Page 106 of Slew Foot
“Are you sure we should even be doing this right now?” Rafe asked with a frown, remembering what had happened in the game earlier. He reached up to cradle the back of Mickey’s head. There was no lump where he’d hit it earlier of course.
His helmet had protected him, just like it was supposed to.
But it wasn’t the hit itself that was the scary part. It was the way the hit made the brain bounce around the inside the skull.
“Yes,” Mickey growled, lowering himself until he stretched out full length over Rafe, his weight pressing him into the mattress. He grabbed Rafe’s wrists and pulled them up over his head again. “I’mfine.”
He squeezed Rafe’s wrists as he said it, and he immediately softened under Mickey, relaxing, his head going all fuzzy and happy.Mmm, this is so good.
“Keep your hands above your head,” Mickey ordered.
Rafe did.
“Don’t move while I get the lube.”
Rafe frowned, both confused by his words and not happy Mickey was getting up and getting out of bed.
The view was pretty nice as he stalked naked across the room and pulled out a little zippered pouch though.
“I thought you weren’t going to fuck me,” Rafe said, curious.
“I’m not going to put my dick in your ass until I get tested,” Mickey corrected. “But I am going to finger you while I suck your cock.”
Andoh, Rafe was so not going to complain about that.
He smiled happily as Mickey returned to the bed with lube and he was even happier when Mickey knelt beside his hip and kissed him.
When Mickey sat up, Rafe spread his legs. Mickey laughed but it wasn’t mean. There was nothing mean in the way he looked at Rafe.
He lookeddetermined.
“Wait, but you haven’t come yet,” Rafe blurted out. “Don’t you want to …”
“Oh, I will.” Mickey grinned. “Don’t you worry.”
He put a pillow under Rafe’s hips, then knelt between Rafe’s thighs. He dropped his head and kissed Rafe’s thigh.
It was warm and ticklish and made heat spread through Rafe’s body.
Mickey settled onto his stomach, then gently pushed Rafe’s knees up and back. “Hold on to your thighs,” he said.
Rafe wasn’t flexible like a goalie, but he didn’t have any trouble doing what Mickey told him, especially now that Dakota had helped his back feel better.
He held himself in position and shivered at being so exposed.
Mickey reached for the lube, pouring a little on his fingers, then rubbed them together to warm it up.
It made Rafe smile because Mickey was always looking out for him, wasn’t he? And then his eyes fluttered closed as Mickey rubbed the pads of his fingers across Rafe’s hole.
Mickey sank one inside, slowly but without stopping. “Is this good?” he asked.
Rafe nodded frantically because fuck yeah it was, especially when Mickey leaned in and bit at his inner thigh. He let out a gasp, clenching around Mickey’s finger.
“Oh, you like that,” Mickey said teasingly.
Rafe did it again, just as Mickey pulled his finger most of the way out, then pushed it in again. It was soslow, especially in comparison to the short, stinging little bites all over Rafe’s thighs, and Rafe’s whole body went hot when Mickey dragged that same finger over his prostate.
“Mickey …” he whimpered, lifting his head to look at him.
