Page 44 of Shiver
He managed two assists and a goal by the end of the second period. Each time, he’d look at me. As if he were waiting for my praise. Making sure I saw what he’d done.
“Don’t worry,” I murmur under my breath, “I’ll make sure you know how fucking awesome you are later.” No one hears me as I continue to stare at Egon.
Somehow, he gets better as the game goes on. While he doesn’t manage much more than blocking shots in the third period, he’s still a force on the ice. And when he’s off-ice in the box, our gazes continuously swing together. His smile is so wide, and it barely drops at all.
When the game ends, I watch as he leaves for the chute, though he looks back at me over his shoulder. Part of me wants to go to the players’ door and wait for him. I’ve nearly talked myself into it, but force myself to be realistic.
We’re friends. That’s it. I don’t need to go there like a girlfriend, puck bunny, or family member. I can wait at home. On my way, I do something useful. I order food because I know Egon will be starving by the time he gets here. He always is.
I change out of my layers and into sleep pants and a shirt before pacing my apartment. Minutes tick by and I swear they’re dragging impossibly.
The first knock on my door is the food, which has me slightly disappointed. I’m in the middle of scolding myself for beingexcitedto see him when he finally arrives. His rapping is familiar, and I feel myself settling.
Egon is still in his suit, having not taken the time to stop by his dorm to change and drop his hockey bag. He’s still beaming at me, a smile so wide that I don’t think he can make it fall, no matter how hard he tries. I can feel mine too; wider than I ever let myself smile.
I pull him in, grabbing the lapel of his suit jacket and yank him forward. Egon’s laughter becomes muffled when his face buries in my neck. He drops his bag as I shove the door shut, his arms wrapping around me.
Despite being bigger than me, Egon somehow folds in on himself so that I can wrap him in my arms. Like he needs to be cuddled. He needs to be the softer one.
“You came,” he said. The vulnerability in his voice makes me hold him tighter. I don’t need to ask to guess that somewhere along the lines, he’s been disappointed with a broken promise.
I can’t do that to him.
“Of course,” I say. I reach around and pull his jacket off him, pushing it down his shoulders and tossing it to the chair when his arms are free. Then I pull him closer. “I told you I would.”
Egon nods.
When he takes a step back, he watches me. Waiting. A big smile on his face. “I scored.”
There’s no stopping the smile I give him in return. “You were amazing, Egon. So fast and skilled. I’m so fucking impressed.”
His eyes turn glassy and he sways. I don’t miss the way he shivers, as a slight shudder runs over his skin.
Licking my lips, I tell him, “I loved seeing you stop the puck and shove it away. The way 19 slammed into you, thinking they’d knock you down, but he bounced right off. You’re incredible.”
His breath releases as a quiet whimper sounds in the back of his throat, his focus still far off. I’m ready to reach for him again when he’s suddenly there. In my arms, his lips pressed to mine.
I still; feeling the way I’m fighting with my desires. Needing to take him and give him everything. But alsoneedingto make sure this situation doesn’t get out of my control. My need for him is too great. Too consuming.
Egon takes a breath, freezes, and then pulls away an inch. Less. His eyes are wide as he stares at me. Is he waiting for my reaction? Since I’m standing here like a dead fish, probably. So I rest my hands on his hips and that’s all he needs. His hot mouth finds mine again.
There’s no tongue. Just our lips as they move together. His hands go to my neck, sliding up the sides of my face and into my hair as he presses his body against mine. I let him, let his hips rock and press on my hard dick.
When his tongue presses to the crease in my lips, I let him in. He’s tentative, but after I allow him a moment to explore, I take over. Claiming his mouth, making sure he knows it's mine. That I’m in control of him. I bite his tongue, his lip, suck his breath out and make him moan.
One of his hands remains where it is in my hair, incessantly trying to pull me closer so I can devour him further. But the other moves down my chest until he’s pulling on my shirt. While I let him call the shots, not wanting to push where he’s going with this, once he makes a decision, I execute it.
I pull my lips from his long enough to bring my shirt over my head. Egon’s eyes stare at my chest, his mouth open as he drinks in the ink there. Even when I marked him with my cum, he hasn’t seen me without clothes. It’s not for any other reason than it just hasn’t happened yet.
“You—” He continues to stare with wide eyes as I unbutton his shirt, pulling it out of his pants as I do. He’s not wearing a tie, which is almost unfortunate. There’s a lot of fun we could have with a tie. Egon swallows as he brings a hand up to my chest. “Why are you so hot?” he finally asks.
Laughter makes me pause as I look at him, the sound bringing his gray eyes to mine.
“Coach said you’re brilliant. How can you be brilliant, covered in sexy ink, and with hot fucking muscles too?” he asks.
Pushing his shirt over his shoulders, I pause to let his hands run over me. One of them traces the rings of Saturn that’s etched over my left pectoral.
“I’ve been obsessed with space since I was a kid,” I tell him, undoing his belt and unbuttoning his pants before I pull out his white tee shirt from where it’s tucked. “Since I was caught between astrophysics and chemistry, chemistry having won out, I decided to have the universe cover my skin, so I remember my first love every time I look in the mirror.”
