Then, he pulled me through a door, and everything went dark.
3
Cody
John was a shadowy outline in here, and as much as I wished I could see his face when he sucked me off, it was safer this way. It was clear he hadn’t recognised me, but I made a point of being as discreet as possible with my hook-ups regardless. Foreign tourists who were here on their way to or from places like Banff or Jasper were my preference, guys who knew nothing about hockey and were here for the same reason as me—to scratch an itch.
If I were outed, technically, it wouldn’t be the end of the world. One of my teammates was openly bi, so it wasn’t as if I’d be the first, but I didn’t want or need to give anyone an excuse to go digging into my private life. I fucking hated the press and publicity and all the inaccurate gossip and rumours that constantly swirled around the NHL, and I did my best to keep a low profile. Being in the public eye at games was enough. I rarely even did post-game interviews, and with the few I did, I’d cultivated a reputation that I was proud of.
A reputation that saidFuck off and leave me alone.
So that was why my private life was going to stay private. So many people were intrusive assholes, and I didn’t need anyone getting close to me. Not only that, but my NHL career wasalready on thin ice, and I couldn’t afford to do anything to fuck it up.
Sidestepping a guy who was enthusiastically giving sloppy head to another up against the wall, I tugged John over to my favourite dark corner, my dick throbbing in my jeans. I’d been half-hard ever since the festival, when his pretty, cock-sucking mouth had curved into a fake smile, completely undeterred by the “fuck off” vibes I was strongly projecting.
I’d been kidding myself when I’d left him alone in the club on the pretence of finding someone else. My dick had chosen him, and it was inevitable that we’d end up here.
“What are we doing?” John whispered when I released him. “Are we?—”
“Less talking. On your knees.” I gripped his shoulders and pressed down. He inhaled sharply but then lowered himself to the floor, like I knew he would.
I unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my jeans before sliding my hand into his soft hair. His breathing seemed louder suddenly, and his hands were shaking when he placed them on my thighs.
“You okay, British? Wanna stop?”
I heard him audibly swallow, and then his head jerked beneath my hand. “No.” That one word was lined with steel, and I relaxed against the wall, spreading my legs a little as he pulled my jeans down my thighs.
When he eased down my boxers and wrapped his hand around my cock, I groaned, and he gasped, a chain reaction that made me even hotter. Fuck. It normally took a lot more than this to get me feeling so desperate for release. What was it about this guy?
He gave a tentative stroke, followed by another, surer stroke. I tightened my grip in his hair, drawing his head closer to my dick, and hot breath skimmed across my leaking tip. Warmwetness encircled my cock, and I bit down on my lip, throwing my head back as my eyes closed.
I hissed at the faint scrape of teeth, tugging at John’s hair in warning.
“Sorry,” he mumbled around a mouthful of my cock, and the vibration of his voice made my dick jerk and leak precum that he licked up with one long, slow drag of his tongue.
So fucking good.
When he lowered his head again, I made a snap decision. I tugged him off me, ignoring his sounds of protest. “I wanna fuck you.”
His whole body jerked. “What?”
“You heard me.” It was rare that I fucked hook-ups—it always felt like a bigger risk than a blow job or hand job, but there was something about this mouthy Brit that made me want to bury my dick inside his ass and fuck him hard and fast until he came all over the wall— “Fuck,” I groaned, my hand wrapping around my throbbing erection and squeezing. When I had myself under control again, I crouched down to my discarded jeans, fishing out a condom and a packet of lube. I was on PrEP, but there was no fucking way I’d ever go bare with a random hook-up.
“How…what…you want to fuck me in-in the ass?” John’s voice was hesitant, and my arousal dimmed. This guy was fucking gorgeous, from what I’d seen of him, but if he wasn’t all in, I’d go and find someone else. No, that was a lie. Anyone else would be a poor substitute tonight. I’d go home and jerk off, cursing him in my head at the same time.
“Not if you’re not into it.”
There was a long silence, and then he climbed to his feet. His voice had that same thread of steel again. “I’m into it. One hundred percent. Let’s do it. Use a condom.”
I wasted no time in rising to my own feet and rolling the condom over my erection. Directing him to bend over andbrace his hands against the wall, I reached around and opened his jeans. I tugged them down along with his boxers and then pressed my body up against his back, my fingers curving around his cock. He was so fucking hard and wet, the proof of how badly he wanted this right there in my hand, his breath coming in pants as I stroked him lightly while I ripped open the lube packet with my teeth.
When I released his dick, nudging his legs farther apart so I could prep him, he stiffened.
“Breathe,” I instructed in a low voice, running my palm over the fucking delicious curve of his ass. He took a deep breath, and then another, inhaling and exhaling audibly as I slid a lube-coated finger over his rim and began to ease it inside.
“Another.”
An involuntary smile tugged at the corners of my mouth at his bossy tone, but I did as he said, pressing another finger inside along with the first. I knew we both wanted this, and it appeared he was just as impatient as I was. When I added another, he hissed, tensing up, but then he pushed back, fucking himself on three of my fingers as he let out a series of breathy pants and groans. It was so fucking hot I had to take a step back and calm down my dick again before I did something stupid like come all over his ass without even managing to get inside him.
