Page 62 of Cross Checks

"You did great out there tonight," I said, my voice soft but full of pride.

He opened his eyes and turned to face me. "Thanks, but it's not just about the game, is it? It's about saying goodbye to a part of my life."

I nodded, understanding the weight of his words. "It's a big step, leaving Cold Pines. But remember, we're doing this together. Our adventure is just beginning."

He gave me a half-smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling. "I know. It's just hard to leave? This town, the team...they've been my family."

"I get it," I reassured him. “Maybe don’t think of it as just leaving. You're moving forward. The Florida Panthers, the NHL...it's your dream."

"Yeah," he sighed, a hint of excitement finally creeping into his voice. "The NHL. Can't believe it's happening."

I scooted closer, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. "It's more than just a new team. It's a new life for both of us."

“You’re okay with all of this? You’re leaving a dream behind.”

“But firefighters are in demand everywhere. I’ll find my place.

“Maybe you’ll rise to Fire Chief of Sunrise, Florida.”

I shrugged, a smile playing on my lips. "Who knows? One step at a time. Right now, it's about you and this incredible opportunity."

We sat in silence for a while, just holding each other.

“Bedroom?” I asked.

Chase nodded, and I led him down the little hall. We slowly undressed and then slipped between the crisp sheets. I felt the warmth radiating from his skin as I moved up close.

His breath caught, and he turned to kiss me. It had a desperate energy, like I was a lifeline helping make the leap to Florida possible. We tangled our legs together, and I rested my head on his broad chest.

“I love you, Hank,” he whispered.

“I love you, too.” While he lay there beside me, I kissed his smooth chest. Next, I started to move across his bare flesh, worshipping every part of his body.

I followed the contours of his muscles with my lips, feeling the rise and fall of his breathing. Chase let out a low moan, his fingers tangling into my hair as I continued to explore.

My hands wandered down to his stomach, tracing the ripped muscles until I reached the waistband of his underwear. I tugged at it, urging him to lift his hips so I could remove the last barrier between us.

Chase arched, his eyes locked on mine with a mixture of desire and vulnerability. I kissed my way down the center of his abs until I curled my tongue around the base of his cock shaft.

I took him into my mouth, savoring the taste of his arousal. Chase's body tensed beneath me while his fingertips dug into the sheets. I continued to work my tongue and lips along his length, teasing and tasting him while my beard tickled his balls.

He lifted his hips off the mattress, seeking more contact and urging me on. I obliged, hollowing out my cheeks and taking him deeper. His moans filled the room while his thick cock filled my mouth.

I let my hand travel up his torso, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my fingertips. His muscles quivered with each movement as I kneaded them. His breathing quickened while he surrendered himself to pleasure.

Chase’s moans soon turned to desperate gasps when I speeded up the pace of my sucking. My mouth worked in harmony with my hand as I palmed the flesh of his sculpted pecs.

His hips bucked against me, seeking release.

And then I stopped. I didn’t want it to all end so soon. I pushed my way up in the bed and began to kiss my way down his arm, tongue flicking at his powerful biceps.

My fingers trailed down his body until I gripped his cock in my hand. “Oh fuck, Hank,” he muttered.

I worked my tongue and lips all the way down until I took Chase’s fingers into my mouth, sucking and moaning like they were his cock.

He moaned even louder while I stroked a little faster.

“Damn, Hank, fuck me, please,” he groaned.

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