Face Offs & Cheap Shots (CU Hockey 2)

Beck’s eyes widen a second before he flops back on my bed. Thank fuck for research. When I was questioning my feelings for Grant last year, I might have fallen down a rabbit hole of researching gay sex, hoping it would give me an answer and to see if I’d even be into it. I didn’t get what I was looking for, but I’m grateful for it now.

It would be a total lie to say I’m not proud of myself, because holy hell I rocked Beck’s world. That shit gives me some serious bragging rights. And while it might not have lasted long, I think my experiment has well and truly been conducted. I like dick in my mouth. And my hand. And, well, in general.

I lick one of Beck’s balls and am rewarded with his rough, lust-drenched laugh. He twitches away from me and crawls backward over my bed until he rests on the pillows.

This is … different. I eye him warily as I stand, but instead of him picking up on the time to get dressed vibes I’m giving off, he tucks his hands behind his head.

“What are you looking so smug for?” I ask.

“Is that a question? You drained my balls.”

“Yeah, I thought the aim of the game was to last the longest, not set a record for quickest release.”

“You totally cheated.”

“Cheated?”

“Yeah, you never told me there was a magic button up there.”

He’s ridiculous.

“Your prostate, you mean? Please tell me this isn’t a new concept to you.”

Beck shakes his head. “I know what a prostate is. I just never realized it was a … a cum trigger.”

“A trigger?”

“You touched that thing and I exploded. Total cheat move.”

He’s such a dramatic idiot. “It feels as good when you’re jerking off too.”

“Where the hell did you learn that?”

“Porn.” I step closer and look down at him making himself comfortable in my bed. “I know it’s hard for you to admit this, but I won.”

“Nope. We bet on blowjobs. Obviously, you’re going to win when you bring extra ammunition.”

Despite Beck’s protests, he doesn’t look disappointed.

“What were you saying earlier?” I’m enjoying this way too much. “Jacobs, you’re the best I’ve ever had.”

“Pretty sure that wasn’t it.”

I shrug and sit on the side of my bed. “Actions speak louder than words. What was that, one minute? Less?”

“Do over.”

I peek back at him. “What?”

Beck grabs my arm and pulls me against him. I go reluctantly, not sure of exactly what’s happening when I fall back against my pillows and Beck rolls onto his side to see me better. He’s got one arm tucked under his head which draws my gaze to his impressive bicep. “It’s clear we’re not done with each other.”

“I’m gonna stop you there. I get that you’re hooked on my mad skills, but I might need to share this newfound gift around. Wouldn’t want to keep it from the world.”

“Fuck that,” Beck says. “We need practice before we unleash these talents.”

I force back my smile. “Maybe you do. I’d give it a five outta ten.”

“Five?” He blinks at me. “Five?”

Somehow I hold back my laughter. “Eh.”

“Eh?” He slings an arm around my waist and drags me closer. “Now you’re being an asshole.”

“I guess you’ll have to practice some more.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Hell, next time you might even hit a big ol’ six.”

Beck laughs and settles down, chin propped on my pec. His skin is warm against mine. It gives me the perfect view over his shoulder to his sexy, round ass and the grooves that run down the sides of his cheeks.

“You really like my butt, huh?”

I reach down and grab a handful, squeezing it as tight as I can. “It’s fine, I guess.”

Beck nudges me, and I nudge him back. We wrestle on my tiny bed for a minute before I slam him back against the mattress and press my weight against him. Beck’s laughter dies, and a smile splits my face.

I quickly swallow it down.

With Beck under me, his blue eyes bright and a look of … that can’t be awe or, shit, affection. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

“Wait.” I blink and sit back. “What’s happening here?”

Beck watches me. “Feeling allergic?”

“No …” I pause, not sure why I suddenly feel so unsettled. All the dick wasn’t enough to do it, but for some reason joking around and hanging out is? I’m so confused.

“Let me guess …” His voice is dryer than I’ve ever heard it. “I got off, so now I should get out.”

“It’s not—”

“Whatever, I get it.” But he doesn’t make a move to leave. He lies back and tucks his hands behind his head again. “We’re teammates fucking around. Having our big, gay college experience together.”

“Well … yeah.” I mean, that is all this is. Right?

“Good. We both know what’s up, you can quit your freak-out now.”