Page 65 of Trade Deadline

“Whatever you’re about to say, no, but thank you.” He removes his finger and replaces it with his lips, then takes my hand to lead me further into the house. We stop in the lounge where the Edmonton v Dallas game is playing on the television.

“I need to take a shower before food arrives.” He says, “make yourself comfortable, I won’t be long.” He plants a kiss on my lips then disappears down the hall.

I gaze around the living room. There are framed photos on the wall, along with a bookshelf overflowing with old paperbacks. One of the photos catches my attention. It’s of a couple with two kids. They must be Alex’s parents. All four of them are wearing bright smiles. Alex’s mom has her arm around his middle, he looks maybe four or five years old, that smile is wide and cheesy, covered in the ice cream he’s holding.

My heart pangs in my chest. For Alex and Jacob having lost their parents so young, and for his parents not being able to see the incredible people they’ve become.

There’s another photo from what must have been Alex’s graduation, Jacob standing proudly beside him, but the sadness is evident in their eyes.

The heartfelt conversation we had earlier solidified the fact that Alex is different than people I’ve dated before. He isn’t with me for the money, or the status, or the fact I’m a hockey player. He likes me forme, and damn, did it make me feel like King of the fucking world that this beautiful guy, who has been through so much heartbreak in his life, sees me as someone he wants to spend his time with.

Taking in all the photos, I wind up wandering down the hallway. Stopping at every photo to take it in, then I come across his room. My eyes landing on his unmade bed, and my thoughts going back to that night after our first date where he fisted his cock until he came with my name on his lips. I sit on the edge, smoothing my hand over the cover before leaning in and inhaling his scent on the pillow. My dick gives an excited twitch against my fly, and as I sit upright again, I notice a puck on his bedside table.

The warmup puck from the night we met.

I grin, picking up the rubberized disc in my hand and toss it in the air. I can’t believe he kept it.

“Be careful with that, it’s my favorite puck.”

His voice startles me. The puck drops to the floor with a thud and my head snaps up, and when I see him, my tongue lolls out my mouth like a dog. He’s standing in the doorway in just a towel.

Justa towel.

Water droplets run down his chest before disappearing beneath the terrycloth. I watch in avid fascination as he walks to his dresser and pulls out some briefs.

“You’re killing me here!” I groan.

Alex looks over his shoulder, a playful smirk spreading across his lips. “You’re the one who came in here, I can’t just stay in a towel.”

“I wouldn’t mind if you just stayed naked.”

He snorts and shakes his head as he drops the towel, exposing that perfect, peachy ass and I let out another groan, pressing down on my throbbing erection in my jeans as he pulls on the tight black briefs in his hand.

“You’re such a tease, how do you expect me to get through dinner now?”

Alex walks over to me once he puts on some sweatpants and stands between my legs. Placing my hands on his waist, I slide my hands around to grab a handful of that peachy ass he teased me with, then I practically purr like a cat when he runs his fingers through my hair.

My head tilts back, closing my eyes as the sensation of his nails against my scalp causes tingles to travel from my head to the tips of my toes, the hair on my body standing to attention like I've been shocked.

“I’m sure you’ll manage.” He leans down to kiss me, threading his fingers through the strands of hair on the back of my scalp.

I grip hold of his waist and pull him onto my lap before laying back on the bed. We make out like we’ve got all the time in the world. My hands exploring the soft skin of his back, feeling the curve of his spine and teasing handfuls of his ass. I could kiss him forever and I still wouldn’t feel satisfied.

The food arrives shortly after, and we feast on the most delicious food, then lay on the couch to watch the last of the hockey game. Alex curls into me, his head resting on my chest, his hand on my hip. His soft snores fill me with so much happiness, the back of my eyes burn.

He’s so fucking special.

I want to do everything with him. I want to give him the world. I’d do anything he asked of me and more. Anything as long as I get one of his smiles and see those blue eyes sparkle.

I would burn the world for him and walk right into the flames.

Twenty

Blaine

“That was good,but it can be a lot better. Do it again.” Coach blows his whistle, and we skate back to our positions.

This morning’s practice consists of running through power play and penalty kill drills ahead of tomorrow night’s game against New Jersey.

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