Page 69 of Wrap Around
She grins. “But still not wrong.”
On the screen, Silas streaks into frame. The clock is down to the final seconds. He finds the puck like he’s magnetized to it and strips it from the Firebirds’ center. The camera struggles to keep up with him as he skates hard, makes a sharp cut, and winds up.
“Come on, baby. Come on.”
Lily and I both hold our breath as Silas fires a shot. The puck, nothing but a tiny dot on the screen, is midair as the buzzer sounds. The crowd is on their feet.
We see the puck hit the net and the lamp light up before the sounds of celebration catch up to the feed.
“Yes!” Lily whoops. I try to, but just end up coughing some more.
I’m happy for the team. It’s the first win since returning from our last road trip with nearly a third of the roster out sick. Coach did a good job making the most of a shitty situation, pulling in some guys who’ve been riding the press box most of the season, some younger guys that usually only practice with us but don’t dress for games, and a few unaffiliated players on short-term tryouts. They’re making it work. But damn if I don’t wish I were there with Silas right now, celebrating a much-needed win.
I grab my phone and type out a quick message.
ME: Nice wrist shot. All that extra stick handling has been working for you, huh?
The fire crackling in the stone hearth in the living room below us casts just enough light for me to see the outline of Silas’ profile as he looks at the view above us. Through the slanted skylight over the mattress we pulled from the bedroom downstairs, the dark night sky is brilliant with stars. It’s a stunning view, but nowhere near as breathtaking as the man lying next to me.
We’re high up in the mountains, miles from the nearest town or resort, with only enough phone signal to check in once or twice and say goodnight to Adaline. She’s used to her daddy, and now her uncle, being away for their jobs, so it’s business as usual for her. I’m trying not to feel guilty for leaving when we don’t have to, but this trip away was actually Lily’s idea. Selfish or not, I’m glad to have the time alone with him. We needed this.
Up here, where no one can reach us, it feels like the world has been reduced to just this moment. To the warmth of his body pressed against mine, and the soft pressure of his lips when he turns his head and finds me watching him instead of the view.
His kiss is slow. Intentional. Like we have all the time in the world. And here, it feels like we finally do.
We’ve spent the past two days tangled up in each other, mostly in this very spot. Talking. Touching. Laughing. Crying. More touching. Not rushing anything. Just being here, with each other, in the moment.
A sense of peace comes over me as I breathe him in, and I know this is it. This is everything I’ve ever wanted, everything I couldhave asked for but was too afraid to believe could ever really happen. I feel like such a sap, but I wanted this to be special. I know he’s been waiting for me to initiate sex, to finally fuck him the way he wants me to, but he hasn’t brought it up or tried to press it. I want to do something different though, and I’ve been a little nervous to bring it up.
Silas deepens the kiss and rolls on top of me. Our skin is still a bit sticky with leftover lube from earlier. He didn’t know it, but he was learning how to prep me, and I was letting myself ease into a new role.
“Silas,” I half whisper, half moan his name. His hand wraps around us both, but he just holds us while he kisses me, content to be lazy with our pleasure. Four orgasms into the day, this is more about the connection than the climax. “Silas,” I say again, as he’s kissing down my neck. “I want you to do it.”
He pulls back and hovers over me, face to face, looking into my eyes in the dim flicker of the fire downstairs. “Do what?”
“You know what. I know you’ve been waiting. And I’m thankful, because I’ve been trying to work myself up to ask you to make love to me first.”
“Why would you need to work yourself up? Did you not think I’d want to?” As if to answer his unspoken question, he rolls his hips, rubbing his cock against mine so I can feel his proof.
“I ruined what should have been our first–“ He tries to interrupt but I press my fingers to his mouth before he can argue. “But there are still plenty of firsts we can have together. I’ve never bottomed before, so it would be new for both of us, the way it would have been if we’d given ourselves to each other that day or any day after. And I’ve never made love before. It’s not something I’ve ever even considered, but I don’t just want to fuck you, I want it to be more. I want it to be special, or whatever,” I say, feeling self-conscious about how damn mushy I’m being.
“Or whatever,” he repeats in an exaggerated dude-bro type voice.
Grinning, he drops slow, sweet kisses all around my mouth before finally pulling my bottom lip between his and running his tongue over it in a way that gives me flutters of memory from the night before, of his tongue exploring me while I rested over the edge of the huge jacuzzi tub.
“For the record,” he says, releasing my lip with one more slow suck before kissing down my chin to my chest. “Even if we fuck, no matter how hard, soft, fast, slow, sweet or dirty we do it, no matter how many filthy things you say to me or how loud we make each other scream, it will always be more. It’ll always be love. Or whatever,” he tacks on, laughing against the soft hairs of my barely existent happy trail.
He gives my cock one long, slow lick while his fingers trail down the seam of my balls to my crease. His middle finger circles my rim, feeling the remnants of the lube from earlier and sinking the tip of his finger just barely inside me. He caresses me slowly, softly, all while looking in my eyes. I suddenly wish the fire was a little brighter, so I could see the flickering light glint off the gold flecks of his irises.
“And just so you know, I wouldn’t care if you’d done this a thousand times with a thousand other people. It doesn’t make it any less special. And when we’ve been through this thousands of times ourselves, done it a thousand different ways in a thousand different places, it’ll still be special. Because it’s us.”
“Or whatever,” I breathe, as he pushes his finger inside me.
“Yeah, or whatever.”
With a smirk, Silas plants a soft, somewhat chaste kiss on the tip of my cock. When he pulls his lips away, a silvery string of pre-cum follows, which he licks away before I can lean down and take it from him.
He preps me slowly, reverently, like I’m something small and soft and cherished, and not a six-foot-four defenseman. I let him pull me under his spell, relaxing under his touch, sinking into the mattress and surrendering my body and soul to the one person it was always supposed to belong to.
