Goal Lines & First Times (CU Hockey 3)

He takes my hand, and I realize there’s a very good reason why we haven’t been able to keep this quiet. We can’t keep our hands off each other. “I think we have to tell your brother.”

“Foster mentioned on New Year’s that he was thinking of coming to visit during All-Stars seeing as he’s not playing. That’s next week.”

Richie looks half-determined, half-terrified. “Huh. That’s soon.”

It is. Because out of everyone, Foster’s probably the person I want to tell the least. After all the shit I gave him over not coming out to our parents, I’m being sort of hypocritical here.

“It is soon, but it’s the only chance we really have to do it in person. That’s if we wanted to tell him together. I could drive to Montreal—”

“We’ll tell him together,” Richie says and then looks contemplative. “So, I have a week left to live, then.”

“So dramatic.” And yet he’s not walking away.

“Want to know what I’d love to do before I die?”

I humor him. “What?”

“It involves us, a bed, and a whole lot of lube.”

I guess we’re going to find out the answer to Tyson’s question.

22

Cohen

The words have barely left my mouth when Seth grabs my hand and marches toward his car.

I let out a laugh. “You like that idea?”

“I love that idea.”

“Meet you at your place? I need to go get my car so I can get to classes tomorrow, and I also need to stop by a drugstore.”

Seth grins at me. “No, you don’t. Just call me a Boy Scout, and I can drop you off tomorrow.”

“It’s out of your way though.”

He stops and presses himself against me. “I don’t care.” When Seth seals his mouth over mine, I don’t care either.

I also don’t care that he’s kissing me here in the middle of the sidewalk for anyone to see. We probably should be careful, but there’s only a week before we’ll talk to his brother.

One more week and we won’t have to be careful about what we say to who because clearly we suck at this being discreet thing.

I try to add tongue and lick my way into his mouth, but Seth pulls back.

“Save that for my place. Let’s go.”

The ten-minute drive feels like an hour, and I have to adjust myself numerous times. Sex with Seth in general gets me hard. So this? Taking this next step? I’m barely holding on.

Seth smiles as he pulls into a parking space near his building. “You’re looking a bit uncomfortable over there.”

“My dick hurts.”

Seth laughs. “You should see someone about that.”

“It just needs some attention.”

“It is totally shocking that your cock is an attention whore.”

“It wants love.”

Seth reaches over and rubs the bulge in my pants. “I’ll make sure to find it a good home.”

I frown. “Are we still talking about sex?”

“Fuck, you’re adorable. Yes. Sex. Now. Upstairs.”

We get out of the car, and I try to be cool about it, but we’re both eager to get through the doors.

As soon as we get to his apartment and the door shuts behind us, Seth turns and attacks my mouth. He holds my face to his while he pushes his tongue past my lips.

I run my hands down his back and grip his ass to pull him flush against me so I can feel all of him.

Seth steps back, and we get rid of our coats and shirts as fast as we can and then go back to kissing and groping. I’m addicted to the feel of his skin against mine. We stumble our way upstairs to his loft bed where he pushes me down onto the mattress.

“Mm, I think I like this aggressive side of you.”

Lust burns in his eyes as he stares down at me. He trails his hand down his long and lean torso, from his chest to the waistband of his pants.

My mouth waters as he undoes his belt buckle and pops the button on his jeans.

“Get naked,” Seth says, and, yes, I’m definitely liking this side of him.

We both get rid of the rest of our clothes, and I watch as Seth moves toward his bedside drawer to pull out lube and condoms.

I’ve never really thought of the masculine form as hot before, but Seth’s not exactly shaped like the guys I’ve been in locker rooms with. Or even Logan.

He has broad shoulders like a swimmer, but as my gaze trails down, his waist pulls in a tiny bit, giving his hips a nice curve leading to a delectable ass. While wearing clothes, he looks like he’s straight up and down, but naked, he has an ass I want to sink myself into.

And then I realize we haven’t really talked about that.

“So, how is this going to work exactly?” I ask.

I refrain from touching myself even though my dick is begging for it. Patience, little Cohen.