea.

  Setting his coffee down, Luke leaned toward him. “Drake is a good man.”

  “Glad you approve.” Blaze added snark to his tone to counterbalance the tears threatening to spill down his cheeks, but he meant it.

  “Again, I want to be invited to the wedding so I can say I told you so!” Luke chuckled.

  Blaze didn’t even bother denying a wedding, because if he had his way— “I love him so much it scares me, you know? I mean, how crazy is it that I’m dropping everything and running off to be a groupie?”

  “Maybe your ankles and body will appreciate the rest.” Luke pointed out the obvious.

  “Well, I guess, and it’s not like I’m completely giving up skating or training, because it’s easier to stay in shape than to get in shape.” Drake had helped Blaze map out every venue the band would play and the closest ice rink.

  Luke smirked. “You have ice time reserved already, don’t you?”

  “Only in some… okay, at most of the places on the tour, but it’s still only a few times a week… and I know where my gyms are.” Blaze shrugged, leaving out he’d be exercising daily regardless of gyms, though the look on Luke’s face said the words weren’t needed to confirm anything.

  “You’re still going for it in four years?” Luke asked the million-dollar question.

  Blaze shrugged. “Honestly, I don’t know, but I want to keep open the possibility of another shot at the Olympics. I do know I still want to do exhibitions.”

  Luke nodded. “Sounds good. So yeah, while you’re gallivanting across the country, I’m doubling up on my classes. I’ll be graduating next year.”

  “I’m proud of you.” Blaze hugged his brother and buried his face in Luke’s neck, trying to hide the sob.

  “Hey, it’s okay. With texting, Skype, Google Hangouts, and Discord, it’ll be like you’re just downstairs.” Luke hugged him tighter and sniffed a bit.

  The basement door cracked open. “Am I interrupting? I can come back—”

  “Nah, you’re fine.” Luke shifted away from Blaze. “Coffee, Drake?”

  “Um, no, but I’ll take tea.”

  “Sticks and dirt, really?” Luke asked.

  “Yeah, making Blaze’s has given me an appreciation for the scent, and several types of tea taste pretty good too.”

  Luke was on his feet and pouring hot water into a cup. “Sit down and tell me about the tour. Where are you most excited to play?”

  A couple of days before the tour starts….

  BLAZE’S CELL phone buzzed, forcing him to stop trying to imagine getting everything on his bed into one big suitcase. He kept paring down, but argh! Glancing at the caller ID, panic raced through him. “Oh my God.”

  “What? Who is it?” Drake peered up from his guitar and lyric book. He’d been sitting in Blaze’s bedroom corner chair.

  Running away from reality had to be too good to be true. Whispering, Blaze said, “Summer Simpson. She’s probably calling to tell me the band changed their mind. It’s okay. I can—”

  Drake gave him a get-real look and waved at him. “How about you answer the phone?”

  Bracing himself, Blaze’s voice trembled. “Hi, Summer. How are you doing?”

  “Fine. I’m just packing for the tour. How about you?” Her words sounded more like a song than conversation.

  “Same, as long as I’m still welcome.”

  “Of course you are. Don’t be silly.” She groaned. “However, from one diva to another, I realized I needed to tell you—you can take two big suitcases.”

  Blaze’s heart leaped; he looked around at all the stuff he couldn’t imagine living four months without, piled on his bed. “Two? Really?”

  “Yes. I spaced on the fact that half of your suitcase will have your skates and skating stuff.”

  And costumes, his skating music, crash pads, a couple skating outfits in case something came up, among other things. “Thank you. The second bag will help.”

  “I actually purchased the trailer to go behind the tour bus this time, so I made sure we all have some extra room. Tell your man he can have all of his guitars with us instead of having them in the equipment truck. Musicians hate being separated from their instruments and can be such babies… especially guitarists.”

  Blaze snorted. “I will, and thank you again.”

  “I look forward to meeting you.”

  “Me too.” Blaze breathed a sigh of relief and then fist-pumped. When did he pick up that habit?

  Drake set his guitar aside. “Everything okay?”

  “Yeah. Summer said you can put your guitars in the new trailer she bought and not in the equipment truck.”

  Drake scrunched his face. “That’s funny. I guess she didn’t know Jessie, Artano, and me have always kept them on the bus somewhere.”

  “Oh, I—”

  Looking at his vibrating cell, Drake grinned. “It’s Mom. If you’re okay, I’ll take this.”

  “Sure.” Blaze went back to packing.

  “Hey, Mom… um, yeah, he’s here. Okay.” Drake held out the phone. “Mom wants you.”

  What the hell? He took the phone and swallowed. Was she going to tell him it was a bad idea for him to follow Drake like a puppy? “Um, hi, Mrs.… I mean, Julia.”

  “Good save.” She laughed and sounded a bit like Drake. “I know it’s super early, but I wanted to invite you, your brother, anyone he’s seeing, and your coach and her husband to Thanksgiving at our house.”

  Thanksgiving? That was months away. Would he and Drake even be together? He glanced over at his boyfriend, who made promises of love and sex with his eyes. Drake took his hand and kissed his knuckles. Doubts liquefied.

  Blaze answered, “Luke and I would love to, Julia. And I’ll check with Anna.”

  “Wonderful. Oh, and in the arenas near New Haven, Matthew and I will be attending the shows, but if during those days you find yourself at loose ends, let us know. We’d love to spend time with you.”

  Spend time with him? Instead of terror, happiness made him sniff and kiss Drake’s cheek. “I’d enjoy that. I have early rink times at all the East Coast shows, so I’d be free around lunch.”

  “Terrific. We’ll make plans.”

  “Sounds good.”

  “Oh, and if you don’t mind, text me your number so Matthew and I can both have it.”

  “Of course. Here’s Drake.” Blaze handed the phone back to Drake and meandered back to stare at the piles of stuff.

  This was real, and apparently he was all in. Drake’s family not only accepted him, they welcomed him into the family. He checked for mental drama and found none, just the need to use Google to find activities near those shows that both Drake’s parents might enjoy.

  The Tour Begins….

  DRAKE SCRATCHED Ice in the right place behind his ears. “Iceman. Dude, I’ll bring your daddy back. And your uncle Luke says he’ll bring you to some of the shows so we will see you soon.”

  Blaze tried not to cry. He’d see his dog about every three weeks, but argh. It was hard. “Ice, I love you, baby. Be good for Luke.”

  Luke patted him on the shoulder. “Ice will be fine. I installed a doggy door upstairs for him. I also got the same bed as you have downstairs and put it upstairs, and you’ve seen the fence extension to include my kitchen doorsteps with another doggy door. Plus, when you video chat with me, you’ll talk to Ice like always too. He won’t forget you while you go groupie.”

  Blaze swallowed and gave a jerky nod. It wasn’t like he’d never gone away. He’d skated in a number of overseas competitions without Luke, but this seemed different… bigger.

  Anna pulled into the driveway and got out of the car
. “I saw the monstrosity of a bus a few blocks away. So here.”

  Blaze took the medicinal tea she shoved at him. “Thanks.”

  “For both of you. And Viktor and I are going to see you at a couple of shows too. You will send me clips of you on the ice. It will be just like the road trip. I can diagnose problems from cell phone…. Yes, you know I’m that good.”

  Drake snorted and gave her a hug.

  “You take care of our boy, you hear me?” Anna waved her finger with less sternness.

  “I’ll do my best.” Oh geez, Drake didn’t know that was the worst thing to say to Anna.

  She put up a hand to stop both Blaze and Luke jumping to Drake’s defense. “There is no try. You will do or you will not do. Which is it?”

  “I will take care of Blaze. You have my word,” he told her with all of his sincerity.

  “Good.” She latched on to Blaze as she spoke to Drake. “Oh, and tell your mama my Viktor and I will join your family for Thanksgiving. Thank you and your family for the kind invitation.”

  “Great, I will.” Drake grabbed two bags and followed Luke down the driveway.

  “You have fun. Not too much. We have one thing yet to do in four years. Then you retire and teach young ones. Oh, and I’ve got some exhibition dates I want to run past—I’ll email you.”

  The tour bus pulled to a stop in front of the house. The Midnight Shadow logo with a picture of the band beneath emblazoned one side of the huge bus.

  Blaze hugged her. “I’ll miss you, Anna.”

  “You won’t. I’ll be a bug in your ear, always buzzing.” Anna smirked with too much wicked intention.

  Blaze laughed, squeezed her tight, and followed after Luke and Drake, who had taken all the bags to the driver standing at the trailer.

  The driver shook Blaze’s hand. “I’m Joanna, and I’ll give you the whole spiel when everyone else is onboard. You two were first on my schedule. But now, off we go to pick up the others.”

  Blaze nuzzled Ice one more time while Luke gave Drake a manly backslapping hug and said, “Wishing you and Midnight Shadow all the best. Make sure he has some fun.”

  Drake nodded. “Will do.”

  Launching himself at Luke one more time, Blaze whispered, “I love you, and I’ll text you tonight.”