Chapter Seventeen

Tommy

Five Years Ago

My face felt like it was going to fall off. That fight had started out innocent enough until that asshole told me to eat dick, and that’s when I’d gotten mad. Hockey is for everyone, my ass. I tried to will my body to go back to sleep, but the pain in my ear wasn’t going away. In fact, I was sure it was getting worse the longer I stayed here. I groaned softly as I tried to sit up.

“Tommy.” Blake touched my chest with the palm of his hand. “What do you need?”

“Pain,” I muttered.

He nodded. “Let me get you something.” He was gone before I had a chance to say anything else, and then he was back again, lifting my head. “Here.”

I realized Blake had a water bottle in his hand as well as some Tylenol. “You’re going to need to rest for most of the day.” He stroked my hair lightly as I took the pills and swallowed them with the water.

“Stay with me.” I hoped he would. I needed Blake like I needed the air in my lungs. “I love you.”

He placed the water on the table. “I love you, too,” he murmured, combing his fingers through my hair. “You might want to let your parents know about this.”

“I will.”

“I could go tell them.”

I reached up to grab his wrist. “Don’t go yet.”

“Okay.” Blake continued to stroke my hair. “During the game, I was thinking about what this is going to be like when we’re married.”

I tilted my head to look at him. “Were you now?”

“That doesn’t scare you, Gretzky?”

Should it? Maybe, but this was Blake. I could actually see that.

“When you’re away at games, I’m on tour, and something like this happens... I hope you know that I’ll be dropping everything to get to you. Doesn’t matter if it’s the middle of the night in Australia or if I’m on stage in Germany. I’ll be coming to you immediately.”

“I would do the same for you, Bug,” I assured him.

Blake smiled at me. “Yeah, but I’m not the one who could get injured while working. Go down during the middle of a game or get into a fight because some idiot says something stupid. Like last night.” He pressed a kiss into my hair. “You want to fuck me?”

This time I spun around to stare at him. Pain streaked through my body, and I sucked in a gasp, then tried to ignore it. “What did you just say?”

“I asked you if you wanted to fuck me.” Blake looked so innocent despite the dirty words that came out of his mouth. But it had my cock springing to life and my heart beating hard inside my chest. “I thought it might be a way for you to forget about the pain for a little while.”

The thought had crossed my mind more times than I wanted to admit. “Yes.”

“Good.” A smile spread over his beautiful face until I thought it would split in two.

How was he mine? How was Blake Neil Duncan, the boy who’d dropped into my life four years ago, mine? He acted like this was so normal between us.

I carefully moved so that I was on my knees. “Let’s get tattoos.”

“Tattoos? I thought we were going to have sex?”

“We are, but I want to get matching tattoos with you.”

Blake nodded. “Yeah, okay, whatever you want, Gretzky.”

“I know I’ve said this before, but you know Gretzky isn’t a goalie.”

“So? It’s a good nickname.” Blake grinned at me. “You have supplies?”

Right, the sex thing. “In the drawer right there.” I jutted my chin toward the table by the bed. I watched as Blake reached over to open it and pulled out the lube and a box of condoms.

“A whole box, huh?” He winked at me. “Here, sit up so I can get undressed.”

I did as he asked and Blake slid out from beneath me to strip off his shirt—no, that was my shirt from yesterday. Wow, that was hot. His briefs went next, and I tried not to stare at his cock, the way it was already hard and leaking for me.

“How do you want me?”

I licked my lips. “Back.” I coughed. “On your back, please.” Somehow my body seemed to hurt less. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Is this you trying to back out?” He grinned at me as he gave his length a tug.

“Have you played with yourself since we started this?”

“I have.”

My own dick jerked in my underwear. “Really?” That shouldn’t surprise me. Blake was always up for anything. Why wouldn’t ass play be something he was into?

“You seemed pretty keen on it. You’ve put your fingers in there.” He moved back to sit on the bed. “You going to lose your underwear or keep them on?”

I eased myself up into a sitting position. “A dick is a little different from fingers.”

“Not just any dick.” Blake grinned. “Your dick. Besides, who said it was fingers?”

My cock throbbed between my legs. “Jesus, you’re going to kill me. Are you saying you used something else?” I started to stand up and winced. I glanced down at the bruise on my thigh. “At this rate, I’ll never make it to the bathroom.”

“Do you need help?” Blake murmured as he wrapped an arm around me, his mouth against my ear. “I’m here for you. Whatever you need, Gretzky.”

I let Blake lead me into the bathroom so I could freshen up, and he stood there, watching me, like we did this every morning. As if it was the most natural thing in the world.

“You enjoying this?” I asked once I had brushed my teeth. I also got a good look at my face, and it wasn’t pretty.

“No, Tommy, I’m not.” He pressed his body against my side. “Someone hurt you. It makes me want to return the favor.” He reached up to trace my lips with his finger.

I smiled at him in the mirror when his green eyes met my dark ones. “It the roles were reversed, Blake, I’d want to kill someone.”

“I thought about it.”

“You don’t have a mean bone in your body.”

Blake nodded. “You might be right, but that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t want to seek revenge. You don’t deserve this.”

I leaned down to kiss him. His lips were warm and inviting. “You’re sure about this.” I didn’t want to force Blake to do something just because he thought it would make me happy.

“More than sure,” he assured me.

Then we were back in my room, the door locked, and Blake’s perfect naked body was beneath mine as I dropped wet kisses over every inch of him. The pain I felt from the hockey fight was forgotten because all I could think about was getting inside of him. Of what it would feel like when I sank deep inside Blake’s tight, hot ass.

I licked around each one of his nipples, sucking and nipping at the stiff peaks. Blake’s hands dug into my hair, and small, sexy noises escaped his lips. His hard cock pressed between us as I moved down, sucking deep hickeys into his abs and stomach, and lapping at his bellybutton.

“You’re such a tease,” he moaned. “Fuck me already.”

I smirked as I glanced up. “Teasing is the fun part, Bug. The wanting, the waiting, the thought of what it’s going to feel like. Did you buy yourself a toy?”

“Yes—Tommy,” Blake gasped when I lowered my nose into his soft blond pubic hair.

He smelled like sex and sweat, the perfect combination. His hips arched when I pushed his thighs apart and dragged my tongue up the length of his hard cock. I slowly sucked the tip inside my mouth, the salty taste of his precum hitting my taste buds as I reached for the lube on the table.

I sat back to get a better look at him. Spread out and needy, his face full of want and lust.

“Did you like it?” When he nodded, I groaned. “You’re perfect, you know that?” My heart belonged to one man, and one man only. The one currently staring at me like I was the only one he ever needed.

“Tommy,” he whined softly. “Please, I need you.”

I smiled. “I know, Bug. Lift your legs for me.” He did as I told him, and I dipped my head to spear my tongue inside his tight, hot, hole. He whimpered and brought his legs up higher. “Jesus, look at you.” I glanced up at Blake as I popped open the lube to spread it on my fingers. “You’re so desperate to get my cock inside of you.”

“Yes, do it, now. I need you.”

“Need what, Blake? Tell me.”

“Your cock. Inside me. Filling me.” His eyes flashed with want. “Stretch me out, get me ready, and... oh, Tommy,” he whispered when I slipped a finger inside. A few moments later, I added a second one.

My dick jerked against my stomach. “There you go.” I twisted my fingers inside him, and my fingertips brushed over his prostate.

“Fuck, oh, fuck.” Blake’s eyes clamped shut.

He wasn’t kidding when he said he wanted it. He started to fuck himself on my fingers. So eager. So sexy. I stared as Blake’s dick dripped precum against his stomach, his nails digging into the back of his thighs. But it was the sound of his displeasure when I left him empty and wanting more that had my own length begging for relief moments later.

“I need to prep myself,” I told him when he started to object. “Unless you think my fingers are enough to get you there.”

“Kiss me?”

I leaned forward to brush my lips against his. “You’re going to feel so good.”

“Kiss me again?” He slid his hand over the back of my neck. “I love you.”

I saw uncertainty in Blake’s green eyes before my mouth found his again. I peppered soft, gentle kisses against his lips, jawline, and chin before I licked my way back up to his soft mouth.

“I love you, Bug. Always.”

He shivered against me, his small body taut beneath mine. I sat back on my heels and ripped open a condom, then spread lube over my cock.

“You’re ready for this?”

He nodded, and I paused, raising my brows.

“I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life,” Blake assured me.

My mouth settled on his again. “Relax for me.” I pressed the head of my dick against his entrance, and he shivered. I slowly pressed forward, trying my best not to hurt him, until I pushed past that unforgiving muscle. And then I stared down at Blake, my best friend, the boy I loved with all my heart, and taking in the way his lashes fluttered, his chest heaved, and his beautiful lips parted.

“How does it feel, Blake?”

“Feels fucking amazing.” He smiled. The kind that lit me up like a supernova.

“I bet it would feel even better if I moved.” I pulled out a little and slipped back in. Both of us let out a low groan.

“Do that again.” Blake yanked his legs up even higher.

I did, but this time, I slid all the way out before I drove back in. Again, and again, while Tommy’s hips canted up to receive me. While sweat broke out over my skin and dropped down my body. While I fought my release every single time I drove back inside his hot, tight ass. The look on Tommy’s face, the pure animalistic need in his green eyes, kept me from letting go because I needed him to be the one who came first.

“You’re so fucking perfect, Bug.” I gripped his ankles in my hands as I rocked my hips. “You take me so well. You were made for my cock.”

Blake arched his back. “Perfect for you.” He moaned. “Perfect for me.” One of his hands gripped the bed sheets. “Want to come for you.”

“I want you to come for me.”

A bead of sweet dripped down his forehead while Blake’s free hand came up to wrap around his cock.

“Good boy,” I growled.

Blake’s eyes grew wide. “Oh, Tommy.”

His eyes rolled back as cum landed on his stomach and abs. It covered his hand, fingers, and even his chin before I blew into the condom like a storm. His name rolled off my tongue in a long, low moan, then I collapsed on top of Blake in a mess of sweat and cum, but I didn’t care. That was the hottest thing I’d ever done with anyone.

“Are you all right? Did I hurt you?” I reached up to drag my hands through Blake’s damp hair as my soft cock slipped from him. I needed to take care of the condom. My leg had started to hurt again, along with my head.

He let out a soft sigh. “When can we do that again?”