Page 8 of Goaltender Interference

He’d done this before but it had been years. An old girlfriend—before he met Viv—but fuck Jesse was no girl. Connor widened his stance and Jesse did too, canting his hips at an angle that made them both moan. Connor rocked his hips, testing out the rhythm, and then they found it.

It lit Connor up from the inside, heat spreading through him. At first, it was all he could do to hang on to Jesse’s hips, palms sweaty, trying to figure out what he liked. He shifted a little and drove in harder, Jesse letting out a choked noise.

Connor froze.

Jesse made an impatient sound. “Congratulations, you found my fucking prostate. Now, keepgoing,” he demanded.

Connor made another deep thrust and Jesse urged him on and then it became nothing but heated, desperate need and the slap of their bodies together. Connor reached under Jesse, grasping his cock—not quite as hard now—and fuck he loved the feel of it in his hand.

He pressed his palm to Jesse’s stomach, pulling him up until they were both on their knees. He kissed the side of Jesse’s throat, tasting the salt of his skin.

“Fuck you feel good,” he rasped and Jesse choked, reaching back to grip Connor’s thigh. Connor buried his face against Jesse’s shoulder, loving his low moans and the smooth hard muscles.

The taste of him.

Connor smeared the wetness at the tip of Jesse’s cock across the tiny hole there and Jesse let out a sobbing noise, collapsing forward onto his hands and knees.

“I’m close,” he whimpered. “C’mon, stop fucking around. Put your back into it.”

Connor let him go, let him shift until he was down on his elbows, face mashed against the pillow, panting.

“You want it hard?” Connor asked, brushing his palm across Jesse’s back, a little damp with sweat.

“Yeah. Yeah, give it to me. Don’t hold back.”

Connor closed his eyes, balls already beginning to draw up. He gripped Jesse’s hips and drove into him, hard and relentless. Rough in a way he’d never been with anyone else.

Jesse whimpered once, and then again, until the air was filled with his sharp little cries and low curses. After a while, his body went tight and he muffled a scream against the pillow, panting hard, body trembling.

Connor let out a desperate gasp and came too, his mind going white with the force of his orgasm.

Some hours later, Connor awoke to Jesse climbing back into bed. He made a confused noise.

Jesse shushed him, whispering, “Just got up to get some water. You want some?”

“Please,” Connor muttered thickly. He gratefully took the cool bottle from Jesse’s hand and sucked down a few gulps before he handed it back. They traded the bottle a few times before it was empty.

Jesse slid under the covers again, his body cool from the room’s air conditioning. Connor reached out, wrapping an arm around him. Jesse tensed and Connor lifted his arm, thinking maybe Jesse didn’t like it, but he grabbed Connor’s forearm, settled it back into place, then rolled over, tugging Connor with him.

They ended up with Jesse lying on his stomach and Connor half draped over him. Jesse let out a contented sigh and Connor relaxed, pressing a kiss to his shoulder, surprised by how weirdly normal this felt.

He was trying to figure out how to say that when Jesse mumbled, “Give me like an hour to sleep and then I’ll suck your dick.”

“Uh, okay.” Connor gave a mental shrug and closed his eyes, letting himself drift for a moment.

He awoke from a heavy sleep to a mouth on his cock, warm and wet. Connor lifted his head, confused, blinking in the early pre-dawn gray light before hazy memories of the previous night came flooding back.

Jesse. Right.

Connor let his head fall back onto the pillow, eyes closed as he reached for Jesse’s hair. It was thick and silky under his fingersand he hummed like he enjoyed it when Connor experimented with tugging a little.

Jesse’s mouth was slick and snug, his tongue hitting all of the right places, his suction perfect. For every tug of Connor’s hands on Jesse’s hair, Connor felt a corresponding tug on his balls, pleasure already gathering low and tight in his belly.

Jesse swirled his tongue over the head of his cock before going deep again and his free hand shifted to tease experimentally at Connor’s hole. Connor tensed but when Jesse shifted like he was going to pull away, he squeezed his thighs against Jesse’s shoulders, trapping him in place, silently begging him not to stop.

When Jesse brushed his thumb across the spot again, Connor relaxed, breathing deep, uncertain but wanting. He made a noise of displeasure when Jesse lifted his head away, leaving the tip of his cock throbbing in the cool air.

But Jesse spat, the sound shockingly loud in the quiet room, and then he was gently pressing forward with his thumb. Connor let out a rough noise at the strange, intrusive pleasure of something inside him, but it feltgoodtoo, spreading him open as Jesse took him in his mouth again.

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