Page 104 of Slew Foot
“Yeah.” Mickey brushed their lips together. “Yeah, it was.”
“Sometimes I kinda have a hair trigger,” Rafe admitted, opening his other eye, although his nose scrunched up. “Like, especially when it’s been a while. Sorry.”
And oh, ithadbeen a while for him, hadn’t it? Mickey realized. If Rafe and Logan had split in November, it had been over four months for him.
Mickey soothed him with a soft, lingering kiss. “I don’t mind,” he whispered when he pulled back. “You don’t need to apologize for it. Can I ask you a few questions though?”
“Sure.”
“Do you want to last longer?”
Rafe shrugged. “Sometimes. I can usually tell when I’m getting close. I just got, uh, a little overwhelmed this time and it took me by surprise. I didn’t have a chance to warn you.”
“Well,” Mickey said, a little dazzled by the possibilities. “We can work withthat.”
“Yeah?” Rafe looked hopeful.
“Mm-hmm.” Mickey sat back, letting go of Rafe’s arms.
He kept them right where they were. God, he really wasso fucking perfect.
“Get undressed,” Mickey ordered. Because Rafe needed to move before his muscles cramped. Just because hecouldhold still for a long time didn’t mean he should. Not when they had another game in two days.
“Uh, okay.” Rafe lifted his hips, hooked his thumbs into the sweats, then pushed them down. He kicked them off the bed.
Mickey had a dim thought about how the sweats should get rinsed off or they were going to be crusty and disgusting by the time they got back to Boston.
But he was a little too busy staring at Rafe’s cock.
It was mostly soft now, the remnants of his cum still glistening in the black hair at the base. And Mickey’s own cock throbbed at the sight.
“Tell me,” he said, tearing his gaze away to look Rafe in the eye. “Can you come again tonight?”
Rafe nodded, smiling. “Yeah, shouldn’t be a problem.”
Mickey smiled too, losing the rest of his clothing before straddling Rafe’s hips. “Perfect.”
Rafe shivered when Mickey kissed him again. It was slow and dirty. He used his tongue to tease into Rafe’s mouth and slowly deepened the kiss. He took his time, like he was the one who’d just come, not Rafe.
But Rafe was already eager for more. He reached up, planning to pull Mickey closer, then hesitated.
“Can I touch you,” he asked when they came up for air.
“Do you want to touch me?”
Rafe hesitated, then nodded. “Yeah.”
He liked Mickey pinning him down, but he also wanted to see what Mickey’s body felt like.
It turned out it was cool in some places and warm in others. He was muscular, not in a bulky way, but Rafe could feel every firm dip and hollow as he let himself explore.
They kissed again, slow and deep, and Rafe sighed happily.
This was so good. He hadn’t spent a lot of time thinking about what Mickey would be like in bed but when he’d allowed himself to, he’d have thought Mickey might be a little rougher.
And maybe he would be in the future and Rafe wasdefinitelyokay with that, but this was nice too.
It was enough to have Mickey’s tongue in his mouth and learn he liked it when Rafe stroked his thighs, the hair there lightly tickling his palms.
