Page 29 of The Last Inch Of Ice
Kai makes a sound—surprised, breathless—and Nazarfeelsit. Feels Kai’s cock hard against his thigh, and something in his chest explodes with desperate joy. He’s never felt anything like this. Never wanted anything like this.
A few moans escape Kai’s mouth. Then he goes silent.
Nazar lifts himself slightly to look at him. Kai’s hair is tousled, falling across his forehead. His lips are swollen. His eyes are half-closed, looking at him with something raw and unguarded.
In that moment, Nazar understands with absolute certainty: he is totally sexually attracted to men. To Kai specifically. Because he has never, in his entire life, seen anything more attractive than Kai right now.
“What are you staring at, blockhead?” Kai asks softly, swallowing nervously.
He wraps his hands around Kai’s wrists, pulling them above his head. He brings his face close to his, close enough to feel him breathing.
His mouth is dry. His pulse is thundering. For a second, he’s terrified he’s going to start stuttering like he did when he was a kid.
“Do you want this?” The words come out rough, very hoarse. Vulnerable in a way he didn’t know he was capable of.
Kai nods jerkily. “Yeah,” he whispers. “I want it.”
Nazar attacks his mouth with kisses. It’s messy, desperate, clumsy—Nazar fumbling with buttons and zippers, trying to reach Kai’s skin while keeping his hands pinned.
Everything is awkward and ridiculous and intense.
He never wants Kai to know that he’s never done this before.
Finally, Nazar gets his hand inside Kai’s jeans. His fingers wrap around Kai’s cock, and he exhales loudly at the weight of it in his palm. He strokes slowly, carefully, like he’s learning Kai by touch. Then he pulls his own cock free and presses them together, his hand working both of them.
Kai watches him from beneath lowered lashes, breath coming faster, chest lifting sharply with every inhale. His hand flexes against the sheets. There’s a tiny tremor in his thighs. He bites down on his lower lip like he’s holding himself together by teeth and spite alone.
Nazar sees the moment it hits him—sees Kai’s eyes go unfocused, sees his back arch just a little, sees the tendons in his neck stand out as he swallows a sound he refuses to let slip. And that—thatquiet, raw surrender—undoes Nazar completely. Heat crashes through him.
The second he notices Kai starting to come, lip bitten raw to keep from making a noise, Nazar loses it and explodes too.
His body seizes with pleasure that feels doubled, amplified by the sight of Kai falling apart because ofhim.
For a second, all he can do is breathe against Kai’s shoulder, pulse hammering, muscles tight from the force of it. The room is too hot. Their skin is slick where they touch.
Kai turns his head, catches Nazar’s mouth in a kiss that’s all teeth and need. It’s messy, aggressive, a clash rather than a question.
They roll across the bed, sheets twisting under them, neither willing to break away.
Kai shifts, trying to climb on top, but Nazar’s reflexes are faster. He grabs Kai’s hip and holds him where he is, keeping him pinned beneath. Control—maybe the only thing he still understands—locks into his muscles.
“Stupid asshole,” Kai mutters against his mouth, breathless and furious.
“Shut up,” Nazar growls, as he presses their foreheads together, refusing to let him go.
He slides his hands under Kai’s shirt, his fingers finding the hard points of the nipples. He caresses them slowly, deliberately, while positioning Kai so he can see his face. He needs to watch every reaction. Needs to catalog every sound, every micro-expression.
Kai’s breathing changes. His back arches slightly again.
“The important thing is it doesn’t affect the game tomorrow,” Nazar mutters. He says it more to himself because tonight he lost control in ways he didn’t know were possible. Every thought that wasn’tKaihas been erased.
Kai abruptly grabs his wrist and stops moving. For a moment, neither of them speaks.
Then Kai pulls away and stands, his hair completely disheveled, his shirt half-unbuttoned.
“I’m going to shower,” Kai says quietly. His voice is steady now, which somehow makes it worse. “We should leave at different times.”
Nazar wants to ask. Wants to demand to know if Kai is going back downstairs to those men. Wants to know if he’s about to let them touch him the way Nazar just did.
