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When it clicks, I slide an arm behind the headrest of his seat, turning to look out the rear windscreen, and put the car in reverse.
Teddy complains solidly as I drive. “My asshole is wet, asshat. It’s literally wet with your saliva. My heart is pounding…badly. I feel all shaky inside.” Heshifts in his seat, lifting one cheek then the other in an effort to make himself more comfortable. “I can’t be expected to practice like this. It’s…it’sunprofessional.”
“Asshat,” I parrot, chuckling like a fucking idiot. “I’d love to wear your ass as a hat.”
He slaps my chest and looks away so I can’t see how hard he’s trying not to laugh. “It’s not funny. I can’t think like this. I’m going to have people belting pucks at me for the next couple of hours, and I won’t be able to stop them because all my brainwaves are stuck in my dick.”
I didn’t think my plan through very well. The last thing I want is for him to be compromised at practice. There’s a quiet spot ahead, so I indicate and pull over, very concerned.
I turn to face him in time to see the evilest glint I’ve ever seen transforming his eyes into a disco ball.
Little shit. He knows how much I hate the thought of him getting hurt.
“I’m serious, Sev.” He presses his top and bottom lip together hard enough that a sliver of glossy pink juts out.
It’s the cutest, sweetest, most incorrigible pout on the planet.
“Okay,” I say, unzipping my fly and putting my hand in my pants. “Here’s the deal.”
His eyes stretch in delight and so does his mouth. His pout vanishes in the blink of an eye.
“Can I suck it?” he asks, voice laced with hope.
“No, you can’t suck it.” I shake my head and wave emphatically at our surroundings. “We’re on the street, Teddy. Of course you can’t suck it. I shouldn’t even be doing this here.”
His lip quirks up in a question. “Why are you doing it then, and more to the point,whatare you doing?”
I look left and right furtively, doing a quick one-eighty to make sure no one can see us. The coast is clear, so I take my dick in my hand, circling it tightly and squeezing as I drag my hand down my shaft. A clear drop of liquid forms at the tip. I scoop it up with my middle and pointer fingers.
I hold my fingers up for him to see, letting the light hit what I have for him, making it glisten.
“I’m giving you a little something to tide you over,” I say as though it should be obvious.
He snatches my hand in both of his and brings it to his lips. His head tilts to the side and his lips part. My fingers sink into his mouth. Soft lips envelop them. Blunt teeth scrape sensitive skin, and the wet, slight roughness of his tongue laps at my fingertips.
He looks me dead in the eyes as he does it, and I moan.
I fucking moan.
There I was, thinking I’d be okay. Thinking I could touch him and survive it. Thinking I could be with him and come out of it unscathed.
Now here I am, feeding him precum on the side of the street, moaning my ass off as he eats it.
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Teddy “T-Dog” O’Reilly
No,I’mnotfeelingespecially chill. Why do you ask?
I’ve had one of the most challenging practices of my career, and I’m exhausted. At the same time, I’m more wired than I’ve ever been. My dick feels like a tightly strung bow. String pulled back so hard there’s a real risk of an arrow releasing with or without my consent.
Things were bad enough when we left home. Sev letting me taste him in the car didn’t help. Neither did the way he kissed me to chase his precum down. Long and hard. A demanding kiss that he punctuated with a growl so low it rattled the car windows along with my brain.
All that had nothing on what he did when we got to the arena. He stood behind me in the locker room as the guys around us went about their business and whispered, “Hang back after practice, Tee. Make up an excuse to talk to Samir or something. Take your time getting naked. I want you alone in the shower so I can fuck you. Got it?”
My entire body went hot and cold and then hot again. My hair stood on end and a tidal wave of arousal washed over me. A wave so powerful that I was kind of impressed with myself for staying on my feet.
“There’s lube in your bag. I put it there before we left home. Make sure you take it into the shower with you.”
