Page 109 of Slew Foot
He coaxed Rafe onto his back, using the sheet to wipe off most of the lube before he took Rafe in his mouth. He didn’t tease at all this time, pinning Rafe’s hips down with his forearm and working him hard and fast, all while sucking and licking at the head of his cock.
Rafe was cut, so there was no foreskin to play with, but Mickey still had plenty of other wonderful spots to torment, like when he teased his tongue into the slit on the head, tasting a burst of salty-sweetness on his tongue.
“Mickey,” Rafe whimpered.
Mickey tore his mouth away long enough to tell Rafe to come in his mouth and a few bobs of his head later, Rafe gripped the bedsheets and released with a long, low groan, his desperation so tangible it was like Mickey could almost taste or touch it.
Mickey worked him through his release, knuckling at the sensitive spot behind Rafe’s balls after to milk a little more cum from him.
When Rafe was drained and twitching, clearly oversensitive, Mickey eased away.
Rafe let out a happy sigh, smiling dopily at him. “Hi.”
“Hi.” Mickey slid up the bed, gathering Rafe close.
“I don’t think I said this last night,” he whispered. “But I want you to know, I’m falling in love with you too.”
Rafe couldn’t stop grinning as he walked to breakfast.
He knew he should be embarrassed by the marks Mickey had left all over his neck and chest.And back, and shoulders, and thighs… he thought ruefully. The team was going to give him so much shit and the coaching staff would definitely know.
He might even get fined for it.
But how could he care when he and Mickey were together, and Mickeylovedhim?
After the sex this morning, they’d showered together and talked about how they were going to handle everything. Rafe wouldn’t have worried about it, but Mickey wanted to be sure they were on the same page and, well, Rafe couldn’t be mad at Mickey for looking out for them both.
“Are you ready for this?” Mickey asked as they paused in front of the doors to the room where their breakfast was set up, looking up at him with a worried frown.
“Yep,” Rafe said, walking through the door. Besides, he was too hungry to wait any longer.
Mickey followed and it only took a few seconds before they were noticed. Most of the team was there, along with the coaching staff.
“Well, well, well,” Crawford drawled as he looked Rafe up and down. “You two finally got your shit together.”
“Yesss!” Tanner pumped his fist. “I fucking win! Boo-yah!”
“Okay but that’scheating,” Graham said, scowling as he reached into his pocket. “Youlivewith them.”
“Pay up, boys,” Crawford drawled. “You know the rules.”
Rafe glanced over at Mickey who shrugged. “Crawford’s the fines master and it looks like Tanner won the bet on when we’d get together.”
“When?” Rafe asked with a frown. Shouldn’t it have beenif?He wasn’t surprised by the betting itself. He’d made all sorts of weird, random bets with guys on his previous teams.
Tanner snorted. “Dude, it wassofucking obvious you two were about to break and maul each other.”
Rafe grinned at him.
Tanner threw his arms around him and Mickey, squeezing them all together in the closest thing to an off-ice celly Rafe had ever taken part in. “Happy for you guys.”
Mickey rolled his eyes, but Rafe was kinda pleased. It was nice everyone seemed cool with them being together.
Guys were still counting out money as Rafe stepped toward the buffet, ready to load his plate. He’d worked up quite an appetite last night and this morning.
Just as they finished grabbing food, Coach Rasmussen walked in the room. He looked Rafe and Mickey over, sighed, and turned away.
“Uhh, Coach,” Rafe said.
