Picks & Pucks (8 page)

“No one knows,” I said. “I didn’t tell anyone. I swear. No one has to know about us. Jack is gone. I don’t think he recognized you. Please, Danny, I love you so much.”

He touched my face, pushing the hair away from my eyes. “Someone always finds out, and if you didn’t already know, hockey players aren’t gay.”

He slowly pulled out of my grasp and turned his back to me. He gathered his clothes and got dressed. And just like that, it was over.

I sighed and realized he was going to be one of those guys who had two lives. One life would be for the public, where he projected a happily married guy with a wife and kids; the other life would be buried in dark hotels and seedy bars.

I never thought doing that shit was fair to anyone, especially to yourself. No matter how much I loved him, I wasn’t going to be his deep dark secret.

“Fucking demons,” I grumbled. Another loud noise close to my door startled me. It sounded like he’d fallen on his face again. My dad would kill me if his star player injured himself and I didn’t help him. Against my better judgment, I opened the door. Danny was on his hands and knees in the hallway, staring at the floor. His messy blond hair hung in his face, and he was breathing heavily.

“Tripped up the stairs,” he muttered. “Sorry.”

“Go to bed, D-man,” I whispered. “You’re fucked up.”

He sighed heavily, and I swear a fucking demon possessed me. That could be the only reason I could think of why I let my fingers slip through his hair. His heavy breathing hitched, and his head snapped up. His eyes met mine, burning into me. I wanted to run, but the demons circled me, forcing me to stand still. He growled, jumped to his feet and came at me, then pushed me into my room and slammed the door behind us. He shoved me on my bed and climbed on top of me to straddle my hips and press my wrists into the bed.

“I know I have no right to ask,” he said in a low voice that made my dick harden, “but give me tonight. Just one night. Please.”

The demons eyed me. They didn’t need to remind me how hurt I had been when he’d left me. It had taken me months to get over him. The worst thing about the breakup was how it affected my skating. I couldn’t concentrate. All I wanted to do was listen to depressing music and wallow in my grief. The pain of losing my mother resurfaced, made worse by the fact that I also missed a stupid hockey player.

I was older now, wiser in the ways of the world. I knew Danny and I would never have a real relationship. But I did remember the mind-blowing sex.

“Justin,” Danny moaned as he pushed his hard cock against my leg. “I want you, please.”

He stroked my cheek, slowly moving his fingers into my hair. His movements were no longer clumsy, and it suddenly became clear to me that he wasn’t as drunk as I’d thought. Maybe he wasn’t drunk at all.

“It’s just a fuck,” I whispered to the demons. My heart decided I needed this to put everything I felt toward Danny to rest once and for all. The logical part of my brain told me I was a fucking idiot and I should get out before I drowned.

Danny moved again, grinding against my dick. My hips rose and I met his movements.

“Oh God,” he groaned. “Is that a yes?”

I’d forgotten how to speak, so I grunted and reached for the button on his jeans. The moment I popped it open, he attacked me. His tongue was in my mouth, sliding against mine. His fingers tugged on my hair, holding me in place as he kissed me. The heat between us increased, and I could feel his cock swell. I squirmed, and he kissed a line up to my neck, then nipped at my earlobe and around the shell of my ear.

“Danny,” I breathed as I worked my hands under his shirt, tracing the lines of his muscles. “Shirt off.”

He sat up on his knees, lifted his shirt over his head, and tossed it to the floor. It landed near the Detroit Red Wings T-shirt I’d found hidden in my drawer. He smirked and rolled his eyes.

I laid my palms flat against his chest, staring at him. I could see the tension in his muscles as I let my fingers drift over his skin, stopping to circle his nipples and pinch them. He arched into my touch, but it wasn’t enough. I needed to feel his skin against mine, to feel the heat and weight of his body on mine. I tried to sit up, but he gently pressed me back down. His fingers played with the hem of my shirt, skirting across my skin, making my entire body yearn for his touch. He slipped his hands under my shirt and ran them over my chest. A low moan escaped my lips. He finally lifted my shirt over my head, throwing it on the ground near his.

“Fuck, you’re ripped,” he said as he kissed me, slowly and deeply, at the same time he was touching my chest and tweaking my nipples. His lips skimmed my throat, where he paused at my pulse point and sucked hard. It was going to be difficult to hide the mark. I was on sensory overload, barely able to move my own hands. I looped my arms around his neck and turned his face, so I could kiss his mouth again.

“Justin,” he moaned, and I felt an urgent need to be connected to him. I thrust up against him, my cock straining to be touched and released from the confines of my jeans. I worked my hand between us and cupped his dick through his underwear, drawing my fingers back and tracing the outline around the ridge of the head. A wet spot formed on the material, and I shoved my hand inside and quickly wrapped my fingers around his cock.

“Yes,” he said, tossing his head back. “Waited so long, so long.”

It was a struggle, but I managed to push his pants down to his thighs while I kept a firm grip on his dick. He started thrusting into my fist but abruptly stopped when I sped up my strokes. He sat up again and batted my hand away as he rolled over so he could get out of his pants.

“Why did you stop me?”

He blinked at me and took a deep breath. “I want to come buried inside you.”

I gasped. The demons roared and tossed the remaining shred of logical thought out of my head. Danny stared hungrily at me as he pulled my pajama pants down over my hips. My underwear followed.

The heat from his skin sliding over mine almost made me come. When his dick rubbed against mine, I truly thought I was done. He grabbed me around the waist and pulled me into his lap. I wrapped my legs around him and felt his cock sliding over my hole. After a few minutes of grinding and thrusting, he stilled my hips.

“I can’t wait,” he mumbled into my mouth. “Please tell me you have lube and condoms.”

“Bed, under bed,” I muttered, leaning back and blindly feeling around for the box and bottle.

Apparently I wasn’t moving fast enough for Danny, because he got in on the search, almost crushing me in the process. I took the opportunity to touch his cock, sliding my thumb over the head.

“Justin,” he warned, tossing me a condom. “Put it on me.”

I ripped the packet open, but instead of putting it on him right away, I gave his cock a couple of hard tugs. He swore and grabbed the condom from my hand, pushed me away, and rolled it down his dick.

He opened the bottle and squirted lube into his hand. For a moment, while he hovered over me, the demons roared again. I swatted the memories away and decided to live in the moment. Damn the consequences. He’d already destroyed my heart. I hadn’t needed the stupid thing for the past year, and I certainly didn’t need it now.

“Justin?” he said quietly.

I pulled him down on top of me and kissed him like this was my last day on earth. He responded by moving his hand over my cock and down to my balls. My body quivered with excitement, and I automatically raised my knees. He rolled my balls a few times before his fingers slid back to my hole.

It was only a light, teasing pressure, but it drove me insane. I whined, so he pressed a little harder, but it still wasn’t enough. When my wet tongue slid over his wrist, he stopped and stared at me. His eyes softened, and slowly he pressed harder until he breached my body. The burn was exquisite, and my eyes fell shut as he gently worked me open. He twisted and pumped his finger, until I was squirming beneath him.

“I need you, Justin,” he gasped. “I need….”

For a moment I thought he was going to slam into me, but he stilled and moved a strand of sweaty hair away from my eyes. “I’ve missed you,” he breathed into my mouth.

With a gentle push, he added another finger, slipping them in and out of me.

“Enough,” I said. “I’m ready.”

The cap on the lube popped again and he slicked his cock before lining it up with my hole. He grabbed me by my shoulders, fingers digging into my skin as he sat back and pulled me into his lap. He pushed and his slick cock pressed into my body. He thrust a few more times and soon he filled me. We stayed still for a few minutes, kissing with our eyes open. The demons were quiet, because I never thought I would be looking into his blue eyes again, and I don’t think the demons believed it either.

He whispered my name and started moving his hips in a torturous rhythm. I ground back against him, and he switched angles until his cock was bumping my prostate with every pump.

He leaned back until he was lying flat on the bed and I was riding him. He reached for my cock and I grunted, resisting the urge to scream. He stroked me roughly until I was so close to coming that I had to stop his hand. He squeezed my dick and stopped moving in me.

“Come on, Danny,” I begged. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

I got my wish when he flipped me to my stomach and raised me to my knees. He grabbed my shoulders and shoved back in, pounding so hard I barely had time to brace myself.

I grabbed my dick, squeezing hard, trying to hold off the orgasm building inside my gut.

“I’m gonna come!” I shouted as I filled my hand.

He yelled a mixture of curses along with my name. His muscles tightened, and with one more hard thrust, he came. He collapsed on my back. Our bodies, slick with sweat and jizz, slid together, and I closed my eyes, wishing for things that would never be possible. The demons told me I was doomed.

When he finally pulled his softening cock from my body, I sighed and waited for him to say thanks for the fuck or something else equally stupid. The bathroom light in the hall popped on, and he came back with a washcloth soaked in warm water. He carefully cleaned me up and tossed the rag on the floor.

I braced myself again, expecting a hasty good-bye, but it never came. Instead he pulled the blankets down and crawled into bed with me. His warmth seeped into my bones, and I sank back against him. Before long I had turned in his arms so I could run my hands over his body, memorizing all the contours of his muscles. He started gasping for air, and I noticed he was getting hard again. I ran my tongue down his chest and across his hipbone, then nuzzled his half-hard dick.

“Fuck,” he hissed and pushed on my head, thrusting his hips. I didn’t waste any time, opening my mouth and letting my tongue glide over his heated flesh. It only took a few licks, and he was fully hard again.

“Jesus, fuck, Justin, you’re going to kill me.”

“Thought about it,” I said. He laughed until I engulfed his cock with my hot mouth.

Things got overheated pretty quickly. I teased him a few more times, slowly moving my mouth up and down his dick. I made the mistake of opening my eyes and looking up, meeting his gaze. His eyes were black, filled with lust. I gently ran my teeth up his cock and he snapped, grabbing my head and shoving hard into my mouth. It took me off guard, and I gagged.

“I’m sorry,” he said sheepishly.

“Fuck my mouth,” I mumbled and went down on him again. His eyes hardened and he yanked my hair. I let him set the pace, but kept a firm hand on his hip in case I needed to slow him down. My eyes stayed open, and I watched his movements. His breaths came faster and faster and he licked his lips, making them glisten in the dim light.

“Oh fuck, Justin,” he said and twisted his fingers in my hair, pulling me off his dick. He tackled me to the bed, reaching for another condom. The fucker was smooth as silk, and before I knew it, he was sinking into me again. Fire shot up my spine but was soon replaced by blinding fireworks. He set a frantic pace, and within minutes we were both coming again.

“Holy hell,” he muttered and fell back on the bed. This time I found the washcloth and wiped us off. He enveloped me with his arms, snuggling into my neck.

“I know we should probably, well, talk or something,” he stammered and blushed.

“Nothing to talk about,” I said. The demons let me know I was a big fat liar, but I wasn’t ready to hear the shitty things that were going to come out of Danny’s mouth and mine. “Sleep, Danny.”

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ALARM
on my phone twittered at some ungodly hour. I reached for it and felt warm, naked skin pressing against my back. Danny handed me my phone, and I shut it off as his fingers danced across my back.

“You’re still here,” I mumbled. “You said only the night.”

“It’s dark out, so it’s technically still night,” he said, rolling me on my stomach and sliding his hard dick in between my ass cheeks.

A garbled response came out of my mouth, and I pressed back against him. Cold lube dribbled down my ass, and he apologized before working me open again.

When he pressed into me, he lay on top of me, slipping his arm under my chest and pulling me tighter to him. With his other hand he found my hand and laced our fingers together. He kissed my neck, quietly whispering my name against my skin. I turned my head and found his mouth, tasting him and dedicating everything to memory because a memory was all I would have left when the light of day broke into my room.

It was slow and torturous, gentle and loving. He came before me and finished me off with a languid hand job. When he pulled out of me, I shuddered and braced myself for the sarcasm or wicked words that were sure to come when he realized he had spent the entire night with me. Instead I got a gentle kiss on the forehead, a brush of his hand down my cheek, and a sad gaze as he dressed and left my room.

“Holy shit,” I murmured, pulling the blankets over my head.

It took about half an hour for me to calm down and convince myself that none of last night meant anything more than sex. The soft caresses and the tender kisses were all part of the act. The demons got in on my moment of weakness and bombarded me with memories of the past night. It wasn’t easy to shake them off, because I wasn’t sure I wanted to let them go. I was still in a fog when I got to the rink.