Page 89 of Goaltender Interference

Connor rolled away long enough to strip it off and toss it to the floor, then settled back in, body snug against Jesse’s. “What do you want tonight?”

“How do you feel about ditching the condoms?”

Connor blinked. “Really?”

Jesse bit his lip, looking oddly shy. “I mean, no pressure. But I’ve always wondered what it was like.”

“You’ve never?—”

“No.” Jesse shrugged. “But like I told you a few weeks ago, I’m on PrEP, both our tests came back all clear, and we’re—we’re going to keep doing this for a while, yeah?”

“That’s the plan,” Connor agreed. Since it was going this well between them, why the fuck not? He hadn’t had this much sex since he was a newlywed. And honestly, even then, Viv hadn’t been as adventurous, or on the road with him.

Jesse wasright here.

“So … no biggie if you don’t want to. But I’m in if you are.” Jesse dragged a hand down Connor’s chest, idly playing with the hair there.

“I’m in,” Connor said firmly, because he didn’t need a lot of persuading.

“Really had to twist your arm there, eh?”

“Yeah, for sure.”

Jesse leaned in to kiss him again. “I hadn’t even gotten to the part where I cleaned myself out very thoroughly in the shower. Shaved too.”

“What exactly did you shave?” Connor asked with a lift of his eyebrows. He could guess what else Jesse was hinting at.

“What do you think?” Jesse rolled away, flipping onto his stomach. He shoved his pajamas down to mid-thigh.

Connor would have helped him get them off entirely, but there was something crazy hot about seeing the smooth, round curve of Jesse’s ass up against the bunched dark blue fabric.

“Hmm,” Connor said, shifting a little closer. He reached out, gliding his hand over the mounds. “You feel smooth here, but no more than usual.”

Compared to Connor, Jesse didn’t have much body hair, except for his underarms and groin and a very sparse dusting on his arms and legs.

Jesse shifted on the mattress, cheeks flexing like he was encouraging Connor to keep going.

“Guess I better keep searching,” Connor said, pressing his lips to Jesse’s shoulder.

“Guess so.” It sounded like Jesse was still smiling.

Connor dipped his fingers into the space between Jesse’s thighs, the soft cotton of his pajamas brushing the back of Connor’s hand. He tugged them down a little so Jesse could widen histhighs and when Connor caressed higher, all he encountered was warm, smooth skin.

“Fuck,” he whispered, gently playing with Jesse’s balls. “That feels nice.”

“It does for me too.”

Connor took that as a hint to keep going, so he toyed with the soft sac for a minute until Jesse made an impatient little noise.

“That’s not theonlyspot,” he muttered into the pillow.

“Good to know.” Connor shifted forward, grazing his teeth across Jesse’s shoulder, feeling the ripples in his body when he reacted.

Slowly, Connor traced his fingers up, skimming between Jesse’s ass cheeks. He was smooth there too.

Connor breathed shallowly, his gut tightening as ideas whirled in his head. “Is this a hint?”

Jesse turned his head. “A hint of what?”

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