Kiss and Cry

“Mm.” Of course I knew there was more to life than skating—though it was difficult to imagine.

Theo leaned closer, dropping his voice. “If you want to get pissed off about how I’ve beaten you for the past two seasons, you should make me get on my hands and knees and fuck me so hard I’ll barely be able to stand tomorrow, let alone skate.”

I sucked in a breath, lust flaring. He shifted his hand to cup me as my cock swelled. “Driving,” I mumbled.

“Uh-huh.” He rubbed my shaft through my stretchy pants. “You’re such a good driver too. So responsible. I shouldn’t distract you.” He stopped stroking and rested his hand lightly on my hard cock. “I’ll stop talking about letting you punish me for all those gold medals I’ve taken from you. Those elephants are supposed to stay in the corner. I promise I’ll be good.”

I grunted, cursing as traffic slowed. We weren’t far from the condo now, but it seemed an eternity. Especially since Theo kept talking because that’s what he did.

“I really do try to be good, you know. But sometimes I can’t help being bad. Even if I beg you to stop, you have to teach me a lesson.”

I frowned. “If you tell me to stop, I will.”

He chuckled before kissing my cheek. “I know, baby. Don’t worry, I’ll never beg you to stop because I love it when you fuck my brains out. We should have a safe word, though. Let’s see.” He idly traced the shape of my shaft with his fingertip. “How about ‘Torino’?”

Memories of that rainy street, tiramisu, and falling asleep next to Theo for the first time unspooled. I nodded, affection threatening to choke me.

We managed to get into the condo without public indecency, although my erection had barely abated. I gave Esmeralda treats to tide her over until dinner and locked her in the bathroom, and when I turned back, Theo was already naked.

“Remember at NHK in Nagano last season when I beat you by, like, twenty points? My PCS were ridiculously high.”

“Twenty-two-point-five-three.” I stripped off my hoodie and shirt.

“It wasn’t even close! You skated so well, but the judging was crazy. I could have gone out there and mopped the ice, and I probably still would’ve won.” He dropped to his knees on the gray carpet, batting his eyelashes. “Can you forgive me?”

It was a silly game, and we shouldn’t have been bringing up judges and scoring inequities I’d seethed over at the time. If you’d told me then I’d make light of being beaten by him, I’d never have believed it. But Theo was so gorgeous at my feet. His smile so seductive.

I’d never have believed any of this.

I stripped off the rest of my clothes and spread my fingers through his hair. Sighing, he leaned into my touch like Esmeralda might. Then I tightened my grip. “Turn over.” As he eagerly flipped onto all fours, I grabbed a condom and lube.

“It’s okay. I want it hard. I’ve been bad.”

I knew he meant the lube, but I ignored him, slicking my fingers. I wouldn’t risk actually hurting him. It was a line I refused to cross. Still, I didn’t ease my fingers into him, instead pushing hard with no warning. Theo arched his back, crying out.

“Yes! Please.”

After only rudimentary preparation, I drove into him. He moaned and whined as I thrust in and out of the tight grip of his ass. With absolutely no shame, he begged to be used, and I reveled in giving him what he wanted. It felt wonderful to let go—to absolutely pound into him until we were sweaty and straining for release.

“I love your cock inside me,” he moaned. He’d dropped down to his elbows on the carpet, pushing back against my thrusts. “Never stop fucking me.”

Never.

I gasped for breath, my fingers tight in his hair. His shamelessness aroused me in ways I’d never imagined. I thought about what it would be like to have him inside me, and it was thrilling and frightening all at once.

I wasn’t ready, but it didn’t seem to matter since Theo was eager to give up control—though he was still demanding and in charge in many ways. I’d never imagined sex could be like this. Not after—

My motion stuttered, and I cursed myself for thinking of it for even a moment while I was with Theo. Squeezing my eyes shut, I clutched his hips, trying to find my rhythm again.

“Henry?”

I opened my eyes to find Theo craning his neck, looking back at me. I nodded. “Sorry.”

Concern creased his face. “Do you want to stop?”

“No!” I was buried inside him, and my balls ached. It felt remarkable—not only the tight heat of his body, but the trust that had grown between us. I pulled back and slammed in, making him yelp and laugh delightedly.