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Liam backs them up towards the bed, pushing Aiden softly down onto the mattress. His breaths come in short pants as Liam sinks to his knees between his legs. Aiden is frozen, unable to do anything but watch with bated breath.

Liam slowly pulls Aiden’s sweatpants down, fingers trailing every inch of exposed skin, making goosebumps pebble over Aiden’s pale skin. Their eyes meet when Liam wraps his fingers around Aiden’s quickly stiffening cock. His cock twitches in Liam’s hold and he hates himself for it, how much this guy turns him on with just a look.

The oppressive silence of the room urges Aiden to stay silent through the torture of Liam’s hand on his cock. He closes his eyes tightly, biting his lip to contain the moan that threatens toescape him. A small hum from Liam is the only warning he gets before a warm, wet mouth envelops the head of his cock.

Somehow, Aiden is already on the precipice of falling over the edge, just from Liam’s mouth around the tip of his cock. Against every urge in his body, he leans up on his elbows to watch Liam suck his cock. Electricity crackles between them when their eyes meet. Everything about the blowjob is messy, absolutely no technique at all, but Aiden has never been so turned on in his life.

Aiden reaches out to trace the pad of his thumb along the curve of Liam’s jaw. He swallows loudly before tangling his fingers in Liam’s hair.

“Let me show you how I like it,” Aiden says softly. The resulting moan out of Liam has Aiden grinding his teeth to stop his orgasm from crashing over him. With one elbow on the bed, and the other hand tangled in Liam’s hair, he shows Liam how to suck his cock.

“Use your teeth just a little on the slide up,” Aiden orders him, voice husky.

Liam does it without complaint. Shit, he almost loses it. He falls back onto the bed, then Liam’s hands latch onto his thighs, mouth moving impossibly fast over Aiden’s cock.

“Shit, I’m gonna,” Aiden tries to warn Liam, but Liam just sucks him harder. As if he’s been giving A+ blowjobs his entire life. Aiden comes with a stifled shout, biting the inside of his cheek hard to keep any sound from escaping. He pants for a while, letting himself come back down to earth. Distantly, he’s aware of Liam tucking him back into his sweatpants. Liam climbs up to lay down on the bed beside him. When he turns his head, Liam is watching him with a small smile on his too perfect face.

“Just like I imagined,” Liam admits quietly, like a secret. “You tasted good.”

Aiden swallows loudly. All the thoughts in his head are too much, he can’t voice them, so instead he grabs Liam by the back of his neck to bring him down for a deep kiss. He can taste himself on Liam’s tongue, he kind of likes it when usually he doesn’t. For just a moment, a part of him is inside Liam.

They make out for a few more moments, before Liam pulls away with a tired sigh. Liam presses his forehead to Aiden’s for a moment before standing. He hooks his thumb towards the door, smiles one more time, then quietly exits Aiden’s bedroom.

A blowjob shouldn’t have shaken him up so much, but somehow it did. He lays there for a long time, catching his breath, long after his post-orgasm haze has faded.

“Why are you here?”Skye levels Aiden with a suspicious glare, which Aiden pointedly ignores.

“Why am I at my brother's home game? I’m not sure. It’s a riddle.”

Skye purses her lips as if she’s sucked on a lemon. She shakes her head at Aiden’s sarcasm. “This is your fourth game in the month of February alone. You usually only show up to maybe one a month.”

“They’re going to the playoffs this year.” Aiden shrugs. “Trying to be supportive.”

Skye hums in agreement but it’s clear Skye doesn’t believe him. It doesn’t matter if Skye believes him or not. He’s at the game for Archer. He’s definitely not at the game for the 6’3” center who’s going to go in the top ten of this year's draft.

Over the past few weeks they’ve hooked up a handful of times since the clandestine blowjob in his dorm as Archer slept in the room across the hall. Aiden had learned that night just how willing Liam was to take direction off the ice as well. He’llnever tell Liam though. Mostly because Liam doesn’t need his already over-large ego stroked but it was maybe the best blowjob of his life.

“Why are you smiling like that?” Skye looks at him suspiciously. “You’re creeping me out.”

“Just thinking.”

Skye puts two and two together. “You’re disgusting.”

Aiden grins at her and steals some of her soft pretzel.

“Are you coming along to the playoffs?”

Aiden snorts as Archer deftly blocks a goal. “I went last year, didn’t I?”

“Liam seems happier lately.”

The observation is so out of left field that it shakes Aiden from intently watching the ice. Skye isn’t looking at him, instead she’s steadfastly watching her huge ass boyfriend toss someone into the boards without any reaction at all. It’s a little unnerving.

“Has he? I haven’t noticed,” Aiden lies, keeping his own eyes back on the ice and off of Skye’s reaction. If Skye has any idea what he and Aiden are up to, Aiden doesn’t want to know. Plausible deniability and all that jazz. The game goes on, with AU winning, and Skye and Aiden traipse down to wait for the team outside of the locker room.

Liam barrels through the locker room doors, giddy, and pleased with himself with a too large grin aimed in Aiden’s direction. He steps close, smelling like oranges, then seems to remember where he is along with the audience. He takes a careful step back. Aiden can feel Skye’s penetrating gaze on him the entire time.

“Are you coming to the after party at my place?” Liam asks sweetly, in the way he’d ask anyone else, but Aiden knows what he’s really asking.

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