30. Chapter 30

Chapter 30

Shane

Eighteen Years of Age

W hy Eli insisted on learning French was beyond me.

We still went to summer camp, but we were coaching the kids this year, and more than one of them came from Montreal. So, I stood by listening to Eli speak fluently with the two wingers, animatedly describing things while sounding all sexy and… French. Had it been anyone else, I wouldn’t be so flustered. Eli, however, had me all hot under the collar with the effortless way the words poured out of his mouth. It was distracting. I pried my gaze away to see my defenseman…doing a horrible job. I sighed and called them in for further instruction.

I needed to learn French. Sooner rather than later.

Present

Joe had been yelling at me constantly to sit still. We’d carpooled to the rink, and the need to get home to Eli had my leg jiggling so hard it bounced both of us. “Honeymoon stage, I swear. It's only been three days!”

“Shut up. I like my bed and my man in one place, sue me.” I winced, regretting rubbing it in his face. Just a month ago I’d been dating his brother. We had talked it over, and luckily Jordan had kept the heat off me, but to say that Joe was a little disappointed would be an understatement.

He reached over and patted my shoulder. “Don’t do that. Take it as a compliment that I wanted you as my brother-in-law. I get it, though—Eli is your one, so you can keep telling me the cute shit. Just… keep it PG—please.”

I laughed. “Sorry, Eli continues to surprise me with how well he’s adjusting.”

“I'm happy for you, truly. But maybe put on headphones next time… and maybe tell me to go to the bar or something.”

“Sure thing.”

I practically jumped out of the car while it was still moving. All the lights were on but unfortunately my man was nowhere to be found.

“Where’s Eli?” I questioned.

Hunter smiled. “Your boyfriend told me to tell you, he finishes at seven tonight. I saw him before he left.”

I ignored the lilt in his tone and the cocky grin he threw over his shoulder at Tyler—I’d use those to my advantage the next time he decided to be a mopey, broody bastard in Tyler’s absence. The two needed to get on the same team like, yesterday. The pull to each other was so strong even I could feel it. It had to be killing them to be apart all the time.

I looked down at my watch and sighed. I still had two hours to kill.

“Hunter,” I warned, “You two better keep it down tonight. I need to celebrate and I won’t be competing.”

Hunter huffed. “Fuck off, this is my New Year’s celebration night—we haven’t seen each other in days.”

“Don’t care. I know you two have been fucking like rabbits all day—if you feel the urge, muzzle each other, I don’t want you wrecking the mood.”

“It worked for you last time, I don’t hear you thanking me!”

I was halfway down the hall when Tyler scolded him.With a laugh, I decided that maybe it was time to show my man knows how proud I was of him. Also to look at possible listings. Either that, or hire a contractor to install thicker walls

I heard the front door open two hours later, followed by the voice that never failed to make my heart skip.

“Where’s Jarman?”

Hunter and Tyler were still in the living room, the sounds of the TV filtering down the hall.

“In your ro—”

“‘Kay thanks! Night!”

Distant chuckles followed Eli’s thundering footsteps down the hall. I readied myself, trying to hide my nerves as he threw open the door. “Oh shit, babe! That's for my eyes only!”

A boom of laughter came from down the hall and I cursed Eli’s lack of an inside voice.

“Then close the door, sweetheart.”

He did, eyes raking over my body before they danced around the room. “Damn…I was excited to tell you about my day, but now I think we need to table that conversation. This is beautiful—don’t get me started on the stats for death by candle—but beautiful.”

I bit down on my urge to laugh. My gorgeous, boisterous Mouse was back. Thinking back on all the time I spent silently loving him, it was like my spark had come back. He was filling every ounce of my body with an energy that I thought to be gone. The mute happiness I found in my job, in this house, with my friends, was a dull haze in happiness in comparison to how I felt in that moment.

Then he began sauntering my way, the sway of his hips pulling my eyes south. “And damn, does the candlelight make you look like a Roman king. And that jockstrap… don’t know why it's doing it for me, but I need you inside me, A.S.A.P.” He might as well have given a sassy snap that Ru Paul would be proud of.

“Sweetheart, if I hadn’t known you were a little gay back then, I would after that.”

“Deal with it, babe. I’m definitely gay, gay as I can be—for you.”

My heart thumped hard in my chest, and I couldn’t even stop the grin on my face. With him, I’d never stop grinning like a fool. “Well, before the fucking, I had plans.”

Eli poked out his bottom lip. “You're telling me, you're standing there in nothing but a jock strap, all muscular and god damn beautiful and you’re going to make me wait. What kind of congratulations is that? ”

“You think I’m beautiful?”

“Always have, always will. Now don’t distract me—answer my question.”

“I thought I was the bossy one,” I countered.

Eli narrowed his eyes at me, looking anything but intimidating. His hair was getting longer again, a sweaty strand falling over his brow and hiding that adorable crease between them. Some people just can’t seem to look serious no matter what, and Eli was one of them. I stepped up to him, brushing the hair away from his face.

He leaned into my touch, but still protested. “You can be bossy in bed all you like, babe, but right now you need to tell me what could possibly be better than this—” He dipped his hand between us, cupping my erection. “—pounding my prostate until I come crying your name.”

My eager cock throbbed—and he smirked. Damn him. I leaned in close, lips brushing his. “First, I’m going to strip you bare.”

“Good start.”

“Then, I’m going to lay your beautiful body down, ass up.”

“Keep going,” he pleaded, dragging light touches over my cock. I never would have thought my best friend would be such a needy little slut for me, but I wasn’t mad about it—I hoped it would never end.

“Then, I’ll spread massage oil over every inch of those muscles that I’m sure are sore after two days of coaching.”

Eli damn near purred. “They are a little…”

“Then I’ll work your little hole open, edging you until you burst. I’m going to make love to you so slowly that it makes up for every minute we were apart. Then, I’ll lick you clean because I’ve been craving your taste for days. Is that okay with you, sweetheart?”

He practically fell into my arms, his hard bulge pressing into my thigh.

“Yes, please.” he whimpered, blue eyes blown with desire. I wanted an eternity of calling those mine.

Just like that, I stripped him slow enough that he whined in protest. When I hooked my hands behind his briefs and tugged, his cock was already hard and leaking for me. I swiped my thumb over the mushroom head, licking it clean.

I made him lay face down on the bed, squirting oil into my hands and massaging his tight muscles that were barely remembering what it was like to be on the ice. I knew we both worked hard, but Eli worked much longer hours. And if I knew him, he was getting involved with the kids every chance he got. Tight muscles relaxed under my touch .

It wasn’t the first time we’d done anything like this—except before, he had way more clothes on. Now, I had the perfect view of his tight little behind, his long legs, and toned muscles of his back. Utter perfection personified. He moaned under the pressure of my thumbs working his muscles, from neck all the way to his feet. I found every part of him that made him tick and committed it to memory. It made for an easy time flipping him over, his body warm and pliable.

“God, please work me open now,” he begged. “I need you.”

I leaned down, mouthing over his heavy sac

“I thought you being gone would be the death of me, but now I think it’ll be having you. I think I might die from the lack of blood in my brain.”

I ignored the first part of that. “So dramatic ma douce souris .”

Risking his “ Merde, le fran?ais sonne bien sur votre langue. Dépêche-toi, mon gros ours, ou je m’achève. ”

My hips gave an involuntary jerk. Damn, he sounded good. I lowered my voice to a growl. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Babe, please.” His thighs quivered to either side of my head, his cock brushing my lips. The extra whine in his voice had me showing him some mercy.

He was desperate for me, eagerly sucking in one, two, then three fingers, fucking himself on the digits to work himself open. Finally, I moved up his body and lined my slick, bare cock up with his entrance. We’d been tested, and this was our first time without a condom. I squeezed the base of my erection, warning myself to make this last—but the thought of Eli’s tight little ass strangling my cock gave it other ideas.

Eli wrapped his slick legs around my waist, squeezing hard as I pushed through the first ring of muscle. My hands bracketed his face, happy to see those bright eyes and his glowing skin. With each rock of my hips I sank a little deeper, using every ounce of self-control I had.

“I love you,” I whispered, finally bottoming out. I held him tight as he writhed beneath me.

He paused only for a moment to say it back. “I love you, so freaking much.”

I laughed. “No swearing?” I questioned. “I think I need to learn not to, I'm around kids all day and I want to be—fuck!”

I smirked—I’d just pegged his prostate. Even the curse sounded sweet and innocent coming from him.

“Time and place, sweetheart,” I panted. “Time and place. ”

The conversation was forgotten with one slow thrust of my hips. I soon found a rhythm, Eli matching me move for move and the oil on his skin giving him the friction he craved. Every time he got close, I slowed my pace—even if just to hear those incoherent babbles. They were music to my ears. When I’d edged him to the point of tears, I granted him relief. He came on a cry, clenching so tight around my shaft that I couldn’t help but follow right behind. My cock throbbed and spilled, come flooding his ass and claiming him as mine. I planned to keep it that way: Elias Michael’s was mine.

I stayed there until my cock softened, licking him clean as promised before collapsing half on his chest. I smiled as he chattered away, babbling on about work even though I’d fucked him completely senseless—he still had energy to spare.

I couldn't imagine a job better for him. He wasn’t even a kid at heart, just an adult who never lost the ability to see through a child’s eyes. He had that same excitement, understanding, able to see the world for what it was despite its flaws. I was worried that his skewed perception on being an adult would ruin that but thankfully, it came back. He came back. Despite everything, he was still Mouse—he was still mine.

Eventually, we fell asleep, his cold feet clinging to me like a lifeline. And to him, I suppose I was. Despite the natural temperature of our bodies, I soothed his busy soul, while he ignited fire in mine.