He cleaned himself off and examined himself in the mirror. His hair looked like he’d just pulled his goalie mask off, damp and unruly. His eyes were glassy and his skin was flushed and glistening with sweat. He looked, as some of his teammates might say, well-fucked.
And Kyle was in his bed right now, stroking himself and possibly thinking about Eric and the way he’d made him lose control. Eric was surprised he wasn’t ashamed of how unrestrained he’d been.
He wasn’t ashamed of anything they had done, he was only concerned about how much he wanted to domore. He wanted Kyle to show him everything he knew, and Eric wanted to give him whatever he had to give in return. That part was scary enough, but it was Eric’s longing for intimacies with Kyle beyond sex that had him truly terrified. He wanted to spend time together even if they were doing nothing at all. He wanted to learn everything about him, and open himself up to him, and Eric needed to put a stop to that line of thinking before he did something stupid.
When Eric returned to the bedroom, Kyle was resting against a stack of pillows, one arm draped over his head and the other hand slowly working his cock. He was exquisite, as rare and beautiful as any piece of art in Eric’s collection. His long, toned legs were stretched out in front of him, loose and relaxed. His cock, with its delightful curve, was still hard and was now glistening with lube.
“What do you want?” Eric asked. The sight of Kyle languidly pleasuring himself had sparked some energy back into Eric’s exhausted body. Even his cock was making an effort to rise again.
“Come here,” Kyle said. He patted the mattress next to him, and Eric went immediately. He sat up with his back against the headboard because he was worried that if he lay all the way down he might fall asleep, as drained as he was. Kyle surprised him by wedging himself between Eric’s thighs, then reclined backward against Eric’s chest.
Eric wrapped an arm around him, pulling him tight against him, loving the feeling of having him so close. Loving how perfectly Kyle fit against him.
“Am I hurting you?” Kyle asked.
“Hm?” The last thing Kyle was doing right now was hurting him.
“The bruise, I mean. Bruises, rather.”
It was adorable how concerned Kyle was about Eric’s bruises. They’d been something Eric had carried on his skin for so long, he couldn’t remember how it felt to be without them. He supposed he would find out, soon enough. After he retired. “It’s fine. I’m used to them.” He kissed Kyle’s temple. “I like this.”
Kyle turned his head and kissed Eric’s bicep. “Yeah?”
“Mm.” Eric dragged his free hand over Kyle’s stomach, then wrapped his fingers around his cock, replacing Kyle’s own hand. He stroked him slowly, trying to match the pace Kyle had been keeping.
“Yeah. Just like that,” Kyle said dreamily. “Love being held like this while you work my cock.”
Eric huffed shakily. “You don’t keep much to yourself, do you?”
“Why would I? I think you like my dirty talk.”
“I do,” Eric admitted. There was no point in lying about it; his cock was hard again and poking Kyle in the back. He liked so much about this man, but he knew he needed to keep most of it to himself.
He watched the glistening head of Kyle’s cock peek in and out of the tunnel of his hand as he stroked him faster. It was only Eric’s second night being with a man, but he felt confident in what he was doing. The angle was familiar, like he was jerking himself off, but the lovely moans and sighs Kyle was making as he squirmed in Eric’s arms were new and exciting.
“Good?” Eric asked, his lips brushing Kyle’s ear.
“So fucking good,” Kyle drawled. He shifted so he was rubbing his ass against Eric’s dick, which felt incredible. Eric had been thinking a lot lately about what it might be like to fuck a man. More honestly, he’d been thinking about what it would be like to fuckthisman. Even as spent as he was right now, he wanted to bury himself deep inside Kyle. But that was probably a lesson for another day.
The thought made him groan, and he muffled it against Kyle’s shoulder.
“What are you thinking?” Kyle asked breathlessly. “Tell me.”
So bossy. Eric had been conditioned by a life of playing hockey to obey orders, but obedience had never felt this thrilling before. He helplessly shared his thoughts with Kyle. “I want to fuck you.”
Kyle tensed against him. “Yeah?”
“Can’t right now, but soon. If you want.” Kyle had said he’d wanted it, earlier. But had that been real? Or just dirty talk?
“Oh, fuck, Eric.” Kyle started thrusting into his hand. “Want you in me. I’d make it so good for you.”
“I know you would,” Eric said gently. He kissed his hair and held Kyle tighter. He had only known Kyle a short while, but trusted that he would be patient and kind with him. That he would make it fun and relaxing, making Eric laugh as much as he made him gasp and moan. It would be wonderful, and Eric should probably make sure it never happened because he was certain there’d be no coming back from that. His heart would be gone.
Kyle’s head rolled against Eric’s shoulder, his mouth slack as they both watched Eric’s hand blurring against his cock. Eric was focused on his goal, pushing nonsensical thoughts about losing his heart away and commanding himself to be present. He listened to Kyle’s body the same way he listened to his own while practicing yoga, wondering if he should stop before Kyle came. If he could be attuned to his body enough to edge him as expertly as Kyle had done for him.
Kyle’s body tightened in Eric’s arms, head tipping back and toes curling. He let out a long moan, and again Eric considered stopping. Before he could make a decision, it was too late. Kyle’s release jetted out of him, coating his stomach and oozing through Eric’s fingers.
Eric held him close, kissing his temple, his cheek, his ear—anything he could reach. He murmured a stream of soothing endearments, unable to stop them from tumbling out of his mouth. “So beautiful. I’ve got you. You’re so sexy.”