Page 92 of Goaltender Interference

Connor bit down on Jesse’s shoulder, muffling the roar threatening to escape him. He came inside Jesse, heart pounding, body shaking, everything going white while he held on for dear life.

When it was over, Jesse slumped back, clearly exhausted. But Connor’s knees were beginning to ache so he reluctantly tapped his hip. “Hey. We should …”

He didn’t finish the thought, but clearly Jesse worked out what he meant because he lifted off Connor, falling forward onto his hands and knees, still breathing a little raggedly.

Connor shuffled back, thighs protesting, but he froze when he saw a trickle of his cum slide from Jesse’s hole. “Jesus Christ,” he muttered thickly because that was inexplicably hot.

He reached out, intending to push it back in, but Jesse let out a quiet yelp. “Too much.”

“Sorry.” Connor pulled his hand away.

Jesse shot him a tired grin, then fell onto his stomach, nearly kicking Connor in the nuts in the process. “S’okay,” Jesse slurred. “Some other time. Too sensitive right now.”

“That’s fine,” Connor assured him, rubbing his back, his skin beginning to grow clammy from the sweat.

When Jessewasup for it, Connor definitely didn’t hate the thought of fingering him after he’d come inside him …

Apparently, they’d both discovered some kinks tonight.

Connor staggered out of bed, legs not working quite right. In the bathroom, he winced at the sight of his reflection.Gross. He was a mess.

Rather than bother with a washcloth, he flipped on the shower. The water was hot almost immediately, so he stepped inside, groaning as it hit his body. He was gonna be feeling the extra exertion tomorrow and he had no idea how to explain that to the trainers.

Whoops.

Connor lingered in the shower for a bit, enjoying the heat and steam, before he finally soaped up and cleaned the stickiness from his skin.

Dressed in a towel, with another one draped across his shoulders, he walked into the bedroom and found Jesse exactly where he’d left him, sprawled out on his stomach, skin still glistening with Connor’s cum and shoulder purpling with the bruise Connor had left.

Connor’s gut tightened and he let out a shaky laugh.Shit. Somehow that made this all seem very, very real. He took a seat at the foot of the bed, towel drying his hair with the spare.

“What?” Jesse muttered.

“Nothing,” Connor said, clearing his throat. “You should probably go clean up though.”

Jesse let out an inarticulate noise Connor took to mean, “fuck no.”

“C’mon, up and at ’em,” Connor said, reaching out to swat at the meat of his ass. “You’re gross.”

“You made me gross,” Jesse muttered but he did lurch into an upright position.

His hair stuck out in every direction and he only had one eye open. He was a mess but he was a cute mess and a sudden warmth bloomed in Connor’s chest.

Damn it, Jesse was growing on him.

Jesse stumbled to his feet, knocking into the nightstand, which sent the lamp tumbling onto its side with a crash.

“Shit, keep it down,” Connor hissed but he had to laugh at Jesse’s alarmed look and he couldn’t deny the thought of getting caught almost made it hotter, sent a little thrill through him.

Connor grabbed Jesse around the waist and kissed him, loving the way Jesse melted into him, winding his arms around Connor’s neck.

They both jerked at the sharp rap on the door. “Hey, everything okay in there?” a man called out. It sounded like Graham.

“Get in there.” Connor tapped Jesse’s hip, nodding in the direction of the bathroom.

“Yeah, it’s okay,” Connor called out, tightening the towel around his waist while Jesse scooted toward the bathroom.

“What happened?” Graham called again.

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