He opened his mouth do to just that, and Rowan stepped into a pool of light.
He was still wearing Jordy’s jersey.
Rationality got a game misconduct penalty and left the ice.
Jordy took three strides forward and backed Rowan into the refrigerator.
Before Jordy could kiss him, Rowan looked up, eyes sparkling, mouth set in a smirk. “Well, hello, stranger,” he said, all innocence, like he didn’t know exactly what he was doing.
Jordy pinned his hips to the fridge and kissed him.
It wasn’t a gentle kiss. It was a kiss that crushed the air out of Rowan’s lungs and made him curl his fingers into Jordy’s chest. It elicited a sharp, needy sound from Rowan’s mouth. Jordy licked that out of him and swallowed it, scraped his teeth over Rowan’s lower lip, and smoothed his thumbs over the jut of his hipbones.
By the time Jordy moved his mouth to Rowan’s neck, Rowan was breathing hard, his cock a thick, solid line against Jordy’s thigh. Jordy ground forward and Rowan gasped as he arched into the pleasure. “So the jersey. You like it?”
Jordy used his teeth on Rowan’s earlobe. Rowan’s knees buckled, but he had nowhere to go; the pressure of Jordy’s body held him up. “I want to fuck you in it,” Jordy growled. “Against the wall.” His cock throbbed in approval, and he thrust forward again to let Rowan feel the power of it.
Rowan squeaked. “Thiswall?”
Yes, said Jordy’s lizard brain.
No, said the part of Jordy that was a responsible dad. It added,This is a fridge.
But there was no way they were going to make it all the way downstairs to Rowan’s room. Jordy didn’t even want to try. Instead—
“Put your arms around my neck.”
Rowan obeyed, even as he began to ask, “What—”
He cut off with a quiet yelp as Jordy fitted his palms under Rowan’s thighs and lifted.
“Oh my God.” Automatically, he wrapped his legs around Jordy’s waist. “So many bucket-list items tonight—”
Jordy cut him off with a kiss, but that was short-lived too as he carried Rowan down the hallway toward his bedroom and dumped him on the bed.
He looked so good there. Jordy’s lizard brain approved. But Jordy had promised something specific, and he was going to deliver.
“Top drawer,” he told Rowan, who scrambled backward to open it and grab the lube. Meanwhile Jordy straddled his thighs and yanked his jeans open, freeing his cock.
Rowan swore when Jordy pushed his legs apart and pushed two slick fingers inside him—nottooloud, but loud enough.
Fuck, Jordy didn’t want to stop. He spread his fingers, stretching. “Can you be quiet?”
Rowan let out a soundless laugh. “Is that a trick question?”
Not intentionally. Jordy pushed in a third finger and reveled in the groan that produced, the pearl of precome beading at the head of Rowan’s cock. “Take that as a no.”
“Fuck off, stop being so—ah—smug and take your pants off. You promised me wall sex.”
Jordy pulled his fingers out and slapped Rowan’s hip. “Get up, then.”
He scrambled to his feet, half tripping in his haste to get his pants off all the way. Jordy pulled his shirt over his head one-handed, undid his belt, and stepped out of his own clothing.
Rowan reached for the hem of the jersey.
“No.” Jordy put a hand on his wrist. “Leave it on, remember?”
Rowan licked his lips as Jordy crowded against him once more. This time he’d picked an actual wall—an exterior one. No point in borrowing trouble. This should keep the noise to a minimum. “Do you, ah—” He swallowed. “—want me to turn it around so you can see the name, or…?”
