20. Blaise

MxM

Blaise

     

     I walk out of the airport, and all I want is to call an Uber and head off early, but I'd never let my team down like that. It'd be just my luck that a huge emergency would happen the second I stepped out the door. As it is, we get a callout with half an hour to go, and I'm back later, grumpy that it's eating into my time with Aleks.

I've missed this city. I inhale deeply and smile as I take in the fresh air. 

I also hate that I'm back. because I work here. I only miss it because the man I love.... is here too.

Hmm, love. That's the first time I've admitted that.

Atleast to myself.

Objectively, I get that my work is more important than my personal life, but watch me pout about it anyway.

      

"Please say you'll drive me to Aleks's," I beg my friend, Jason as we jump out of the truck and start to strip down.

      

"You don't want to shower first?"

      

I know I should because it's been a busy day and I stink, but I'm desperate to get moving. 

After all that sweetness, I need him within arm's reach. I need to hear him say it again. It was basically drive-by I-love-yous, and all I want for the rest of the night is to hear those sweet words in my ear while his cock splits me open.

      

"Put it this way," Jason says. "You're not getting in my car smelling like smoke and sweat. Your choice."

      

I all but race him to the showers. I make it fast, then sit there pelting him with chunks of soap until he finally shuts his water off.

      

"Anyone ever told you how annoying you are?"

      

"You're holding me up from my boyfriend's diiick," I whine.

      

Jason doesn't look swayed. "You really expect me to feel bad for holding you up from your regular sex? Some of us aren't getting it at all."

      

"You could easily hook up if you wanted to."

      

"Shut up and get in the car."

      

But once we get to the parking lot, it turns out I didn't need Jason after all. Aleks is sitting in his shiny, fancy car, and I barely spare Sanden a goodbye before jogging over to it. I'm in the passenger side before Aleks has even spotted me, and my mouth cuts off his surprised hello.

      

"Someone's happy to see me," he says when I finally let him up for air.

      

"Someone told me he'd give up sports for me, and have my babies, and love me. Then left me for hours. Someone needs to get driving." I snake my hand between his legs to grip his cock. It's not hard, but it's trying. "Because in the next half an hour, this thing is going to be inside me, I don't care where we are."

      

Aleks's eyes fly wide, giving me a perfect view of his blown-out pupils. "Put your goddamn seat belt on."

      

I laugh and do as I'm told. "Just so you know, even if I went through your windshield, that time limit still stands."

      

My gorgeous boyfriend curses and peels out of the parking lot. It's not far to his place, but every minute that passes is torture. My cock has been half-mast since I climbed into the car, the smell of his bodywash igniting my senses. Everything about Aleks gets me going though: his voice, his smell, his tattoos, the vulnerability in his eyes. Talking to him, joking with him, touching him, fucking him-I've never met someone I'm so wholly obsessed with. Now he's given me the go-ahead, now he's all in, I'm not going to hold back. I offered him an out, he didn't take it, so now I'll fight tooth and nail to keep him.

      

My hand finds his thigh, and Aleks throws the most breathtaking smile my way.

      

Oh, yeah, he's mine now.

      

We make it back in record time, even though the red lights and traffic made it impossible to speed, and once Aleks gets the door unlocked, I take his hand and lead him inside. I might want to go at it like rabbits, but that's not what tonight is. Tonight is for healing the pain of almost losing him and for taking my time to enjoy the body I hope will be mine for years to come.

      

The body I want to know every detail of.

      

The body I want to keep. Forever.

      

He follows me up the stairs and into the hall, where I finally pull him against me. Our lips meet softly, lazily, his arms wrapping around me and holding me like ... like I'm special.

      

Like he knows me and accepts me and still loves me.

      

Outside of my chaotic friends, I've never had that. Total love and acceptance. And I've never had it from someone where that feeling was all for me. I don't have to share it or to live up to it or to earn it. I will, because that's what he deserves, but he's giving himself to me freely.

      

I unzip his athletic jacket, then push it off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Aleks's cold fingers sneak under my shirt, making me hiss. He chuckles into my mouth before pulling back for a second so he can push my shirt up over my head.

      

Somehow we make it down the hall, kissing and touching and losing items of clothing on the way until we're both completely naked. Aleks steers me backward into his bedroom, hard cock skimming against mine with every step. Normally I like to ride him, to watch his face and figure out how I'm driving him wild, but from the gentle way he's guiding me, I get the impression he wants to be in control tonight.

When he presses me back into the bed, I go easily, chasing his mouth and holding him as close as I can manage. His body blankets mine, slotted perfectly in the space between my legs, our dicks finally trapped together, delicious pleasure building inside me.

      

Our kiss deepens, Aleks rutting on top of me as his hands map their way across my abs, and this time, there's nothing sweet about it. It's hot and deep, all tongue and teeth. He feels around beside us before grasping the lube. It lights me up to think of him tossing it there ready before he left to pick me up.

      

The click of the lid is loud and promising.

      

"Spread your legs," he demands before his mouth finds my neck.

      

I groan, head falling back and legs falling open. Whatever he asks, I'll do it. And I know he wasn't sure about asking me to exclusively bottom while the season is on, but he underestimates how much I love having him inside me.

      

Aleks's lubed fingers slide along my crease, teasing me with light brushes over my hole.

      

"Don't be a dick," I complain.

      

He sucks a spot into my neck as he presses one finger inside. The dual assault heightens everything, and my poor cock is making a valiant effort to stop from going off.

      

My knees pull closer toward me, giving him better access, and Aleks takes the hint. A second finger joins the first, and he immediately starts to fuck me with both. He stretches me open with every stroke, nudging my prostate and drawing my pleasure out until my nails are digging into his shoulders and my balls are pulling tight.

      

"Urg, stop," I gasp. "Fuck, I'm gonna shoot if you keep that up."

      

His fingers immediately disappear. "No coming until you're full of me."

      

"Look at that-we're already on the same life path."

      

Aleks smirks, pouring lube into his hand before slicking himself up. "You ready for me?"

      

"Always."

      

Aleks settles back between my legs, his weight on one arm while he holds his cock against my entrance. Right before he pushes inside, his eyes flick up to mine, and our gazes lock, a beat of something heavy and inevitable passing between us.

      

Then his cock breaches me, and holy fuck, the stretch.

      

I bear down, letting him in, loving the way he splits me open. His cock is goddamn perfectly sized to give me that initial burn that I crave before quickly melting away to mind-numbing pleasure.

      

When Aleks's hips press against my ass, his forehead rests against mine.

      

"B-Blaise ..." His voice shakes. "This is terrifying."

      

"Having sex with me? Not doing great things for my ego."

      

He laughs and pinches my side, dick moving deliciously in my ass. "You idiot. I just ... I really meant it. You're everything to me. What ... what if I lose you?"

      

"Then I also lose you. And that's not something I'm going to let happen."

      

"But you might get sick of me not being any good at relationships."

      

"I know who you are." I cup his face. "I know what I'm in for. I'm a very patient guy, you know?"

      

"I know, but-"

      

"Are you a hockey player, or are you a hockey player?"

      

He frowns at me, clearly confused.

      

"I thought you guys played to win?" My lips brush his. "So play to win, Aleks."

      

He all but tackles me as his mouth seals over mine, tongue pushing into my mouth as he starts to thrust. Every move is consuming; every touch sets me alight. I don't fight him, just let him set the pace, let him follow his need and turn me inside out as he does.

      

I'll never get over this. Never get sick of him. He can have doubts all he likes; I'll make it my mission to break every one of them down. I wasn't talking shit when I said I know what I'm getting into. He's vulnerable. Wary. Scarred from the divorce of a relationship that was supposed to be forever.

      

And after all that, I imagine forever would be hard to promise someone again.

      

So I'll promise it for us both.

      

His thrusts pick up, get harder and faster until he's pounding me into the mattress and panting in my ear. Tremors are racing down my legs to my toes, making them curl over into the sheets, and each thrust is sending me higher.

      

"I'm not gonna last."

      

"So close," he gasps. "Gonna fill you with my cum. Mark you. Make you mine."

      

His.

The word fries my brain, and the thought of being marked, claimed, wanted so badly has me scrambling for my cock. I jerk off hard and fast, my cock leaking, begging for more.

      

"Show me how much you love my cock," Aleks says, and that's all it takes. Hearing him take over with the dirty talk does some very filthy things to my brain-and my dick. My balls tighten, and the pressure finally releases.

      

Pleasure sweeps over me as I shoot spurt after spurt of cum onto my abs, the lust sending waves out to my limbs. As my muscles start to relax, I can tell Aleks is getting close. His grunts are erratic, his grip on me tight, each pump of his hips fast and shallow.

      

"Hrgh, Blaise..."

      

"Do it. Come in me."

      

He cries out, whole body locking up, and I sink into the feel of him pulsing inside me. The feeling is one of my favorite things on earth.

      

Aleks lets out a long breath and collapses on top of me. "That was some good I-love-you sex."

      

I slap his bare ass cheek. "Now, how about I make us some good I-love-you dinner?"

      

"Fuck, you're perfect." He pushes up so he can see me properly.

      

The compliment bubbles in my postorgasm love haze. "Speak for yourself, little hockey player." I lean in and whisper, "Ding"

      

His soft laugh brushes my lips. "How didn't you run that night?" he asks, reffering to the night he helped me escape from that polic chase. They were chasing me because I and a group of old friends back then decided to ruin a wall by graffiting. I somehow agreed, because I decided it would be good to make my name, and be known.

      

"I did." Our eyes clash. "Right to you, baby."