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Jesse fucked in shallowly, sucking at the tip of Connor’s dick, and then it was over before Connor had time to enjoy it. Pleasure slammed into him and he only had a second to choke out a shocked sound of warning before he unloaded in Jesse’s mouth, coming with great, heaving gasps, his head whirling.

The third time Connor woke, it was bright out and his skin felt too warm. His head pounded a little but the rest of him felt pretty great.

He stretched, peeling his eyes open and blinking to see where Jesse was. The previous night came flooding back—a bit hazy from the drinks, but clear enough to make Connor’s skin heat.

Well,damn. So, yeah. He was bi. Undeniably fucking bi.

“No, no, no,” Jesse muttered, sitting up.

Connor reached a hand out, smoothing it along the pale gold planes of Jesse’s back.

Half of him wanted to fucking blush at the shit they’d done last night. The other half wanted to do it again and see what else he’d been missing.

It wasn’t like this would ever become a regular thing. Jesse was in Toronto and from what Connor had seen, fucked at least half of it. Last night was probably nothing special to him. But it meant something to Connor.

“Fuck,” Jesse rasped and for a solid three terrifying seconds Connor wondered if he’d said that last part aloud.

Panicked, he sat up, protests on his tongue dying when he caught a glimpse of the headline on Jesse’s screen.

Toronto Goaltender Traded to Boston Following Chaotic Cup Celebration

Fuckwas right.

CHAPTER THREE

The hotel door slammed shut behind Connor and, with a groan, Jesse threw himself back on the rumpled bed that still smelled of sex and Connor’s cologne.

Oh, he’dreallyfucked up this time.

Jesse’s head throbbed and his stomach tumbled sickeningly when he thought about all of the calls and messages he’d ignored yesterday.

He’d wanted to enjoy the wedding. Didn’t want to think about the fact that Pat Fleming, Michael Gilbert, and Mac Sanders were pissed at him.

Instead, Fleming had traded him. Fleming had fucking traded him and Jesse had found out on social media because he was the dumb shit who had ignored his GM, his head coach, and his agent.

Mac had tried to warn him that it could happen and maybe, just maybe, he’d gone alittlewild after the Cup celebration, but hehadn’t thought it had warranted all of the stupid-ass meetings he’d been called into.

Definitely hadn’t thought it was enough to get himtraded. Especially not after he’d stood on his head and helped the team win the fuckingStanley Cup. That should count for something, right?

He hadn’t hurt anyone for fuck’s sake, just gotten a little naked and a lot drunk and slutty.

And now he was heading to Boston. Heading to a shit team, whose bi-curious captain he’d screwed.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuck,” Jesse muttered to the empty room, covering his face with his hands.

Okay, so that had been a bad choice. He’d made a lot of those in his life but this one might be one of the biggest.

The sex had been fucking great and he’d maaaybe been thinking about suggesting to Connor that they hook up during the season, whenever the Fisher Cats were in Boston, or the Harriers were visiting Toronto.

Jesse wasn’t about to miss out on a great fuck if he could help it. Connor had clearly never been with a man before but he knew what he was doing in bed and he hadn’t been shy about trying stuff.

And now he was really,reallypissed off.

The moment Connor found out about the trade, he’d stormed out of bed, yanking on his suit like it had wronged him personally, accusing Jesse ofknowing. Like he thought Jesse had fucked him, knowing he was about to be traded.

But that was giving Jesse way too much credit. Like he’d actually think that far ahead.Pfffttt. He was just a horny guy who’d accidentally on-purpose forgotten to charge his phone because he didn’t want to deal with the fallout.

He never thought they’d do this though.

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