Page 71 of Slew Foot
“Well, it’s not,” he said defensively when they stared at him. “It’s the best oneI’veever had.”
“I’ll take you to Austria sometime,” Mickey said without thinking. “Viennese hot chocolate is thicker and very rich.”
Rafe blinked. “I didn’t know they made hot chocolate in Asian countries.”
Mickey blinked back at him trying to work that one out.
“No,” he said slowly when he figured it out. “Viennese, as in fromVienna.”
Rafe stared at him blankly like he was speaking Martian. Mickey didn’t think Rafe wasthatdense but Tanner was staring at him with just as much confusion, so Mickey decided it was probably because both of them were guys who’d spent way too much time playing hockey and not enough learning world geography.
“Vienna is a city in Austria,” he explained. “I wasn’t saying Vietnamese, like from the country of Vietnam.”
“Oh. Got it.” Rafe nodded. “I think.”
“Let’s head to the arena and get some breakfast there,” Mickey said with a sigh as he rubbed his head. He wasn’t sure how much more of either Rafe or Tanner he could take right now.
Though, for very different reasons.
Rafe looked down at his bare chest and frowned. “I should probably put something on before we go.”
Mickey nodded and resisted the urge to pat Rafe’s bare shoulder. “Good idea, bud.”
Later that night, as Tanner and his latest hookup were loudly and enthusiastically going at it, Mickey lay in his bed, trying to ignore his hard-on. He wasn’t even remotely attracted to Tanner, but the sound of sex, when he was this pent-up all the time, was too hard to ignore.
He closed his eyes, debating if he should give in to the urge to jerk off to the memory of his last hookup with the guy who reminded him of Rafe or maybe that onereallyhot time with Emilia … when there was a knock on his door.
Tanner—or the guy he was fucking, Mickey wasn’t sure—were still filling the apartment with their sounds of ecstasy, so unless someone had snuck into their apartment, that had to be Rafe.
Mickey bit his lip against the groan he wanted to let out, threw back the covers, and stood. He tucked the head of his very hard dick under the waistband of his pajamas, tugged his shirt down to cover it, then opened the door.
On the other side was Rafe, looking like a fantasy brought to life. Shirtless, in the pair of low-slung sweats he loved so much. Only this time, it was clear he had nothing on underneath.
With his hair a fluffy mess and his eyes sleepy and warm, he was Mickey’s wet dream.
Mickey cleared his throat rather than wrap an arm around the back of Rafe’s neck, haul him into the room, and kiss him senseless.
“Hey. Do you need something?” he asked instead, trying to be polite and not a horny jerk.
“Uhh.” Rafe dragged a hand through his hair, making it even worse. Making Mickey wonder what it would look like if he was the one to mess it up.
Would he moan if Mickey tugged on it?
“How do you sleep through this?” Rafe asked.
Jerk off and try to pretend like it’s not you I’m imagining?Mickey thought. Because that was kinda what he’d been doing since Rafe joined the team. Which wasn’tthatlong ago but it was long enough Mickey was starting to feel a little wild and unhinged from it.
“Earplugs,” he said instead.
“Oh.” Rafe’s face fell. “Shit. I don’t have any. I mean, I think I have some somewhere, but I don’t know which box it’s in, you know?”
There was still a stack of boxes in Rafe’s room he hadn’t unpacked yet so that made sense. And Mickey didn’t blame Rafe for not wanting to dig through them at one in the morning.
“I think I have a spare set,” Mickey offered with a stifled sigh. Because he was a nice person, or at least he tried to be.
He added, “Come in,” when Rafe hesitated in the doorway.
Mickey walked across the room and yanked open his nightstand drawer, only belatedly remembering there were sex toys in it too. He wasn’t surprised to see a dull flush on Rafe’s cheeks when he glanced over.
