Page 53 of Scoring Position

Nico put his hands on Ryan’s hips and pulled him down as he thrust up. Sparks flew along Ryan’s nervous system as Nico nailed his prostate. Ryan cursed and arched into it, biting his lip to keep control, but when he looked down, he found Nico watching him with incredulous, lust-heavy eyes.

“Told you I wasn’t a virgin,” Nico said, but he sounded breathless rather than smug. It was a good look on him either way.

“Pretty sure I knew that”—Ryan slowed his movements and ground his hips down—“before tonight, sweetheart.”

Nico threw his head back on the pillow and dug his fingers into Ryan’s thighs.

God, he felt incredible. He pulled up and squeezed as he sank back down, but despite his conditioning, his legs were shaking. The pleasure was too overwhelming; he couldn’t focus on controlling his muscles. “We should flip,” he said, trailing a hand down Nico’s chest. “And you can fuck me into the mattress with those big beautiful muscles.” He groaned on the next slide down. “Those fucking Instagram videos. Pure porn.”

Nico flushed bright red and pulled up his knees. Ryan had half a second to prepare before Nico didexactlywhat he asked. He landed flat on his back, legs splayed wide with Nico between them.

Yes.Ryan hooked his ankles behind Nico’s back and pulled him in as he reached for his own cock. “Yeah, fuck me. Right there, baby.” He was so close now, and Nico was thrusting into him with abandon, mouth slightly open, eyes glassy. “Fuck, you’re so good.”

Nico threw his head back, yanked down on Ryan’s hips, and thrust into Ryan’s ass. Any second he’d lose control, and Ryan would get to see it. “’M gonna come.”

Ryan stroked himself quickly, overcome by the thickness of Nico’s cock, the hard thrusts that pushed him closer and closer to the edge. “Yes, right there, sweetheart. Keep doing that. Fuck—fuck me until you come—I come—”

Nico bit his lip and thrust like Ryan told him to, obviously lost in his own pleasure. He was gorgeous, and Ryan couldn’t take it anymore. One firm, perfect thrust fucked a shocked cry out of him and he came, spasming around Nico’s cock. Hot liquid shot over his fist and splashed up Nico’s stomach—

And finally Nico came. He wrenched into Ryan and dug his fingers into Ryan’s hips as his eyes slammed shut. Ryan could feel his balls twitching with release.

Eventually he pulled out and collapsed next to Ryan, close enough that Ryan could swear he felt the muscles twitching under Nico’s skin.

Holy fuck.

It was a few moments before Ryan’s brain rebooted enough to make words. “Hey, Nicky?”

“Guh,” Nico said. Ryan wasn’t sure if he meant yes or no.

Ryan patted the easiest part of Nico to reach. It turned out to be the middle of his chest. “Good game.”

Twelve seconds later, Nico hit him with a pillow.

WITH FOURgames crammed into the ten days before Christmas break, Nico didn’t have time to panic about his parents’ visit. Between practices, game-day skates, games, and Ryan, he had enough time to eat, sleep, and occasionally do a load of laundry or pick up dry cleaning.

It was a blessing and a curse. He didn’t think stressing out about his parents would help his game, but he also didn’t have a lot of time to put into preparing the house and buying Christmas presents.

Shit, should he buy Ryan a present?

He was turning the question over in his head before practice Monday morning when a ball of sock tape hit him in the face. “Earth to Kersh,” Grange said, lips twitching. “Come in, Kersh. You gonna get dressed or just try to peel the paint with your mind?”

So, okay, he wasn’t completely focused. He was only human.

They were ten minutes into practice when Vorhees reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. “Phil, you good to take over?”

“Yeah, sure.” Vorhees walked off the ice, and Phil blew the whistle. “Okay, special teams. Let’s try something different.”

Something differentmeant adding Nico to the first power-play unit instead of the second and swapping out Misha for one of the less experienced defensemen. Nico felt bad about replacing Yorkie on the first unit, but they hadn’t scored a power-play goal since the invention of the wheel. It made sense to try something new.

Still, he worried about it right up until Yorkie bumped his shoulder and said, “Come on, kid, show us how it’s done.”

Nico’s nostrils flared. “I’m not akid,” he protested.

Several feet away, Ryan covered a laugh by clearing his throat. So, fine. Nico wasdoing this.

He won the faceoff clean, passing back to Lefty, who cycled the puck back to the point. Ryan covered the gap between Nico and Grange, keeping a wide stance, ready to break in either direction if one of them took a shot.

Lefty passed to Grange, and Nico spotted an opening in Ryan’s coverage. Ryan swore as Nico deked around him. With Nico’s back to Ryan, Grange had a tiny window to get the puck on Nico’s stick before Chenner closed the gap—

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