Page 4 of Finders Keepers
Training camp was a month out, but there were team events and activities he’d be expected to attend and participatein. In addition to settling into his condo, he needed to bond with the team. Make some acquaintances at any rate.
Once the season ramped up, the more the spotlight would be on the team and on him as the new guy. Hockey was the only professional sport in town, so the team probably took center stage ahead of college sports, and the anonymity he currently enjoyed would disappear like a bottle of rum in his mother’s hands. He might have only one or two more chances to get a fuck fix before he became a known commodity to the city.
“I want anal penetration.” He didn’t do it often, but it’d been a while since he’d fucked or been fucked and being fucked by Ashton was suddenly, definitely appealing. A slight frisson of something more than physical arousal whispered through Nate. Ashton’s empathy and kindness spoke to him on a human level, and it’d been quite some time since he’d been the recipient of that kind of warmth and compassion. Nate found himself not only grateful but drawn to him as well.
“We can do that. You ready to get started?”
“Sure. Yeah.” Legit desire flickered to life in Nate’s groin. His dick chubbed up and tried to shift and straighten, but the seam of his pants held it captive. His pulse fluttered eagerly in his veins.
Too bad he’d met Ashton under these circumstances. Maybe if he ever felt comfortable enough being out—his former teammate Elijah had made it seem easy—he could find a guy to meet his needs in the bedroom on a permanent basis. One he didn’t have to schedule an appointment with. Finding that guy seemed impossible.
He’d relish having a loving partner like many of his teammates over the years experienced. Instead, he carried a void in his innermost being. Unfortunately, a professional athlete revealing himself as gay was still a risky proposition despite the fourth-pairing d-man in Houston getting away with it. A higher-profile athlete like Nate coming out as gay and preferring a submissive role in the bedroom would be ridiculed and worse.
For now, clubs and a stack of NDAs were the only way to guarantee his privacy. If Ashton were always his Dom, Nate could live with that for a while.
“Why don’t you step into the en suite and take care of whatever business you need to and return naked.”
Meaning—clean out your rectum and polish up your anus if you haven’t already.
Nate’s stomach swooped; his pulse buzzed. “Yeah. Okay.”
* * * * *
The large bathroom was bright and shiny; the fixtures were an off-white porcelain with brushed silver accents. He’d taken care of business before he’d left his condo, but there was no way for Ashton to know that. Besides, he might as well take advantage of all the amenities the premium room had to offer. The products they used in these high-end suites smelled nicer than his own, so why not?
After a quick shower, Nate dried off with the large white towel that was as soft and fluffy as expected. He flexed once into the large mirror and turned for the door, as ready as he’d ever be.
The diffused lighting and the understated scent of vanilla and musk in the main room created warmth and coziness. The changes evoked a sense of tranquility; a stark contrast to his sterile condo.
“Nate, you’re a beautiful specimen of a man. Come here and let me look at you.”
Nate stood a hockey stick’s length from Ashton who now sat on the bottom corner of the king-size bed clad only in his unbuttoned button-down and his underwear. His tanned skin contrasted deliciously with the crisp white of his shirt and the bright white of his briefs, unlike Nate’s usual pale pallor.
He’d needed this outlet more than he needed the jogging trails or golf courses where he tended to get his sun fixes.
Ashton’s gaze traversed Nate’s body, not stopping at any one part for very long, but appreciation shone in his eyes. Nate’s cock stirred in response.
Ashton hummed. “Turn, please. Every inch of you deserves to be seen.”
Nate pivoted in place and allowed his backside to be inspected, his erection thickening further. He liked being looked at, liked having his prized possession appreciated, despite its resemblance to an ice surface. He worked damned hard to maintain game shape at all times. Of course, so did every other hockey player. They admired him, sure, but not for the way his body looked. His play on the ice was what drew the crowds.
“I never knew hockey butts were a thing until I met you. And those quads...amazing.” Ashton’s voice was light, playful, but dripping with authentic admiration.
The words weren’t scripted—Nate knew that—but they struck too close to the hollow places still starved for connection. Letting that warmth settle felt dangerous. Focusing on the physical was easier. Safer.
Rustling indicated that Ashton had moved and his closer proximity behind Nate was confirmed by warm hands on his waist. “Relax, Nate, let me make you feel good.” Soft kisses trailed from one shoulder to the other. Hands skimmed his side from ribs to waist; fingers feathered across his shoulders and down his back. “Are light restraints acceptable this evening?”
The thought of being generally immobile while Ashton did sexy things to him was a definite turn on. “Mmm. Yeah.”
“How about a blindfold?”
“Yeah.”
“Good. Now, on your knees, eyes closed, hands clasped behind your back while I finish getting things ready.”
Nate dropped into position and complied. Cool air wafted over him as Ashton removed the duvet. More rustling sounded, the clunk of a drawer or cabinet, the crinkle of foil. His blood thrummed in anticipation.
“Nate?”
