Page 54 of Fresh Ice
Levy was ridiculous enough to try and get out of the after-game celebration by claiming a headache of all things. Killer scoffed and trapped him in a headlock.
“You’ve been moping around for weeks, and now you don’t want to come out with us?” he admonished.
Alonso’s smirked. “Yeah, Levy. What’s that about?”
Levy untangled himself from Killer and glared at Alonso. “Fine, I’ll go.”
Killer snorted. “Yeah, we know. It’s not optional.”
They were by far the loudest patrons in the bar, but the staff were used to them by now. Alonso squeezed himself in beside Levy on the booth, handing him a drink. “Congrats on the goal.”
He narrowed his eyes but smiled widely as he accepted the glass. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Alonso blinked innocently.
Levy leaned in close, his lips brushing Alonso’s ear. “I’m gonna eat you out until you cry,” he whispered.
Alonso shuddered, taking a long pull of his beer. Of course Levy would try to beat him at his own game.
Alonso was hyperaware of Levy for the rest of the night. He tried to pretend he was completely unaffected, enjoying the frustrated looks Levy was throwing him. The truth was, he wanted this as much as Levy—he was just far more patient.
“Okay,” Levy growled when they’d already been there for a couple of hours, “let’s go.”
“Sorry, I was just about to play a game of pool.” Alonso brushed him off.
Levy made an annoyed sound. “Olive—”
“It’ll only take a second,” Alonso lied blatantly, giving him a smile as he walked away.
Levy didn’t stop him, but he followed sullenly as Alonso and Gabby set up the billiards. Alonso could feel Levy’s eyes on him throughout the whole game, a press of heat as Alonso took his time setting up each shot.
If Gabby could tell there was something going on, he didn’t say anything about it, although he seemed thoroughly amused.
It felt powerful to be wanted that much, Levy glued to his side as if he couldn’t bear to let Alonso out of his sight.
“Okay,” Levy announced loudly as Gabby put the last ball into a pocket, winning soundly. “Early morning tomorrow. Gotta go.”
Gabby leaned against the pool table. “The hell is up with him?”
Alonso shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “No idea.”
Gabby hummed, thoroughly unconvinced.
Alonso dawdled as he said his goodbyes, ignoring Levy’s hovering form. Only when they were outside did he let his face split into a smile. “Impatient much?”
Levy growled, getting so close that, for a second, Alonso thought he was going to kiss him.
Instead, Levy held Alonso in a painfully intense gaze. Alonso parted his lips, but he didn’t know how to break the tension.
Just like that, Levy grabbed Alonso’s arm and pulled him towards the car.
Blood racing, Alonso let himself be taken.
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Levy’s hands were on Alonso the instant they stepped through the door. Alonso didn’t waste time either. He stripped his jacket off, kicked off his shoes, and dropped to his knees right there in the hallway.
“Fuck,” Levy cursed above him, running his hand through Alonso’s hair. “Fuck, you look good.”
