Page 137 of Time to Shine

“Jesus, Stacks,” Casey said when Landon pulled his shirt off in the bathroom. He placed a hand on a large bruise on Landon’s right pec. “They firing cannons at you in the AHL?”

“That wasn’t a puck,” Landon said. “I got slammed into after I covered the puck last night. Fucking hurt.”

“I’ll bet.” Casey brushed a kiss over the purple skin. “The bus ride after probably wasn’t comfortable, then.”

“Never is.”

“You need to come back to the big leagues.”

“Okay. Who should I ask to trade places: Gilbert or Antton?”

Casey pretended to think about it. “Is there golf in Saskatoon?”

“Not much in February.”

“Maybe not Antton, then.”

Landon huffed and stripped off his sweatpants. He’d been dressed for comfort on the bus.

“Oh wow,” Casey said. He gripped the edge of the ceramic countertop behind him, as if he suddenly needed support.

“What?”

“Nothing.” He shook his head. “I guess I forgot about your giant fucking cock.”

Landon was in too good a mood to be embarrassed. “First of all, it’s not giant. And second of all...” He leaned down, brushed his lips against Casey’s ear, and in a low rumble said, “No you didn’t.”

“Oh fuck,” Casey said shakily. “I wasn’t expecting that. Say something else in that voice.”

Landon’s lips curved up. He kissed the hinge of Casey’s jaw again, now that he knew how sensitive he was there, then said, “Take your clothes off.” He waited several heartbeats, psyching himself up, then added, “And show me how much you missed me.”

Something crashed to the floor, and Landon pulled away to see that it was his toothpaste.

“Sorry,” Casey said, removing his hands from the vicinity of Landon’s other toiletries. “That was, um.” He blew out a breath, then pulled his T-shirt off. “Yeah, let’s get in that shower.”

“Mm.” Landon reached out and turned the shower on, but then crowded Casey against the sink and kissed him until Landon’s cock was a solid rod caught between their stomachs. Landon couldn’t remember ever feeling this turned on in his life. The combination of the surrealness of Casey being here mixed with excitement and relief and blue-green eyes and dimples to create a heady aphrodisiac.

“Say it again,” Landon breathed against Casey’s swollen lips.

“I love you,” Casey said automatically. “I missed you. I want to be with you.”

“I love you too,” Landon said with his whole heart. “I’m with you.” He rocked against him, letting his erection glide along the ridges of Casey’s abs. “I want you.”

Casey let out a choked laugh. “I can tell.” He tipped his head back, and Landon kissed his neck, his throat, his chin. One hand held a fistful of Casey’s silky hair, and the other gripped his hip. “Landon,” Casey rasped. “I haven’t been with anyone since you left.”

Landon stilled. “You haven’t?” He would never have expected that, knew he had no right to want it, but knowing Casey had believed enough in them to wait was huge.

Casey dropped his chin and looked Landon in the eye, expression serious. “No one. I want you to know that.” His smile returned. “For two reasons, really: one, I want you to know how serious I am about you, and two: so you aren’t surprised when I shoot off, like, the moment you touch my dick.”

Landon smiled back at him. “That bad, huh?”

“You have no idea. I mean, I’ve been jerking off a lot. Like, a lot a lot, but it isn’t the same, y’know?”

“It isn’t,” Landon agreed. “And I always thought about you. I tried not to, but...”

Casey’s smile grew. “I definitely want to hear more about that later, but if I think too much about you stroking yourself to thoughts of me, I really will bust in my jeans right here.” Landon...kind of wanted to see that. And he could tell Casey knew it because Casey laughed and shoved him toward the shower. “This’ll be better. I promise.”

When they were both in the shower, naked and kissing and pressed against each other while hot water streamed down Landon’s aching body, Landon could see how it was better.

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