Page 22 of The Head Game

August’s mouth tightened but he slipped his clothes off and carefully added them to the neat pile on the back of a nearby chair. He picked his jacket up off the floor too, because of course he did.

Nico rolled his eyes at August’s muscular back. Uptight what?

Sliding a hand under the waistband of his briefs, Nico stroked his cock, jacking himself slowly as he watched August peel his underwear off.

Neurotic or not, damn. August had an ass.

And Nico was a connoisseur of hockey asses.

He licked his lips, wondering if August would untwist enough to let him eat his hole. Probably not but a guy could hope.

As August turned back to face the bed, one of his heavy brows rose. “You don’t waste any time.”

“And here I thought you wanted to get down to business.” Nico grinned and lifted his hips, shimmying off the briefs. He flung them toward August’s face.

He grimaced and batted them away. “Shut up, Arents.”

“Make me,” Nico taunted.

August stalked forward, kneeling on the bed, situating himself so he straddled Nico’s thighs.

He leaned down and kissed Nico roughly again, his mouth demanding.

Nico groaned happily as August settled over him full-length, his body hot and hard. They made out for a while, hands roaming, hips beginning to rock as they rubbed together.

Nico dug his hands into August’s back, mapping out his muscles, learning he liked a tight, firm grip and anything lighter made him flinch.

After Nico’s mouth felt a little swollen and he was breathing hard, he wrapped a leg around August’s, rolling him onto his back before August knew what was happening.

Clearly startled, August stared up at him, his chest quickly rising and falling.

The position gave Nico the upper hand and allowed him to enjoy the view. Nico lifted into a plank position and raked his gaze down August’s body, enjoying the way he flexed, his abs tightening into a nice six-pack.

Huh. Nico had never gotten naked with a referee before. He hadn’t expected them to look like this under the stripes. He might have tried this sooner if he’d known.

“Very nice,” he purred.

He slid down the bed between August’s thighs, then pressed a kiss to his solid abs, his muscles jumping a little under his touch like he was startled.

August didn’t have much body hair, just a nice little trimmed bush around his cock, which was only half-hard at the moment, but fattened up again as Nico gave him a few gentle, dry strokes.

He shouldered his way between August’s thighs until he bent his knees, feet flat on the bed.

With some room to work finally, Nico dropped his head, taking August in his mouth and teasing the crown of his dick with the tip of his tongue, coaxing it out of his foreskin. He was rewarded with a droplet of liquid he sucked into his mouth.

“You don’t taste half-bad,” Nico said with a pleased hum. “Funny, I thought it would be bitter.”

August grunted, lifting his head to glare down the length of his body. “Shut up and do what you claim you’re so good at, Arents.”

Nico grinned. “Happy to.”

He cradled August’s cock in one hand, then licked a wet stripe up one side. He did it over and over until August’s dick twitched in his palm and he inhaled sharply.

It made Nico smile.

Nico opened his mouth and took August in, giving him a few sloppy strokes until his dick was shiny from Nico’s spit and standing straight up.

Nico glanced up to see August staring intently, one arm behind his head, muscles popping. Fuck. He really was better looking than Nico had initially thought.

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