7. Cole

Cole woke up hot.Brady was octopused around him, flush to his back, and part of that was lovely. But they were also sweaty. Neither of them had bothered to bump down the air-conditioning before falling asleep. It had been so long since Cole had spent the night with a hookup that he forgot he needed climate control in order to enjoy a full night of cuddling.

Hookup. Was Brady his hookup? They obviously weren't dating, but when Cole thought about what they had ending with the weekend, he ached. When Matthew had asked him to keep an eye on Brady throughout the week, he'd thought he would be forcing himself to spend time with a crabby jock. Instead, Brady was exactly the kind of person Cole liked being around. Quietly fun, determined, passionate, kind. Really fucking hot, if Cole was being honest. Cole was never, ever on the hunt for a boyfriend. In general, he enjoyed being single. He liked making his own plans and focusing on his job and his friends. But if that's what this developed into, he would be into it.

Brady groaned as Cole slipped out of bed, the slightly cool air hitting his skin a relief. Brady reached for his hand to tug him back into bed with him, and he would have been able to resist if Brady's morning wood wasn't prominent under the thin white bedsheet. Someday, he hoped he'd get to ride that dick, but it was still early, and Cole was trying to ease Brady into new experiences.

Instead, he crawled back into bed, tossing a knee over Brady's waist as he went. Big hands immediately steadied him. Brady was big all over, and the way his hands eclipsed Cole's hips made his cock throb.

"Mmm," Brady said, pressing his hips up for friction, eyes on Cole's cock. He would be perfectly happy to do a repeat of last night, but as the future of the two of them was cloudy, he wanted to get one more new thing in before they had to head to brunch.

His lips skipped Brady's mouth and landed straight on his jaw. He'd go without morning breath kisses. There weren't many things he reserved under the mantle of Boyfriend Things, but dealing with someone else's morning breath was relationship shit.

Brady's stubble was still prickly, and Cole hummed against his skin as he dragged his lips down to his neck, giving Brady just enough of a nip to get a reaction but not enough to leave a mark. As Cole trailed south, Brady's hands slid up his sides.

"Oh, fuck," Brady said, realizing what Cole was about to do. They had to rearrange a bit in order for Cole to get between Brady's legs, and then there he was, those huge thighs spread open, cock hard and resting on his stomach. His hips had a hint of a V cut, and his whole torso was covered in a generous sprinkle of dark blond hair. Cole didn't know what he did to deserve this, but he thanked the universe for sending him this queer-curious hunk of man.

The night before, Cole barely had time to get acquainted with Brady's cock, and that was a shame. It was beautiful, nice and thick, not too long. Sure, Cole liked anal, but he wasn't looking to split himself open. Brady was packing plenty to make him feel good.

Cole mouthed at the underside of Brady's length and looked up to check in with him. Brady nodded, one of his hands coming to cradle the side of Cole's head. It was gentle and simple, but it still made Cole melt a bit. There was intimacy in the look Brady was giving him. Not a lot could get Cole's hopes up, but he felt something more than his dick coming to life.

The crown of Brady's cock was beautiful, and Cole lapped at the underside before wrapping his lips around the soft tip. Brady's breath caught. Cole couldn't help but groan. He loved sucking dick, and there was nothing better than the person on the receiving end making sure he knew how much they were enjoying his mouth.

Cole bobbed down a bit before pulling back up, swirling his tongue around the tip, then taking even more in. He knew this was the kind of dick that could make his jaw ache if he got to really take his time, but he knew they had obligations that morning. He had to get the show on the road.

He couldn't fit all of Brady into his mouth, so he used a hand at the base, sometimes stroking in time with his mouth's movements, sometimes drifting lower to play with Brady's balls. He seemed to especially like that, and when he took Brady in as far as his mouth would allow him without relaxing his throat and gave his balls a firm tug, Brady shouted, his orgasm coming unexpectedly. Cole recovered enough to swallow most of it, his hand jerking Brady slowly as the last few drips of come slid down the head of his cock. Cole leaned in to lick him clean.

"I am so sorry," Brady said, the hand that had never left Cole's cheek comforting him. "I didn't have any warning. I know that's bad manners. I'm not normally like that, I was surprised?—"

"No worries. I knew what I was getting myself into. I like dick, and I like your dick. I'm not upset."

"You're not?"

"No, but damn, you're sweet. I know this is a stereotype, but usually when I'm with, you know, big strong men, there is not nearly enough sweetness in bed. Everyone has to be the alpha male." Cole rolled his eyes.

"I'm literally a backup goalie. Not a lot of alpha energy here."

"Good."

"You're still hard, right? Can I—" Brady sat up, wrapped his arms around Cole's body, and pulled him up the bed, depositing him on his back. "That's the best I got."

"Okay, well, I like that. Sweet and strong."

Brady bit his lip and eased Cole's knees apart. Cole had already been in Brady's mouth before, and like the night before, Brady was eager. Sure, he could work on finesse as he gained more dick-sucking experience, but his novel enthusiasm was affecting Cole plenty. He focused on keeping his hips from thrusting, and when Brady reached a hand up, Cole took it, tangling their fingers together as Brady bobbed on his dick. Sweet.

Cole was already fairly worked up from sucking Brady's dick, and seeing this beautiful man so enthusiastically try to take him deeper and deeper, despite his gag reflex triggering more than once, was something Cole wanted to sear into his memory. Someday Brady would be practiced, talented, deft, masterful. But now he was still figuring it out and working so hard. He was listening not only to Cole's direct feedback on what did and didn't feel good, but he was also paying attention to the sounds Cole was making and what made Cole squeeze Brady's hand from intensity.

"Okay, sweetheart, I'm gonna come," he said, and Brady pulled off, jerking him the rest of the way. And as good as Brady's mouth felt, seeing Brady's big hand around his dick as the tip disappeared and reappeared, red and wet, was what pushed him over the edge.

"Oh my god," Brady said, like that felt as good for him as it did for Cole. Cole never wanted Brady to take his hand off of him, but as he was nearing oversensitivity, Brady took both his hands back, sitting up like he was waiting for his next direction.

"That was amazing."

"My amateur BJ was amazing?"

"Yeah. You went all in. Tried hard. Paid attention."

"You sound like my coach."

"So hockey is as gay as I always thought it was," Cole teased. He swatted Brady out of bed and headed to the bathroom. They had showers to take, clothes to put on, hair to do, suitcases to pack—all before their ten-thirty brunch. They needed to get a move on.

But the urgency didn't stop Brady from pushing Cole up against the bathroom counter as they waited for the shower to warm up and kissing him deep, morning breath and all.