“They’ll do room checks, though. Not until eleven, but still.”
Ian shakes his head. “Apparently, the team manager owes Ollie a favor. So he cashed it in for you. Now, are you done protesting? Or do you want to hash this out some more?” Ian pulls back the covers to reveal his perfect, naked body, and suddenly I’m not thinking about the game or the rules. I’m just thinking about him.
I shimmy down the bed and settle between his legs. My mouth waters at the sight of him, hard and thick. Cupping his balls in my left hand, I grip his base with my right. “You good?” I ask.
“Better when you start sucking me off,” he responds, and I love it when he gets a little bossy.
I draw the length of him into my mouth, savoring every inch. It’s a powerful position, to be sure, but there’s comfort in it too. I know just what to do. I let his moans and gasps guide me, my own cock hardening as I take Ian deep.
His hands grip my hair, urging me on, but I don’t want to rush this. All day, I’ve felt so much pressure, moved from one task to the next. But now, here, with Ian, all I have to do is feel.
“Fuck, Booker, your mouth is so good,” he tells me. “Yes, fuck, that’s—”
Breaking away for a moment, I look up at his beautiful face. Then I suck my fingers hard before sinking my mouth back down on his cock. He shifts slightly, giving me just the access I need to finger his hole.
“Jesus, Booker. God. Damn. Jesus.” His filthy words urge me on. Driving him to the edge is my favorite thing to do, so I tease him, again and again, getting him closer and closer each time before slowing back down to a leisurely pace. I’m sucking his dick like it’s my favorite lollipop and it's making him a little crazy.
“No fair. Fuck. You are a cruel man, Booker Zabek.”
I pop my lips free and smile up at him. “Should I stop?”
“God, no,” he directs me, his hands guiding my head right back where he wants it. And this time, I’m going to be nice and give the man exactly what he wants. I tease his hole again, breaching the entrance with two fingers, massaging my way in as I take him all the way to the back of my throat. He shouts out my name, his orgasm taking hold. And I can’t help but come too. Teasing him gets me so hard and watching him let go is the ultimate turn on.
We lie together, a sticky tangled mess. Soon, we’ll shower and switch to the other bed, though, honestly, we’ll mess that one up too. I smile, thinking that the next twelve hours are going to be a lot better than the previous twelve. The truth is that everything is better when Ian is by my side.
Chapter 20
Booker
The seasonofficially ended last week, but it’s time for our annual fundraiser, Bruce on Ice. I don’t know exactly who coined the term, but it stuck. One of the head coaches back in the 80s or 90s was a guy named Bruce, apparently, and he started raising money for charity by inviting the public to skate with the players after the final game of the season.
It’s evolved since then and now it’s kind of a big thing. The arena is filled with college kids as well as families, and after we do a scrimmage against the local high school team, everyone is invited out onto the ice by section to skate with us. The team managers have it all organized so nobody’s running into anybody, and though it can still be a little chaotic, it’s fun.
Coach always makes a speech and then announces the next year’s captains. We voted earlier today and though I’d love to wear the C on my jersey next year, there are a lot of deserving guys on the team. It’s also a time we get to honor our seniors, and for some, like Friedline, it’s the last time they’ll take the ice. I’m trying to enjoy the moment, but in the back of my mind, I just keep thinking that’ll be me next year. I’ve played my heart out since freshman year, but I can feel the clock ticking down.
I see Ian in the stands with Mel and Phoebe, and I’m hoping he sticks around until the end. It’s funny, but I’ve always seen my teammates skate around at the end with their girlfriends in their arms. Most of the time, the girls can’t even skate, but that hardly matters, their guys are leading them around the ice, showing off a little. It’s cheesy, I guess, but I’ve always envied that. And as long as Ian sticks around to the end, I’ll have that for myself tonight.
Ian
I’m freezing my ass off in the stands, but it’s worth it when Booker skates out with his team and lines up on the ice. His coach says a few words about the season and then lets this year’s captain, Jake Friedline, take the mic.
“Earlier today, our team voted on next year’s captains. When Coach showed me the results, I knew we’d chosen well. I’ll miss this team, but I know I’m leaving them in the very best hands. Booker Zabek, congratulations.”
Booker’s face flushes as he joins his teammate and coach. Friedline hands him a card, and Booker smiles as he reads. “Pete Santos, you’ve been voted alt-captain.”
There’s cheering and hugging and backslapping, but after all the fanfare, half the student section leaves, along with all the families with small children. Knox and Willa take Rose home, and the rest of the crew heads to Wolfie’s since it’s warm there. Mel grabs her keys.
“You coming with me?” she asks.
I look out onto the ice to see that Booker is talking to his coach. I might as well head to the bar and wait for him. “Yeah, let me just text Book so he doesn’t think we abandoned him.”
Before I can tap out a message on my phone, I hear Ollie’s voice from across the aisle. “Hey McBride, hold up.”
“Yeah? What’s up, Ollie? If this is about class—”
“No, this is about clout. Now, come on down to the ice with me. What are you, a size ten in shoes?”
“Yeah, why?”
