Harmless(16)

"So, how are things going otherwise? You know, your life off the ice?"

There were so many things he wanted to tell his mom. There's this guy I met and I think I might actually be focused on something other than hockey. However, I only got to spend one night with him and that was more than a year ago, but I still can't stop thinking about him. I saw him again tonight, and I want to hop in my truck and chase him down just so I can look at him, hear his voice. Of course, he couldn't tell her that. He couldn't tell anyone that. "Good. Now that the season's underway, we'll be busy."

"That's a good thing, right? But you've got to have time to date those supermodels. Are you still seeing that one girl?"

Seg knew his mother didn't really care. She was asking to be nice. He'd told her long ago that his hockey career was the only thing that mattered. He'd also warned her not to believe everything she read or saw on television.

"Not seeing anyone right now," he said because it was true. "She was just a friend, Ma."

"That's what you always say. You're not getting any younger, Seggy."

His cheeks heated at the nickname. While his friends and the rest of his family called him Seg, his mother had insisted on making the nickname "cute."

"Last I checked, twenty-seven wasn't exactly old," he told her.

"Maybe not. But one of these days, you'll wake up to find that you're sixty."

"I'm sure I'll be happy at sixty."

"I'm sure you will." She chuckled. "I can take a hint. I won't keep you. Had to make sure I told you how amazing you were tonight."

"You always say that."

"And you always are," she said, sounding somewhat indignant.

"Thanks, Ma. I love you."

"Love you too, Seggy. Talk to you later."

Half an hour later, Seg was in bed, watching the highlights from all the games of the night. He should've been asleep or even out at the bar, but he wasn't. He was sitting there on his bed, trying not to think about that one incredible night with Roan. All the things they'd done right here on his bed.

"Not tired yet?" Roan mumbled when Seg moved closer.

"Not even close." Shit. At this point, Seg wasn't sure he would ever sleep again. After what Roan had done to him in the shower …  He'd be thinking about that for a long damn time.

"What're you thinkin' then? Round three?"

"Fuck yes," Seg whispered, pressing his mouth to Roan's as he moved over him. "Right now."

Roan rolled onto his back, kissed him with such urgency, and Seg took that as agreement.

"Lift your legs up," Seg instructed. "To your chest."

"Condom," Roan muttered.

"Already on." While Roan had dozed beside him, Seg had kept his eyes on him, slowly stroking himself until he was hard.

Roan lifted his knees up, opening himself to Seg. After kissing Roan once more, deep and hard this time, he lifted up onto his knees, pressing his hands against the backs of Roan's thighs.




 

 

He slid his lubed cock against Roan's puckered hole, then used one hand to guide himself home. The heat of Roan's ass strangled his dick as he pushed inside. Seg met Roan's gaze, holding it while he rocked forward, going deeper, then pulling back. He continued the motion, inching in a little more each time. When he bottomed out, he retreated, then slammed home.

"Hard," Roan insisted. "Use me. Fuck me hard."

Damn. Why was that sexy as fuck?

Unable to resist, Seg pulled back, then slammed in again. He watched Roan's face, captivated by the way his eyes rolled back, his mouth hung open.

"Oh, yeah... Faster."

Seg drove his hips forward again and again.

"Harder."

He gave Roan what he asked for.

Roan opened his eyes and met Seg's gaze. "Deeper."

Goddamn. If Roan kept that up, Seg was going to come again. Fuck.

He pounded Roan's ass harder, faster, deeper, keeping his hands on the backs of Roan's thighs, trying his best not to hurt him.

"So good. Fuck me …  Yes  …  just like that."

Roan groaned with every punishing thrust, and Seg never looked away from his face. He wasn't sure what was happening here. This was supposed to be one night, but fuck if he didn't already want a replay. Shit. He wanted to spend the rest of the week fucking Roan until he could get his fill.

He briefly wondered what Roan would think if he made the suggestion.

Seg hated that he never got the chance to ask Roan. That night, after he'd come harder than he ever had in his life, they'd both drifted off to sleep. When Seg woke the next morning, it'd been in an empty bed. Roan hadn't left a note, and Seg had known he would never see him again.

It was stupid that he wanted another go at it. He should've been relieved that Roan had never said anything to anyone. Or at least he didn't think he had. It should've made him happy to know that he didn't have to worry about being outed. As it was, he'd spent the last year avoiding sexual relationships at all costs.