Page 103 of The Shots You Take

“I’m going to see if they need help managing those kids,” Mom said.

“Okay. I’ll be over there in a minute.” He didn’t take his eyes off Adam.

It was probably twenty minutes before Adam was finally alone and noticed Riley at the back of the room. He smiled and walked toward him. When he reached him, he pretended to wipe his brow. “Phew, I got through it okay, I think.”

“You were awesome,” Riley assured him. He took Adam’s hand, and leaned in slightly before he realized where they were. He released his hand and stared awkwardly over Adam’s shoulder. “Um. Yeah. Good job.”

“Thanks.” Adam took a step closer. “Actually, would you mind giving me a hand with something?”

“Sure. Of course.”

He followed Adam out of the room and down the hall. The top floor of the rink housed the banquet room, a smaller meeting room, a few offices, and a storage room. Adam led him to the storage room.

“I was getting stuff from here earlier with Cathy,” Adam explained.

“And what do you need now?” Riley asked as the door closed behind them.

“This.” Adam lunged at him, kissing him hungrily against the door.

Riley huffed out a laugh, even as he kissed him back. It was pitch-black in the room, but he didn’t need to see. He grabbed at Adam’s shirt, his face, his neck, his ass, wanting to hold all of him. He loved that Adam had been wanting him as much as he’d wanted Adam during that long banquet. Riley kissed his throat, making Adam moan more loudly than was safe. They probably shouldn’t be doing this at all. Not here.

“God, Riles,” Adam groaned, just in case anyone who might be listening needed to know exactly who was making out in here.

“Shh,” Riley said, but even that sounded comically loud. They both started laughing.

“We’re going to get in trouble,” Adam whispered against his ear.

Any blood that wasn’t already in Riley’s cock rushed there at those words. “God,” he rasped. “Shut up.”

Adam was rock-hard too, and Riley really wanted to do something about it, but that was a line he wasn’t willing to cross at a youth hockey banquet in his hometown arena.

“We gotta stop,” Riley panted against Adam’s mouth after another bone-melting kiss.

“Mm,” Adam agreed, then kissed him again. He rocked his hips against Riley and pressed a thigh between Riley’s legs.

“Oh, fuck,” Riley gasped. It was so easy to rut against Adam’s muscular thigh as he lost himself in the heat of Adam’s mouth. The darkness elevated every sensation, and he knew he could easily come from this. Might possibly come from this in just a few seconds.

He forced himself to stop. “We can’t. Later, okay? Fuck.Fuck.”

Adam stopped and took a step back. “Yeah. Okay.” For a long moment, they both breathed heavily in the dark. Riley tried to think ofanythingthat might make his dick soft. He couldnotgo back out there like this.

“Mymomis here,” Riley said.

Adam laughed. “Okay, yeah. That’s helping. Keep talking.”

“Um… Bridgeman! Remember that guy?”

“Tyson Bridgeman? Ugh.”

Tyson had easily been one of the worst teammates they’d had. Loud and hateful, he’d also had some of the worst hygienehabits Riley had ever witnessed. “He accused me of being gay because I flossed my teeth.”

Adam scoffed. “Is washing your hands gay too? Because he never did that either.”

“Probably. And I’m guessing being good at hockey was also gay.”

Adam laughed, and it sounded like he’d taken another step or two away from Riley. “He was garbage.” He exhaled loudly, then said, “Okay. I think I’m presentable.”

Riley quickly adjusted his own wilting erection. “Same. I hope so, at least.”

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