Page 55 of Fresh Ice
“I’m about to look better,” Alonso teased as he unbuckled Levy’s belt and yanked on his pants and underwear.
Alonso swallowed Levy down without preamble, losing himself in the rhythm of the blowjob. For most of his life, he’d become accustomed to physical discomfort—injuries and sore muscles and deep bruises. This, though, was nothing like that. Even as Alonso choked on Levy’s dick, lungs tight as his breath was cut off, all it created was pleasure.
He wanted to be full—to know nothing but Levy.
The night gave him everything he wanted. Levy was almost feral, not slowing even after he came, dragging Alonso to the bed and ignoring every single plea to go faster.
“You made me wait,” Levy panted. “Now it’s your turn.”
All Alonso could do was groan into a pillow as he was opened up more slowly than he thought possible, Levy staying three fingers deep for so long Alonso thought he was going to go crazy.
He’d never felt relief like when Levy finally sank into him. He reached back, keeping Levy still just to feel how he stretched him to the limit before asking for more.
Alonso broke apart with Levy still pounding into him, on, and on, and on, until everything else fell away.
There was just him and Levy, deep into the night.
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March was a slog. The little string of wins they’d had at the beginning of the month was bittersweet. It had felt good at the time, imbuing them with the hope that maybe they could get a wildcard spot and make it to the playoffs, but it didn’t take them long to start dropping games again.
Alonso didn’t know if whatever was going on between him and Levy made it better or worse.
It was as if the trip they took during the All-Star weekend opened the floodgates. Alonso had been trying to keep some distance between them before All-Stars, bracing himself for the inevitable rejection. Now, though, there was nothing he could get himself to say no to.
The first time they had sex in Levy’s room after returning home, Alonso went to roll to his feet and go to his own room when Levy’s arm tightened around him. Neither of them said anything, but Alonso relaxed into him, relief washing over him.
It was stupid to want to spend that much time with Levy. They ate together, practised together, and now fucking slept together. It didn’t make any sense, but Alonso couldn’t help himself. There was something calming about lying on the mattress with Levy, their touches becoming softer, devoid of urgency or purpose beyond giving and receiving comfort.
Nobody had ever touched him like that. His mom had tried to be physically affectionate when he was little, but his dad’s obvious disapproval had made Alonso reject even that.
He hadn’t realised how much he was craving something as simple as a hand against his cheek or a kiss against his forehead.
He was fully aware of how pathetic and needy that was, but he couldn’t stop himself when Levy gave so openly.
They’d mutually agreed not to have sex on the road, but they’d still fall asleep on the same bed, curled up after losses, two sore bodies tangled together.
They didn’t talk about it. One of the many things they did but wouldn’t put into words.
“What about these ones?” Levy asked, whispering even though they were practically nose to nose, alone in their hotel room.
Alonso peered at the picture on the phone. “Those are the ugliest shoes I’ve ever seen in my life,” he replied truthfully.
Levy gasped. “Are you crazy? These are Jordans.”
“Okay? And?”
“Why do I even bother asking you?” Levy muttered, smiling.
“Those are objectively ugly shoes. You cannot tell me you’re serious with that,” Alonso protested. They were brown, yellow, and pink. Who in their right mind would wear that?
“Your invitation to this conversation has been revoked,” Levy declared.
Alonso snorted but didn’t reply, watching Levy as he tapped away on his phone. Alonso let impulse take over, shifting so that he was snuffling into Levy’s neck. “Let’s go to sleep.”
Levy’s arms wrapped around him immediately, not protesting even though he’d clearly been in the middle of something. “Okay.”
Alonso grumbled as Levy pulled away to turn off the light, but his whole body relaxed as he was wrapped up again.
