Page 59 of Breakaway Goals
Morgan turned to their teammates and didn’t even have the grace to look disappointed. “Hayes and I have something we need to take care of,” he said.
They just nodded, giving Hayes another round of backslaps and congratulations, before Hayes could finally drag Morgan towards the door.
“You don’t want to stay and celebrate?” Morgan asked, grinning at him like it was making his whole ego sing that Hayes couldn’t wait a second longer.
“No,” Hayes said succinctly. “I’ve waited long enough, don’t you think? Besides, it’s practically my party. If I want to leave it early, that’s my prerogative.”
Hayes grabbed his coat and handed Morgan his own.
Morgan’s smug grin only grew as he shrugged it on. “Yeah. I take it I’m invited to this private party you’re hosting, then?”
Thatsomething elsewas pressing hard and fast against his diaphragm, making it hard to even breathe as Morgan leaned in, using opening the door as an excuse to get even closer.
It shouldn’t have felt more intimate to gaze up at Morgan as they headed out onto the sidewalk and say, “The only person I’m inviting,” but it was.
They’d talked about other personal things, but they’d never talked about whatthiswas. At first Hayes had felt like that wasn’t necessary, since they both knew the score, and then it had felt like the opposite—like he couldn’t have gotten the words out of his mouth even if he wanted to.
He wanted to say,I want you to be the only person I’m inviting for a very long time,but he didn’t know if he could. If heshould.
“Good,” Morgan said, nodding once.
It was all they said to each other on the five-minute walk from the bar to the hotel. Morgan only broke the silence when they got into the elevator and he leaned over, pressing the button for the seventh floor.
Okay, Hayes realized, they were going to his room and not even talking about it. Just doing it.
Then Morgan turned to him, “That goal was something fucking else.”
“It was a good pass,” Hayes said.
Morgan laughed under his breath. “Take the win, okay?”
“I’ve spent the last few hours taking the win,” Hayes pointed out.
“And somehow that’s too much?” Morgan rolled his eyes but he didn’t make any attempts to hide his fondness as he glanced over at him.
Hayes’ throat felt tight.Say it, say it, say it, say it. “I can think of one more thing I want. That you can give me.”
“Yeah?”
“Your dick.” Hayes paused, realizing he needed to be crystal clear about what he wanted. “I want you to fuck me.”
It was such a fucking cliche he was fully expecting Morgan to smirk knowingly the moment it was out of his mouth. But instead Morgan looked floored, blown away by Hayes’ words.
And yeah, duh, it was probably the first time a guy had asked Morgan to do that. Possibly the first time Morgan had ever contemplated fucking a guy. Now that Hayes was thinking notonlywith his dick, he could see maybe he’d gone too hard. Not offered other, possibly easier, things, first.
Morgan turned to him, jaw still a little dropped. “You mean that,” Morgan said.
Yes, Hayes could’ve worked up to it, but this was what he’dwanted. What he’d been half-afraid to ask for, before. What he’d definitely known was a bad idea, considering the number and sheer toughness of the games they had to play during this tournament.
He’d thought this through, though. At least as well as he could with the haze of the booze in his system. He didn’t have a game for three days. Asking for this was allowed, and maybe if he wasvery lucky, Morgan wouldn’t be turned off by the request. Maybe he’d evenlikeit.
“Yes,” Hayes said unsteadily. Resisting the urge to apologize. To snatch the words back and claim he hadn’t actually meant what he’d asked.
The elevator doors dinged open and they headed down the hall towards Hayes’ room.
Morgan didn’t say anything else, not until Hayes got the door open. The moment it closed behind them, Morgan had his arms around him and he was half-pushing him, half-dragging him to the bed, lips pressed hard and insistent against Hayes’.
“God, yes,please,” Morgan all but begged, pressing Hayes against the edge of the bed, tilting his head back as he kissed him intently.
