Page 7 of Goaltender Interference

Jesse laughed, low and rich, and Connor had to kiss him again. They had to repeat the maneuver to get Jesse’s underwear off and Connor had half a moment to admit he was surprised Jesse wore them at all before Jesse tightened his grip and rolled Connor under him.

With a gasp, Connor landed flat on his back, muzzily blinking at the streak of city lights on the ceiling before Jesse sat up and slithered away.

Connor made a noise of protest, belatedly realizing the drinks were beginning to hit. His head swam while Jesse undid his trousers and yanked them off, then did the same to his underwear. Connor lay there, breathing heavily, hard cock bobbing in the cool air.

A moment later, Jesse knelt on all fours over him. “Do you want this?”

Connor let out a short barking laugh of surprise, because his very, very hard dick was pressed against Jesse’s stomach now and if he couldn’t tell that Connor was into him from that …

He sputtered something to that effect and Jesse set a hand on his chest, staring down at him, surprisingly serious for once. “You’re drunk, Connor, and I’m not sober. I don’t want this to be something you’re going to regret tomorrow.”

Connor winced and nodded, tangling his hand in the thick, soft strands of Jesse’s hair. “I’m notthatdrunk,” he promised. “And the whiskey isn’t why I want you.”

Lights played across Jesse’s face for a moment before he nodded. He pressed a hard kiss to Connor’s lips, then shifted away.

He returned a moment later holding condoms and lube. When Jesse knelt between Connor’s thighs, he felt the first stirrings of unease. “Uh, I’m not sure I …”

“The condom is for you, the lube is for me,” Jesse said.

And that made Connor wanna protest that damn it, he could take it up the ass like a man too but he wasn’t sure if he could or if he wanted to.

Jesse kissed him again. “You’re thinking too much,” he murmured. “Stop it.”

He dragged a hand down Connor’s chest and wrapped his palm around Connor’s cock and Connor sighed, the staticky noise of his thoughts going quiet until all he could think about was the warmth of Jesse’s palm and the way he stroked Connor’s dick, thumbing over the head on the upstroke.

He let out a rough noise and Jesse grinned, teeth flashing bright in the dim room.

Connor reached up, pulling him in for another kiss. This one was messy and hot, their panting breaths and the wet sounds of their mouths filling the air. Jesse shifted until he straddled Connor’s waist and Connor ran greedy hands up his thighs and cupped his ass.

Connor grasped his cheeks and spread them, brushing a fingertip across Jesse’s hole. Jesse moaned against his lips and it fueled Connor to do it again. There was enough sweat to allow him to swirl his finger across the furled muscle and he pressed carefully inside, waiting for Jesse to stop him if he didn’t like it.

But clearly he did, gasping with pleasure against Connor’s mouth and biting at his lower lip, pushing back until Connor’s middle finger was buried to the second knuckle.

“You like that?” Connor rasped.

“Yeah, give me more.”

Connor let go of one cheek to fumble for the lube and Jesse had to help him, but then everything was so slick and easy as he shallowly fucked Jesse’s hole. Connor added another finger, watching greedily when Jesse straightened and threw his headback, his chest and jaw striped by the city lights as he rocked his hips, seeking more.

Connor’s dick throbbed at the sight, at the feeling of Jesse wrapped so tightly around his fingers. He groaned when he caught a glimpse of Jesse’s cock, hard and pressed tight against his belly. He let go of Jesse’s ass cheek to wrap his hand around it.

The skin was hot and soft, familiar and unfamiliar all at once, the angle awkward, the rush he got when Jesse moaned, low and long when he began to stroke, unexpected.

Conno felt a little clumsy but it didn’t seem to matter when Jesse rocked between his fingers and his fist, abs and thighs flexing.

Jesse shuddered, stilling, pressing his damp palm to Connor’s chest. “You ready to fuck me?”

Connor nodded dumbly, mouth hanging open when he imagined how good it would be. He eased his fingers out of Jesse’s ass, expecting him to slide back and sink over Connor’s cock.

But Jesse flipped the condom onto his chest, moving away to sit on the bed beside him, and Connor flushed because he’d nearly forgotten. He fumbled it, fingers slippery, but finally got it in place.

Jesse shifted to his hands and knees on the mattress, glancing over his shoulder. The light was too dim to see his face clearly and Connor was suddenly glad because he couldn’t imagine whathelooked like when he settled into position, kneeling between Jesse’s calves.

His heart beat fast as he gripped the base of his cock and shuffled forward. He missed the mark at first and they both hissed.Connor nudged him again, more carefully this time, and he sank inside a few inches.

They both gasped. “Fuck you’re thick,” Jesse muttered.

“Too much?” Connor asked but Jesse shook his head, already pressing back, taking more of him. And then Connor was pushing in steadily too and he sank to the root. He shivered at the tight, hot grip, overwhelmed.

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