“I really want you inside me right now.”
Jordy lurched forward, kissing Rowan hot and messy. Then he slid his fingers out, and then—
It was probably Rowan’s imagination that it felt drastically different, but he was sure that the press of Jordy’s cock was hotter and wetter, skin to skin. Rowan gasped and squirmed and swallowed Jordy’s stunned groans.
Then Jordy was all the way inside him, bare, as close as they could get. Their limbs tangled together, their chests pressed tight, and Jordy pulled back from their kisses to lean their foreheads together. “I love you.”
Rowan sobbed.
He had known, but Jordy hadn’t actually said it yet.
Apparently Jordy realized the same thing, because he leaned forward and kissed Rowan sweetly and then slowly dragged his cock out and pressed back in. As their hips reconnected, he said in the hot, wet space between them, “I love you.”
Rowan dug his heels into the backs of Jordy’s thighs and pulled him in deeper, sharper, harder. He could hear it now, the truth Jordy’d hidden from him when he was nailing Rowan against the wall in his bedroom. He could feel it. The best thing he’d ever heard, the best thing he’d ever felt. “Jordy,” he gasped into Jordy’s mouth. “I love—I love you, ohGod—”
Jordy made a hot, sweet sound and straightened his back so he could look into Rowan’s eyes. Rowan would’ve complained—he wanted Jordy’s mouth back—but then Jordy got both hands on Rowan’s hips and started pulling him down onto Jordy’s cock with every thrust, and he keptlookingat Rowan while he did it, like Rowan was the best thing he’d ever seen, the only thing he ever wanted to look at, like Rowan washis.
Rowan became one raw, exposed, sensitive nerve, like his soul had a sunburn. He was on the edge before he realized it. It took just one stroke of his hand, one moment with Jordy watching him, red-faced and sheened in sweat and looking like Rowan had just solved the answer to all life’s riddles, and then he was coming, pinned under Jordy’s gaze and Jordy’s hands and Jordy’s cock.
Jordy kept fucking him until Rowan was delirious, overstimulated but loving it, and then suddenly he bent into another kiss and everything seemed a lot wetter and Rowan was trembling into Jordy’s mouth.
Then, “Okay, ow, ow, charley horse,” he admitted, and Jordy made a noise of empathy, pulled out of him, and helped Rowan stretch his hamstring.
Unfortunately, this had a predictable effect on the integrity of the bedsheets.
They stayed tangled up in each other for several long minutes anyway, trading slow, sweet kisses as they caught their breath. Jordy touched Rowan’s face, and Rowan leaned into it, leaned into him. He might only get to have this for a few days, but—
“Hey,” Jordy said.
Rowan took a shaky breath.
“Stay here.” Off Rowan’s blink—surely they couldn’t be having this conversation again already—he amended, “In the present, I mean. Not…. Let’s just enjoy now.”
Rowan swallowed. “Right.” He could do that. “I’m glad you meant the present and not, you know. This bed. Because I don’t know if you know this, but there is one hell of a wet spot. Also, related, you might have to carry me to the bathroom unless you want to wash your floors.”
Jordy poked him in the side, right where Rowan was ticklish. Then his eyes took on a playful light and he started to inch his way downward. He scored his teeth over the jut of Rowan’s hip. “Okay,” he said, “but let’s live in the moment a little more first.”
JORDY HADthought it would be difficult, having Rowan like he wanted, for real, knowing it was going to end. But somehow he put the inevitability of the New Year out of his mind and made good on his promise to live in the moment.
The second full day of Rowan’s visit, Jordy had a game, the last one before the Christmas break. With the jet lag, Rowan and Kaira woke up at the same time he did, and they all ate breakfast together before Jordy went off to do his morning workout. The game was a matinee, so the team wouldn’t have a morning skate.
He thought Kaira might be extra clingy, with Jordy leaving her for the first time since their reunion, but she just kissed him on the cheek and hugged him around the waist like she always did—almostlike she always did; her arms reached a lot higher all of a sudden—and then wandered back over to Rowan and asked him seriously what they were going to have for lunch.
Jet lag did a real number on the stomach. Jordy knew all about that.
He returned home an hour and change later to find Rowan and Kaira, pink-cheeked and giggling, making a popcorn garland. God only knew where they got the materials; Rowan must have brought them. Well, of course he had.
“Daddy!” Kaira got up so suddenly she almost upset the bowl, but Rowan caught it before it could tip.
Jordy swung her into a hug and then set her down with a kiss to the top of her head. “Hi, peanut. Are you and Rowan having a good time?”
“We’re making decorations!” She narrowed her eyes and tried to peer behind him. “Daddy, what’s in that bag?”
“What bag?” Jordy asked innocently, switching hands and moving it to the front.
“Daddy!”
“Oh, this bag?” He lifted the bag from the team store.
