Page 138 of Time to Shine

It got even better when Casey took both their cocks in his hand and stroked them together. He set a quick pace that hurled Landon to the edge in no time.

“I want to spend hours touching you,” Casey said, close to Landon’s ear. “Want to take my time later. But right now I need to come.”

“Yeah,” Landon said, the familiar pulse already starting behind his balls. “Fuck. Come on.”

He heard Casey groan as the first splash of Landon’s release hit his chest, then Casey was coming too, painting Landon’s abs while Landon watched.

For a long moment after, they both panted under the running water, foreheads pressed together. In the afterglow, some of Landon’s usual worries about the impossibility of this relationship working tried to speak up in his head. He silenced them. He’d much rather listen to Casey’s happy sighs and murmured “I love yous.”

Eventually, they used the shower for its intended purpose, then went to Landon’s bedroom. Casey sat now on Landon’s bed, wearing sweatpants and one of Landon’s Saskatoon Bandits hoodies, with his back against the cheap headboard and knees tucked under his chin. Landon lay beside him, stretched out on his side with his head propped up on an elbow.

“So you just, what, switched your ticket to Saskatoon in the Toronto airport?”

“Yep.”

“Was that hard?”

“Not really. Probably being a hockey star didn’t hurt. The woman I was talking to seemed excited to be helping me.”

Landon huffed. “You probably didn’t flirt with her at all.”

“A little. Maybe. But I flirt with everyone.”

Landon slid his hand into the pocket of Casey’s hoodie, then began absently rubbing his belly through the fabric. “You’re good at it. You make people feel like they’re...important. Interesting. I don’t know. It feels nice.”

“Y’know, you were the first person I tried not to flirt with, because I liked you too much.”

“That doesn’t make sense.”

Casey rested a hand on the pocket, on top of Landon’s hand. “I’m just saying. You’ve always been...more.”

Landon processed this. “But you did flirt with me.”

Casey smiled. “Yeah. I said I tried not to. I’m not made of stone, Stacks.”

Landon removed his hand from the pocket and held Casey’s hand directly instead. “I don’t know what I did to be more, but... I’m glad.”

“You didn’t have to do anything. You just had to walk into my life and, like, exist.” He squeezed Landon’s hand. “Next thing I know, I’m waiting six hours in the Toronto airport for a flight to Saskatoon.”

“Six hours?”

Casey shrugged. “Would have waited longer if I’d needed to. Would have rented a car and drove if it came to it.”

“I think you’re underestimating that drive time.”

“Definitely. I barely know where I am right now.”

Landon lifted himself until his lips were close to Casey’s. “You’re with me.”

Casey smiled and leaned in. “Yeah I am.”

They spent an entire, magical day together. They never left the apartment, and barely left the bed. It wasn’t all sex; Landon was still exhausted from the road trip, and Casey had admitted he’d been sleeping terribly all month, so they napped too. When they woke from their second nap, the sky was getting dark. Landon ordered pizza and made out on the couch with Casey until it arrived.

They talked, but not about anything heavy. Landon was content to pretend, for that one perfect day, that they wouldn’t be separating tomorrow morning. That soon he’d be alone again.

It wasn’t until late in the evening, when they were sitting on the couch with a couple of beers that Landon had dug out of the back of his fridge, ostensibly watching an Edmonton vs. Chicago game that Landon wasn’t paying any attention to, that Casey broached the subject.

“So we probably won’t see each other for a while.”

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