until he choked.
Riley’s heel kicked back against the wall. “Fuck. Yes . Yes , I like that—”
Ethan did it again and then again. When he stopped, he was gasping for breath. “You’re way kinkier than I thought. Always the quiet ones.” He jacked Riley loosely with his hand. “Actually stop being so quiet.”
Riley made a noise and nodded.
Ethan looked very pleased with himself, and he went back to sucking Riley’s cock with the same enthusiasm and slightly aggressive determination with which he went after everything else. And he choked again, which made Riley gasp and moan and try desperately to find some purchase in Ethan’s hair to hang on.
“Umm.” Riley finally tugged on Ethan’s neck. “You should maybe—”
Ethan pulled off and got his hand around Riley again. It wasn’t like they’d figured out hand jobs perfectly yet, but Ethan was getting pretty good at them. What got Riley off, though, was when Ethan looked up at him all wide-eyed and panting for breath, with his mouth all wet and said, “Oh.” Quietly. Like maybe he’d just figured something out.
Riley wasn’t sure why that made him come, but it did.
He offered to return the favor, but Ethan turned red and muttered, “Uh, not necessary.”
Things were normal for the rest of the evening. They played video games, Ethan smoked a few cigarettes—outside—and they watched the West Coast game between the Devils and the Sharks on the NHL Network. That involved a very long discussion of who would win in a fight between a devil and a shark, which—shockingly—came to no logical conclusion.
It wasn’t until they decided they should go to sleep that things got weird. They stood in the living room, eyeing each other warily.
“Well.” Ethan rubbed a hand over his head. “So. Good night?”
“Yeah. I mean, you too.” Riley cleared his throat. Was he supposed to kiss Ethan good night and go to his own room? Or what? Dating your roommate was confusing.
“Do you have like, rules and shit?”
Riley blinked, still caught up in his quandary over sleeping arrangements. “For having a good night?”
“No. For like, before games and things?” Ethan wasn’t looking at him. The tips of his ears were red. “About sleeping. And sex. Come on. You’re the superstitious one. Right?”
“I don’t have any for that. No.” Riley smiled at him. “Why?”
“Oh, fuck you.” Ethan hit him on the shoulder and then shoved Riley toward his bedroom. He did it again and then again, which meant he was following Riley. “I know it’s only been four hours. So maybe you forgot the whole part about the feelings we decided we just had to have? Before we got distracted by the sex.”
“No. I didn’t forget the part about the feelings. But I was definitely distracted,” Riley said, grinning wickedly. “Believe me.”
“It’s all just sex, sex, sex with you. Isn’t it?” Ethan sighed dramatically, but he looked pleased. “If we have feelings, then you’re my boyfriend. And if you’re my boyfriend, then I’m sleeping with you.” Ethan crossed his arms. “I might have let you out of it if you’d blamed it on hockey, but you didn’t. And now you can’t.”
Riley reached out, grabbed Ethan, and pulled him hard against him. “Good.” He kissed him. Maybe they were still learning all the other stuff, but Riley decided they were really good at kissing. Top tier of the kissing league. Definitely.
Things I’m never saying out loud, ever.
“What? You’re laughing. Are you laughing at my kissing? I’m trying not to hurt your lip, idiot, but if you’re going to laugh , I’ll hit you again.”
Riley pushed Ethan on his bed and climbed on top of him. Fighters were supposed to stop when they went down. Right? Maybe instinct would kick in.
If not, Riley would take Ethan’s pants off. It was always good to a have a plan.
Chapter Nine
THE SEASON was going well for the Sea Storm. They had won enough games to put them firmly in
Riley’s heel kicked back against the wall. “Fuck. Yes . Yes , I like that—”
Ethan did it again and then again. When he stopped, he was gasping for breath. “You’re way kinkier than I thought. Always the quiet ones.” He jacked Riley loosely with his hand. “Actually stop being so quiet.”
Riley made a noise and nodded.
Ethan looked very pleased with himself, and he went back to sucking Riley’s cock with the same enthusiasm and slightly aggressive determination with which he went after everything else. And he choked again, which made Riley gasp and moan and try desperately to find some purchase in Ethan’s hair to hang on.
“Umm.” Riley finally tugged on Ethan’s neck. “You should maybe—”
Ethan pulled off and got his hand around Riley again. It wasn’t like they’d figured out hand jobs perfectly yet, but Ethan was getting pretty good at them. What got Riley off, though, was when Ethan looked up at him all wide-eyed and panting for breath, with his mouth all wet and said, “Oh.” Quietly. Like maybe he’d just figured something out.
Riley wasn’t sure why that made him come, but it did.
He offered to return the favor, but Ethan turned red and muttered, “Uh, not necessary.”
Things were normal for the rest of the evening. They played video games, Ethan smoked a few cigarettes—outside—and they watched the West Coast game between the Devils and the Sharks on the NHL Network. That involved a very long discussion of who would win in a fight between a devil and a shark, which—shockingly—came to no logical conclusion.
It wasn’t until they decided they should go to sleep that things got weird. They stood in the living room, eyeing each other warily.
“Well.” Ethan rubbed a hand over his head. “So. Good night?”
“Yeah. I mean, you too.” Riley cleared his throat. Was he supposed to kiss Ethan good night and go to his own room? Or what? Dating your roommate was confusing.
“Do you have like, rules and shit?”
Riley blinked, still caught up in his quandary over sleeping arrangements. “For having a good night?”
“No. For like, before games and things?” Ethan wasn’t looking at him. The tips of his ears were red. “About sleeping. And sex. Come on. You’re the superstitious one. Right?”
“I don’t have any for that. No.” Riley smiled at him. “Why?”
“Oh, fuck you.” Ethan hit him on the shoulder and then shoved Riley toward his bedroom. He did it again and then again, which meant he was following Riley. “I know it’s only been four hours. So maybe you forgot the whole part about the feelings we decided we just had to have? Before we got distracted by the sex.”
“No. I didn’t forget the part about the feelings. But I was definitely distracted,” Riley said, grinning wickedly. “Believe me.”
“It’s all just sex, sex, sex with you. Isn’t it?” Ethan sighed dramatically, but he looked pleased. “If we have feelings, then you’re my boyfriend. And if you’re my boyfriend, then I’m sleeping with you.” Ethan crossed his arms. “I might have let you out of it if you’d blamed it on hockey, but you didn’t. And now you can’t.”
Riley reached out, grabbed Ethan, and pulled him hard against him. “Good.” He kissed him. Maybe they were still learning all the other stuff, but Riley decided they were really good at kissing. Top tier of the kissing league. Definitely.
Things I’m never saying out loud, ever.
“What? You’re laughing. Are you laughing at my kissing? I’m trying not to hurt your lip, idiot, but if you’re going to laugh , I’ll hit you again.”
Riley pushed Ethan on his bed and climbed on top of him. Fighters were supposed to stop when they went down. Right? Maybe instinct would kick in.
If not, Riley would take Ethan’s pants off. It was always good to a have a plan.
Chapter Nine
THE SEASON was going well for the Sea Storm. They had won enough games to put them firmly in
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