Page 127 of Time to Shine

“Yes. Fuck.”

Casey helped him out of his clothes, then removed his own shirt. He kept his sweatpants on for now, even though they were already tented. Landon’s cock bobbed in front of his face, huge and heavy and so fucking hard.

“Fucking gorgeous,” Casey murmured before he wrapped his lips around the wide head.

“Oh fuck,” Landon whimpered. “Oh fuck. Oh god.”

Casey wanted to smile. He tried to remember the first time he’d gotten blown, how overwhelming it must have been. He was going to make sure Landon never forgot this first time.

He attacked on all fronts, flicking his tongue and sucking hard, stroking the inches he couldn’t reach with his mouth while he rolled Landon’s balls in his other hand.

Landon kept stroking his hair, which Casey was extremely into. He rubbed against Landon’s palm like a cat while he sucked him. It was heaven.

“Casey,” Landon said. Even just the one word sounded wrecked. “Close. Really close.”

Casey knew it. He pulled off for a moment but kept stroking. “How do you want to finish, big guy?”

Landon gazed down at him with glazed eyes. “Like this. Jerk me. I’m so close.”

“Yeah? You wanna make a mess of me again?” Landon groaned as his cock jumped in Casey’s hand. That was a good enough answer for Casey. “Come on, then. Fucking give it to me.”

“Oh fuck. Fuck!” Landon shot hard, blasting Casey’s chest and neck and chin. Casey smiled up at him, pleased with himself for a job well done. Landon was breathtaking when breaking apart like this, his chest flushed, abs clenched, lips slack. He gazed at Casey like he couldn’t believe he was real. Like he hadn’t known he could feel this good.

It was exciting, knowing Casey could make Landon feel that way. And then watching the tension leave his body, muscles relaxing, eyes soft and sleepy, lips shifting into a sloppy grin. He was beautiful, and so hot that Casey couldn’t stop himself from sliding his hand into his own pants to stroke himself. It shouldn’t take long...

“No,” Landon said, chest still heaving. “Let me.” He got on the floor in front of Casey, then tipped him onto his back. Then he was on him, pulling his waistband down and taking Casey’s cock into his mouth.

Within seconds, Casey was reduced to mindless babbling. “Shit, Landon. God, that’s—yeah. Just like that. You’re so fucking sexy. Love how hard you came. Love the sounds you make when you’re wrecked like that. Fuck, yeah—tug my balls. Love that. Love it so much. Love—” He bit his lip hard to interrupt himself. Landon grabbed his hand and held it tight as he kept sucking him. “I’m right there. Landon. Fuck. I’m gonna come.” He had the thought that he wanted to shoot on Landon’s chest, but it was too late. The first burst of his release went down Landon’s throat, and then more and more until there was nothing left of him. Just a lovesick blob sprawled out on his living room floor.

Landon pulled off and flopped beside him, and for a minute or so they lay there side by side, panting at the ceiling.

“I can see why that’s popular,” Landon said.

Casey cracked up.

Chapter Thirty-Eight

It happened at the end of their second practice back.

“Stackhouse,” Coach Patrick said, gesturing for Landon to come talk to him near the bench.

Landon went. His stomach was one giant knot, but he tried to appear calm. He knew what was coming.

“Morin has been cleared to play tomorrow night,” Coach said. He delivered the news in a straightforward manner, but with a bit of sympathy too.

“Right,” Landon said. “Okay.”

“You were great. Really, I was impressed. We were all impressed, and you should be proud. And from what I hear, Saskatoon is excited to get you back.”

Landon nodded. His gaze landed on Casey, who was messing around with West at one end of the ice.

“Bill’s expecting you in his office. He’ll let you know about your flight and all that,” Coach continued. He put a hand on Landon’s shoulder. “Good luck with the rest of the season, Landon. And keep working hard. You’ve got what it takes, you just need your shot. It’ll come.”

“Thank you,” Landon said. He felt hollow, all the old crevices splitting open inside him. And Casey wouldn’t be there to fill them with sunshine. Not anymore.

He met with the GM, as instructed, and got his marching orders. He’d be on a plane to Saskatoon at seven o’clock that evening, and was expected at practice for his new (old) team tomorrow morning. He wouldn’t even get a final night with Casey.

Casey found him in the hall outside Bill’s office. He looked as miserable as Landon felt. “When?”

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