Page 51 of The Last Inch Of Ice
“Looking for this?”
Nazar pulls a can of Red Bull from the inside pocket of his hoodie. He’d grabbed it from the convenience store earlier—a purely instinctual move that he didn’t question at the time and is questioning even less now.
He knows Kai drinks them in the evenings. Has seen the distinctive silver and blue cans in the Kai’s apartment. Has watched Kai crack one open during film sessions when they’re reviewing gameplay.
Kai’s gaze flicks to the can, then up to Nazar’s face. His expression is perfectly, infuriatingly blank.
Nazar feels a savage little thrill course through him. He shakes the can gently from side to side—a silent, mocking invitation.Come and get it.
He knows this will push Kai over the edge. Knows it the same way he knows when a defender is about to commit to the wrong side on a breakaway.
Kai’s jaw tightens. He glances back toward the lobby—checking, calculating—then turns the corner into the corridor.
“Give it to me,” he says, his voice low.
“Come take it.”
Kai shoves him hard in the chest with both hands—not hard enough to actually move him, but hard enough to make a point.
He opens his mouth to say something cutting, probably something about Nazar’s maturity level or basic human decency.
Nazar doesn’t give him the chance. He crashes their mouths together, backing Kai against the wall, swallowing whatever indignant gasp was about to emerge.
The kiss is hard and punishing.
“Shhh,” Nazar breathes against Kai’s lips, biting the plush lower one gently.
Fuck, it hasn’t even been three weeks since he touched him like this, and it feels like a goddamn eternity.
“What, shhh?” Kai hisses, trying to push him away even as his hands curl into Nazar’s shirt. “Are you completely out of your mind? We’re in a motel lobby. Our teammates are thirty feet away—”
Nazar doesn’t let him finish. He grabs Kai’s wrist and pulls him farther down the corridor, away from the main lobby, checking doors as he goes. The first two are locked. The third one opens—a narrow service hallway, crammed with cleaning carts and stacks of folded linens.
He shoves Kai inside and kicks the door shut with his foot, pushing him back against it. His mouth finds Kai’s neck—that place that makes Kai lose all his carefully constructed composure.
“This is insane,” Kai says, but his voice is already unsteady. “This is fucking risky—”
“Yeah,” Nazar murmurs against his skin. “Especially when you talk. And you talk so much.”
Kai gives a weak shove against his chest, token resistance that lasts exactly three seconds before his hand is in Nazar’s hair, fingers twisting, pulling him closer.
The jolt of electricity that shoots down Nazar’s spine is almost painful in its intensity.
He grinds against Kai and feels him arch in response.
“Come on,” Nazar whispers against his jaw. “Say your usual nasty things. Do it before one of us loses it completely.”
“I fucking hate you,” Kai whispers back.
He yanks Nazar’s head up, his mouth crashing down hard and fierce.
Everything narrows to this—the taste of him, the heat of him, the desperate friction of their bodies pressed together in a space barely big enough for one person, let alone two.
A firestorm erupts in Nazar’s blood. He wants to tear their clothes off. He wants to push Kai onto his hands and knees right here. He imagines gripping his hips, pulling him closer, forcing him to take every inch, every thrust without mercy, until they both tremble with need. He wants to trace every line of Kai’s body with his hands. He wants to bury himself in him, over and over, inside his mouth, inside his hand, in every way he can. Just shove his throbbing cock into any soft, warm part of Kai. He’s not sure he wants anything else in life more than he wants that.
Kai’s thigh rubs against the aching head of his cock, and a guttural moan is torn from Nazar’s throat.
He presses Kai harder into the door, and Kai makes a strange, strangled sound, his arms wrapping tighter around Nazar’s neck. And just like that, with nothing more than the friction of their bodies, a shudder runs through Kai’s frame.
