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I’d always imagined an air of impatience from a guy I’m sucking off if I don’t just take it all in right away and go to town, but I’m definitely not getting impatience from the noises Jesse’s making as I take my time mostly focussing on the head, exploring him with my tongue and lips, and once, the tiniest nip with my teeth, which he actually seemed to like.

He has one hand in my hair, but he’s not pushing my head or even really pulling, it’s just there, teasing my hair around his fingers while he gasps and shudders beneath me, giving little encouraging noises and the oddyesandfuck Nate,andthat feels good.

I experiment with how much I can take in before it hits the back of my throat. I don’t think it’s much, but Jesse gasps and tugs my hair and tells me to stop.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t wanna come in your mouth.”

“Are you close?”

He nods and pulls me up to kiss me.

He flips me onto my back and his spit-slicked cock slides over mine as he grinds on top of me. The friction feels so good, I wrap my hand as much around both of us as I can and Jesse shudders and moans my name into the pillow as he comes over my hand.

He lies still on me for a minute, his heart pounding violently against my chest before he pushes himself up. He must have been carrying his own weight the whole time because he’d crush me if he just let go.

“I’m gonna suck you off now and you’re gonna come in my mouth, okay?”

I nod. I think he’s going to make me verbalise it, but I guess the promise from before still stands.

He takes me in his mouth and makes me come and I’ve never felt so satisfied or relaxed in my life.

When he puts his head on the pillow beside me, I admire his physique.

My eyes meet his again and he’s admiring me too

He laughs. For a second, like this, without thinking about who he is or who I am, or what either one of us is going to do in the future, I could be satisfied with things just the way they are right now. Lying in bed with a hot guy who’s nice and into me and not because he’s got a thing for skinny guys.

Jesse’s hand is on my hip and he strokes it with his thumb while he watches me.

“Do you want me to leave?”

I shuffle closer and he puts his arm around me and kisses my forehead.

Jesse

We skate out to play our first real game of the season against Yale, still pumped on our win over Toronto in the exhibition and feeling confident of our chances in this year’s ECAC conference. Our record against Yale is good, especially at home, but Coach reminded us before the game not to get complacent. If we want this, we have to win it, they’re not going to just hand it to us.

When I first played hockey against guys from schools like Yale and Harvard, I had to stop myself from thinking about them as rich assholes. It took a long time to see myself as being in the same league as them, though I literally am. It doesn’t matter why I’m here or how, I wear the well-known logo of an Ivy League school on my jersey and I’m proud to represent them.

There’s something about those Yale guys in a shade of blue that is literally called Yale Blue though. I just love beating them, maybe even more than I love beating anyone else.

Knowing Nate is in the crowd only makes me more determined to win. Teaching a rookie how to give blow jobs has been more fun than I thought it would be and Nate is improving like a champ. If there was a draft for blow jobs, he’d definitely make it. He’s not going to be nominated for the Hobey Baker or anything yet, but he’s getting there.

Yale bring their A-game and it’s a scramble to keep the score tied at 1-1 at the end of the first. I’m too focussed on the game to be thinking about anyone in particular in the crowd, but as they prepare the ice for the second period, I look up into the stands and find Nate sitting with his parents. I give him a little smile, but I don’t know if he can make it out from all the way out there.

When we get back out and Petroski screams at us from the net, me and Clarke defend with everything we have, giving our boys a chance at the other end to get a couple in and the game ends 3-1.

When Coach comes into the locker room, we’re so distracted celebrating, we don’t notice him until he shouts for us to be quiet. The room falls silent.

“You did good out there tonight,” he says.

The guys cheer.

“Now I need two volunteers to come with me to a kid’s outreach programme out in New Jersey next weekend.”

Silence.

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