I try my best, but there’s just no denying that Kieran’s an air hockey champion. He told me if I threw the game he was going to punish me. Even more than whatever he chooses as his prize for winning. I don’t think his threat had the effect he intended.

When we return to my house, we barely make it past the front door before Kieran backs me against it, kissing me like it’s been weeks. He jumps and I catch him, holding him under his thighs as I lean against the door to support both of our weights. With my hands occupied, I’m at his mercy now, exactly how I want to be.

“Aren’t you going to claim your winnings?” I tease when we pull away for breath.

“What the fuck do you think I’m doing?” he laughs against my forehead.

“You don’t have to win to claim this.” I push off the door and carry him to my bedroom.

“Is that right? Then in that case, my prize ...” He taps a finger against his lips, and I nip at it and bite down gently when I catch it between my teeth. He bites at my lower lip until I release his finger, but it distracts me again with the taste of him, the joy of feeling his breath against mine, his eyelashes against my cheek, his tongue tangling with mine. I lay him down on the bed, never leaving his grasp, and crawl over him. He pulls a leg out from under me, and with a swipe of his knee and a push of his hand against my shoulder, he rolls on top.

“There, that’s better.” He grins down at me. “I want to top you while you’re in your leather. Chaps, harness, the whole bit.”

He says it with confidence, but his breath catches.

“Fuck, yeah.” I exhale the words, grinding my hips up into his. The thought of what’s to come already has my body on fire.

He can’t hide his surprise at my willingness. “Just like that?”

“Honey,” I say, lifting up my legs enough to throw him off balance and send him hurtling toward me until our chests meet. It’s what makes me realize we both have too many clothes on. “I thought I already made this clear, but maybe I sucked those brain cells out of your dick earlier. I’m yours. I don’t care what it is you want to do, I want to experience it with you. And I love that you love the leather.”

He gets a sheepish grin on his face. “I really do.”

I kick him out of the room while I change. I think watching the struggle of actually putting the chaps on will erase some of the eroticism of seeing me wear them. I find my leather jock and put the chaps on over it. Then I add my boots, the harness and arm bands, and finally my cap. When I look in the mirror to adjust the straps and buckles, I’m stunned. I look confident and strong. Is this what Kieran sees when he looks at me?

When I open the door, Kieran’s gaze travels my body from bottom to top, and his smile broadens with each inch.

“Oh fuck, I really am the winner. Jesus, turn around.”

He drops to his knees and stares up at my ass. I glance back after a few seconds of silence to check. Yep. He’s just taking in all of my body. And pressing the heel of his palm hard against his own pants while he does it.

“Go bend over the bed. Please.”

He did ask nicely. I lay across the comforter, propping myself up on my elbows and checking behind me, only to see Kieran, still fully dressed, crawling on hands and knees in my direction. Jesus fucking Christ, that’s hot.

When he reaches the bed, he still doesn’t touch me, but leans over to my nightstand and tosses a bottle of lube and a condom onto the floor near my feet.

We’ve done it this way before, Kieran taking me, but that time it felt almost like a baptism. Washing away our original, flawed relationship and creating a precious bond in its place. This time, it feels like a celebration.

Something cold and wet meets my pucker and Kieran laughs when I jolt. He taps at my hole and blows a thin stream of cold air, torturing me. When his finger finally pushes in, I let him play a little until I’m good and slick. I consider myself truly versatile. Yes, I love a good fuck, but nothing feels the same as a prostate orgasm. His fingers are long and hit just the right spot to send tingles spreading from my ass to my cock.

“Fuck, Ted, that’s so hot,” he whispers, and I realize I’ve been mindlessly riding his fingers.

“I’m ready,” I pant, and hear the crinkle of the wrapper behind me.

“Since you’re wearing chaps, I think you need to ride me.”

He turns and leans against the bed, still sitting on the floor. His shirt is still on and his pants have been lowered to his thighs. He already looks thoroughly debauched, and he hasn’t even been touched yet.

I rise from the bed and place myself over Kieran and slowly lower. The feeling is incredible, but the best part is the look of surprise and bliss on Kieran’s face. I’m tight. Except for earlier this week, it’s been years since I allowed anyone inside my body, and Kieran fits inside me perfectly.

I have enough experience that I can relax and don’t need too much time to adjust. But Kieran begs me to wait anyway. I slow down my movements and busy my fingers with unbuttoning his shirt and baring his gorgeously creamy chest.

“I can’t hold it,” he whimpers.

That makes two of us. His fingers already brought me close, and now, looking at him, my heart expands a little more with each thrust. Sharing this with him is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.

“Then come for me, beautiful. We’ll come together.”

Kieran pulls aside the fabric of my jock and wraps his hand around my cock.

I lift up and drop back down a handful of times, but it doesn’t matter. The pressure combined with our emotions makes for a spark that is too intense to keep from turning into a roaring blaze. Nothing could pull me back now.

I throw back my head and roar as my cum paints Kieran’s freckled chest and rosy nipples.

He thrusts up a few times while I’m still riding my high, still trying to gather up the emotions that had me flying, and I feel him empty into the condom.

I bend down and lick at his chest, cleaning my cum from him, and he moans.

“Fuck. That was ...”

I gently pull him from me and roll over to sit next to him, leaning half against the bed and half on Kieran.

“Yeah.”

He gets up long enough to toss the condom into the trash can, then returns buck naked and pulls me into the bed to snuggle at his side. Kieran makes me kick off my boots first, but commands me to leave the rest on with a leer.

“When I took her shopping last weekend, Mrs. Hill said that you pined for me for months.”

Not the name I was expecting to hear right after sex. My instinct is to deny it, but as Kieran relaxes into my side, head propped up on one arm and the other stretched across my stomach, I can’t.

“Yes.”

He sits up a little more, resting his palm flat on my chest so that he can look directly into my face.

“How long?”

“I noticed you when you came in and started hanging out with Craig. The day that you asked him out was the day that I couldn’t kid myself anymore.” I’ve never felt more naked in my life even though I still have my whole outfit on. “I was jealous, and then seeing you help him with his ridiculous plan to win Zach back–”

“Which worked, thank you very much,” he interrupts.

“Which worked,” I concede. “That just made me fall even more for you. But I figured you’d never see me as anything more than the old dude who owned the game store. So, I tried to smother it all down and be a good friend instead.”

“You were,” he says, combing his free hand through my chest hair, creating little swirls around his finger. “You are. Is that why you helped me out with the supplies that one time?”

I laugh, and not just because his fingers have trailed to the sides of my pecs. “I don’t think there’s anything I wouldn’t do for you, Kieran Jones.”

“That’s a lot of responsibility,” he frowns, schooling his expression from playful to severely serious. “I’ll try to only use my power for good.”

I run my hands up his spine, cupping the back of his neck, and bring his head down to meet mine.

“I hope so,” I whisper into his lips. “My heart belongs to you now.”

He pulls back from my whisper-soft kisses. “You don’t have to sound scared by that.”

“It’s fucking terrifying.”

Kieran draws heart shapes over and over my left pec with his fingertip, then leans down and presses a kiss to it. “I promise to take good care of you,” he whispers to my chest. “You have nothing to fear. I love you.”

He leans up and kisses the tears that have leaked from the corners of my eyes. “I’ll take good care of you too.” The words spoken into my temple seep into my skin.

He slings his leg across mine and rolls until he’s straddling me. My hands naturally find his hips.

“For the record, there’s no one else I’d ever trust with the feeding and care of my heart,” he says all confident, like I’m the obvious choice for him and have been all along.

I tickle up his sides and he giggles and wriggles, making his dick perk up. Ah, the refractory period of a twenty-five-year-old. “Feeding, huh?”

“I love it when you feed me,” he laughs and waggles his eyebrows at me.

“We’re gonna need a little bit longer before you get that kind of a snack.”

He relaxes back down onto my body, covering me like a blanket. “I don’t mind. This is perfect.”

My arms wrap around his frame and surround him, my beautiful man. All this time, I thought I was going to care for him and save him, when all he really needed was for me to love him.

“Perfect.”