"It was magic," Seg said, deadpan.
"Never mind the fact that his hockey stick was lying on the floor in front of him or that the puck was still protruding from the metal frame that surrounded the bulb."
Seg grinned cheekily.
Deb laughed, then peered down at Liam, who was smiling up at her. "I was thinking that Liam and I would go into the living room," Deb said, her gaze darting between Roan and Seg. "Then after the two of you do the dishes, maybe you could spend some time together."
Heat infused Roan instantly. He knew he shouldn't be embarrassed, yet he was.
"Thanks, Ma. If you need anything, let us know."
"When does he take a bottle?" she asked Roan directly.
Roan glanced at his watch. "Anytime now."
Deb nodded. "Good. If you want to make that for me after the dishes are done, I'll be happy to feed him."
Deb got to her feet, grinning down at Liam as she walked out of the kitchen. Roan didn't move from his seat.
"You all right?" Seg asked.
Roan shook his head, but he said, "I will be." And he would. It would take a little time to get used to this.
"Let's get the dishes done." Seg leaned in closer. "Then we'll go make out in my bedroom."
If this man wasn't careful, Roan was going to spontaneously combust.
Talk about embarrassing.
Twenty
SEG FELT LIKE A TEENAGER.
More so than he'd ever felt like one before. Even back when he was in high school. Because hockey had taken over his life at an early age-by his choice-Seg hadn't spent much time doing simple, adolescent things such as making out with someone he liked. Sure, he'd had girls flock to him because he played sports, but he'd spent his time perfecting his game, his desire to make it into the NHL a driving force he hadn't been able to shove to the side.
Perhaps his lack of interest stemmed from the fact that he was gay, even if he hadn't realized it at that point. It was true, he hadn't experienced any stop-the-press type feelings for any one particular girl. Or guy, for that matter. Thinking back on it now, maybe he'd been trying to figure it out, and focusing on hockey was just easier.
So this … making out with Roan made him feel like he was fifteen years old. Although, he wasn't sure a fifteen-year-old should be doing what they were doing.
Seriously. Roan was half naked, lying on Seg's bed, his shirt on the floor, his jeans around his ankles, and Seg had two fingers buried in his ass, fucking him slow and easy.
"Seg … " Roan breathed out roughly, his rough groan muted against Seg's neck.
"Do you like that?" Seg whispered. "Like when I finger fuck your ass?"
"More than you know." Roan's hands clutched at Seg's T-shirt, his body tense.
"Good. Because I'm enjoying the hell out of it."
Roan groaned when Seg shifted his finger, seeking that one spot he'd recently learned of that would blow Roan's mind.
"Oh, fuck … oh, fuck … " Roan buried his face deeper into Seg's neck, his words muffled by Seg's shoulder.
The man was clutching him tighter, his breathing coming as fast as his heartrate. Seg briefly wondered if he could get off on this. Simply by watching the overwhelming pleasure consume Roan.
"Seg … " Roan groaned softly. "More. Please."
"I'll get you there, I promise," Seg assured him as he continued to penetrate Roan's ass. "Promise."
Hell, he could've gotten Roan off twice already, but Seg wasn't ready for that yet. He enjoyed the fuck out of teasing the man. Not to mention, God only knew when he'd get to see him again, and Seg wasn't ready to be done.
He shifted his position so that his mouth was inches from Roan's dick. Strong fingers latched into his hair, and Seg chuckled. Apparently Roan was hanging by a thread.
"Finish me," Roan commanded, his voice nothing more than a gruff whisper. "Right now."
Seg opened his mouth and took Roan's thick cock to the root. He sucked roughly, bobbing his head up and down slowly, then faster, his fingers still fucking Roan's ass, matching the pace of his mouth. Roan managed to control the pace by tightening his grip on Seg's hair. Seg had no choice but to give in, to allow Roan to fuck his face.
Suddenly, Roan jerked his hair, causing Roan's dick to fall from his mouth. Seg moved again, this time leaning down to brush his lips against Roan's, inhaling the man's choppy, rough breaths. The guy was so fucking sexy like this.
He had absolutely no idea how many minutes passed because he was so caught up in listening to Roan's rough growls and spine-tingling moans. If he was right, Roan was lost to the sensation, focused solely on getting to the finish line.
"Oh, fuck … oh, fuck … oh … "