He was soeasywhen he was keyed up from a win. Grady loved that he knew this almost as much as he loved using it to his advantage. He pressed an openmouthed kiss to the right of Max’s Adam’s apple. “Is that the part where I tell you I love you and you come?”
“Fuck off,” Max gasped, but it worked, and Grady regretted nothing except getting come on his jeans.
He had even fewer regrets when Max swayed into him and then dropped to his knees.
What had Grady done right in his life to get to have this?
“I love that you got this hard watching me win.”
“Don’t—” Max put his mouth on Grady’s cock. “—don’t let it go to your head—fuck, Max—”
Max hummed in agreement and then pulled back to mouth the head.
Grady pulled his hair and came in his mouth. No point making a bigger mess.
Max rocked back on his heels, breathing hard, and then swayed forward again and bumped his forehead against Grady’s hip. “I love you so much, you asshole.”
Marry me, Grady thought, and then almost shit his pants when he realized he absolutely meant it.
But this was the wrong moment—Max’smoment, not theirs. There would be time.
Also, Grady needed some time to digest.
“Grady.”
“Mmmh?” Grady answered, not willing to open his mouth just yet in case he couldn’t control what came out.
“You gotta help me up, my legs are numb.”
Grady did—Max was a lot heavier in his gear—and tried to contain his freakout to the back of his brain. He kissed Max again and pulled up his breezers.
“You didn’t come down to the ice,” Max said when they’d made themselves what passed for presentable but hadn’t quite managed to stop touching. The come from Grady’s jeans had smeared on his uniform now. Hopefully it would look like beer foam in any videos.
He sounded wary. Grady knew he’d worried about how Grady would react. Even Grady had been only mostly sure he could handle cheering Max on to the big trophy, so he couldn’t fault Max if he wondered if Grady had skipped because he was sulking.
Grady pulled Max closer between his legs. “I didn’t want anyone talking about us when they should be talking about you.”
Max’s eyes crinkled as he smiled. “Yeah? You gonna be my hype man now?”
Yeah. That suddenly sounded like Grady’s dream job. But he pretended to think about it. “I don’t know, what’s the pay like?”
Max pinched his hip.
“Ow! Hey.”
Before Grady could retaliate, someone knocked on the door. “Yo! Mad Max! Are you gonna leave the rest of us hanging here or what?”
Grady laughed in spite of himself. “Oh God, does he have to make it sound like you’re going to blow the whole team?”
“No, but I think he enjoys it.” Max pressed one more smacking kiss to Grady’s cheek. “I promise not to blow anyone else tonight.”
Grady hadn’t been worried. “That’s very reassuring. Thank you.”
Apparently Baller was tired of waiting; he opened the door. “Seriously, Max, Bishop wants to pour beer down your throat. Put your pants on.”
“My pants are on!” Max grumbled.
Grady swatted his ass. “Go. Have fun. Try not to get your stomach pumped.”
