Jesse

Quinnipiac come out swinging. Scoring a goal in the first six minutes so we’re all on our toes, defending like crazy and trying to force them out of our zone.

It’s obvious they’re on Jones because he’s our star player and named MVP in the league two years in a row.

It’s cool having that guy on your team, but it’s a bitch to defend him.

Jones manages to find a way through Quinnipiac’s defence just before the end of the first period and he breaks away, getting it past the goaltender to score the leveller before we go into the second period.

I look up into the stands to see Nate’s mom hugging him. When she lets him go, he looks down onto the ice and I think he smiles at me, and fuck, that feels good.

It gives me the extra energy I need to kill it in the second, and we don’t let a single goal in, but we don’t score one either.

It’s all up to Jones in the third, and he comes out like he’s on a mission and puts two in the back of the net, scoring himself a hat trick and getting the home crowd all on their feet, chanting his name.

We parade him around the rink and I try to burn this moment into my memory for when I’m an old man. I’m not the star right now, I’ve never been the star, but I supported the star, and I had fun doing it, with my brothers.

We go to O’Neil’s after, and this time, all the attention is so on Jones, I can slip out without anyone noticing.

I text Nate as soon as I’m out of the bar and ask if it’s okay to come over.

The reply comes quickly - ‘Yes.’

“Hey Engels, who you texting?”

Someone slaps me on the back, and I turn around to find Jones grinning at me.

“No one.”

Fuck, please don’t ask to see my phone, I don’t want to have to wrestle my team captain and win, especially not after that game.

“Come back in, we’re getting Jaeger bombs.”

“I can’t I’m… meeting someone.”

“Oh,”

Jones grins and I wish he wouldn’t. If he ever finds out about this, he’s going to fucking kill me.

“Go, get laid, just give me the details later.”

“When do I ever give you details?”

He laughs and turns to go back into the bar, shouting “spoilsport,”

over his shoulder.

Nate opens the door like he’s been waiting on the other side since I texted him. He pulls me upstairs before his parents come out and see me.

“They’re home, but they’re into some nature documentary.”

He kisses me at the top of the stairs, getting bold.

Once we’re naked on the bed, Nate gets a condom from the drawer and starts to open it.

“Wait, we can’t do that while your parents are here.”

“Why not? I’ll be quiet.”

“I don’t want you to be quiet.”

I kiss him and wrap my hand around his to take the condom off him.

“Please,” he says,

“don’t do that, you know I can’t resist when you say please.”

He presses his hips up against mine and bites my lip.

“Fuck Nate, stop that.”

He laughs, “I’d rather do it quietly than not at all.”

He nips my ear, “I want you to come this time.”

I groan, “fuck, give me that.”

I take the condom and put it on before lubing up.

“Wait,”

he says, “I’ve been practising,”

“Practising what?”

Nate slicks his fingers up and slides them between his legs. Oh.

I jerk myself off while I watch him opening himself for me and then I slide in. He groans, but it’s muted. When I start to thrust, he pulls a pillow over his face to muffle his moans.

I pull the pillow off and throw it to the side.

“Wanna see your face when you come.”

“You first.”

He brings his hips up to meet mine and fucks himself on my cock.

“Okay fine,”

I press him against the bed and start fucking him into the mattress. The bed is squeaking like crazy, and I hope Nate knows what he’s doing with his parents downstairs. At least he’s not being loud, not yet anyway.

“This okay?”

“Yes. Don’t stop.”

Nate feels so good. Warm and tight around my cock, and he looks so hot under me, I could do this all night, even after playing a full game of hockey. I’m going to ache tomorrow, but it’ll be so worth it.

“Is this hurting?”

“No, feels good, stop asking.”

I laugh and he laughs and I break the momentum for a second.

“Let me get on top,”

he says, “give you a break.”

“You sure?”

“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t want to do it.”

I pull out and lie on my back. Watching Nate manoeuvre himself on top and edge my cock inside him is nearly enough, but I hold out and watch him ride me, slow and uncertain at first, but then getting into a rhythm and building confidence.

“Does this feel good?” He asks.

“Yes. So good. You look hot.”

He closes his eyes and says my name while he rides me and I feel the climax building and grip his hips. When I try to touch his cock, he swats me away.

“You first.”

It feels so good, I start to moan and Nate slaps his hand over my mouth. For some reason, that sends me over the edge and I come inside the condom, stars exploding behind my eyes as Nate keeps riding me until I’m completely boneless.

He climbs off and lies down beside me.

“Was that okay?”

I laugh, “fuck, yes, more than okay.”

He smiles. It’s such a cute sight. My chest feels tight looking at him.

“Fuck, you’re amazing.”

“You’re amazing,” he says.

“?”

“Yes, I’ll do whatever you want, just give me a second to catch my breath.”

“No, I just want you to know how much I like you.”

I swallow. “I like you too.”

“I mean, more than just sex. It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way…”

I lean up on my elbow, “of course I feel the same way.”

“But you said you’d never date a guy.”

“Yeah well, I was a fucking idiot.”

I kiss him. “I didn’t know I was gay until… this, or, I knew I was into men, but I thought it was just a sex thing. It’d never been so good that I realised what I’d been doing with girls wasn’t what I wanted. And I’d never liked a man outside of the sex stuff before.”

“You know even if you were bi, you can’t choose who you… like.”

“I know that. I told you, I’m an idiot.”

Nate puts touches his fingers to my lips, “shh, don’t shit talk someone I like. Actually, why don’t you put that mouth to better use?”

He puts his hand over his face, “I’m sorry, I can’t believe I just said that.”

“No, I liked it, don’t apologise. And I’ll get to it,”

I start kissing a path from his neck down his stomach, “right… now.”