Chapter Seven
Olle kept reminding himself they were supposed to be going slow. That was what Jamie wanted. Though Olle was pretty sure that was because Jamie thought it was what Olle needed.
And Olle needed anything but.
He held Jamie close, kissed him deeply, and it wasn’t enough. He didn’t know if anything would ever be enough, if he’d ever get his fill of Jamie, but he wanted to find out.
Like, now.
He took three big steps across the room and tossed Jamie onto the bed, thoroughly enjoying the shock on Jamie’s face. The way his gaze went hot and his cheeks pink. Olle yanked Jamie’s shoes off and Jamie sat up.
Olle paused. “Is this okay?”
Jamie tore his shirt off, tossing it across the room. “Does that answer your question?”
Olle grinned and threw his own shirt in the same direction, then reached for the button on his jeans. He bit his lip, hesitating.
“Please,” Jamie said hoarsely. “If you’re okay with it, I’m okay with it. And I don’t just mean your pants, though please, god, I will be so fucking happy if you take off your pants. But I’m also okay with anything you want to do. And whatever you don’t want to do. That’s okay, too.”
Olle had to swallow twice to make his voice work. “I want to do it all.”
The flush worked its way down Jamie’s chest. “Okay.” He watched avidly as Olle pushed his jeans down and stepped out of them.
Of course, Jamie had seen him do this hundreds of times before, but context was everything. The erection tenting Olle’s boxer briefs was not part of the deal in the locker room.
Nor was the ache of vulnerability, of feeling exposed.
“Now you?” he asked.
Jamie scrambled to shuck his pants, ending up on his knees, crawling across the bed to Olle. He skimmed his hands down Olle’s chest and belly. “I have to be honest,” Jamie said, his eyes following his own touch, his voice serious. “I’m not going to last five minutes.”
At first Olle thought he’d misheard, but Jamie appeared utterly sincere and chagrined. Olle burst into laughter, his heart aching in his chest.
Jamie shrugged. “I thought I should warn you.”
Olle cupped Jamie’s face in his hands. “You make everything easy,” Olle said, the words tumbling out of his mouth.
“What do you mean?” Jamie asked, his head cocked to the side.
Olle ran his fingers though Jamie’s hair, his other thumb tracing Jamie’s cheekbone—a habit he’d indulged in more and more as the weeks had passed. Olle couldn’t believe someone as beautiful as Jamie wanted to kiss him. That someone as funny and bright as Jamie wanted to be with someone as big and shy as Olle. “I just mean you make me laugh. You make me…happy.”
For a second, Jamie looked like he couldn’t decide if he was going to laugh or cry. Then he crushed his mouth to Olle’s, this kiss different than all the ones before—slow and sweet and like Jamie was trying to tell him something.
Like maybe Olle made Jamie happy, too.
Olle climbed up on the bed, moving them to the middle of the mattress and lowering Jamie onto his back, his mouth never leaving Jamie’s.
Jamie’s thighs hugged his flanks, his hands tugging Olle closer when he held some of his weight off. Jamie wasn’t having it. He dug his heels into Olle’s ass and drew him in, moaning when Olle smashed him into the mattress.
Jamie’s cock dug into Olle’s belly and Olle wanted to feel more. He wanted to do something about it. He hitched himself up Jamie’s body, curling his back to keep kissing and bring their hips together. His cock rubbed along Jamie’s, separated only by two thin layers of cotton, and he shuddered. Jesus Christ, that was good. He rolled his hips again and Jamie keened into his mouth.
Jamie’s hands were everywhere, smoothing up Olle’s back and carding through his hair, pulling him closer and holding tight. Olle worked their hips together, gasping into their kiss when Jamie thrust up against him.
Yeah, Olle wasn’t going to last any longer than Jamie.
He’d known what he wanted from the moment Jamie had slid into the seat across from him at lunch during their first team outing in Edwardston. His heart had skipped a beat, and he’d smiled back at Jamie, helpless against his quick humor.
Jamie’s hands rubbed up Olle’s ribs, curling under to cup his pecs and smooth back down the center of his belly. Jamie’s finger dipped into Olle’s bellybutton and his breath caught.
He lifted his head, mesmerized by how debauched Jamie looked, his lips swollen and cheeks flushed as he traced his fingertips through the line of hair that disappeared below the elastic of Olle’s boxers. His cock jerked, trying to leap into Jamie’s hand as his fingers slipped lower, beneath elastic and cotton.
Arms trembling, Olle whimpered.
Jamie curled his hand around Olle’s cock and Olle’s heart stopped before taking off at a gallop, pounding in his ears. Jamie’s grip was strong, rough with callouses. There was no hesitation. No uncertainty.
Pleasure curled Olle’s spine, his thighs and belly going tight. He closed his eyes and tried to suck air into his lungs. For some damn reason, Jamie’s highlight reel played behind his eyelids.
“What are you thinking about?” Jamie whispered.
“Hockey.”
Jamie’s hand stopped its slow drag up Olle’s shaft. “What?”
Olle grimaced, trying to figure out how the hell he was going to explain this. “Your hands are so soft on the ice, with the puck. It’s gorgeous. I watch you and it…”
“Turns you on?” Jamie asked skeptically.
Olle opened his eyes to see Jamie appeared absolutely delighted by the idea. He was never going to let Olle live this down.
Olle was okay with that. “Yes.”
Jamie laughed, a big, joyous sound that stole what little breath Olle had left. Jamie wriggled beneath him, shoving down his own underwear, and using his hands and then his feet to push Olle’s away, too. The moment his cock popped free, it bumped into Jamie’s, the sensitive head smearing moisture over the soft skin of Jamie’s belly. Olle couldn’t think, couldn’t focus on anything but what that felt like, trying to memorize it.
His brain jolted back online when Jamie rolled them to the side and climbed on top of him. Jamie kissed him once, hard, then was gone, sliding his body between Olle’s legs, his chest rubbing over Olle’s aching cock and his perfect butt lifting into the air, perched above the long trench of his spine. His wicked grin was the only warning before he took the tip of Olle’s cock into his mouth.
“Oh fuck!” Olle bellowed.
Jamie’s eyes widened, and it was obvious he was laughing, but he didn’t stop sucking. Olle squirmed as Jamie slid his tongue over the tip of Olle’s cock, making slow circles as he began to bob his head, little dips that rubbed his soft, wet, warm lips along Olle’s shaft and sent shocks of pleasure firing through his body.
Olle came unmoored, his body beyond his control and his orgasm rushing up on him. He patted Jamie’s hair, trying to push him back as he croaked, “Jamie. You have to stop or I’m going to…
Jamie hummed happily and sucked Olle in farther.
Olle whited out, his orgasm exploding from deep inside and roaring out his cock into Jamie’s beautiful mouth. Olle’s eyes rolled back in his head, his brain drunk on endorphins, his body thrashing against the bed.
Jamie let Olle’s cock slip from between his lips. “Oh god, I have to…I’m just going to…” he gasped as he crawled up Olle’s body.
Olle snapped out of his stupor and curled his hands about Jamie’s hips, unsure what he should do until Jamie sat on his stomach and grabbed his own cock in a punishing grip, jerking himself fast and hard.
Olle batted his arm away without thinking, wrapping his hand instead around Jamie’s cock. The shaft was rigid and lined with veins that pressed into Olle’s palm, the head red and shiny. He rubbed his thumb over it, spreading the pre-come around before dragging his fist back down.
This was the first time Olle had touched a cock that wasn’t his own, and it struck him how much it made sense. None of that confusing clitoris shit to deal with. Olle knew ten things to try, right off the bat, easily judging his success by the twitch of Jamie’s hips and the expression on his face.
Jamie’s mouth hung open, his head limp on his neck as he stared down at Olle’s hand moving over him. Olle cupped Jamie’s balls in his other hand, a thrill rushing through him when he felt how hard they were. How tight.
He loved that he’d made Jamie feel this way. That he’d reduced this dazzling, graceful man into a panting mess.
“I want you to come all over me,” Olle said, moving his hand faster.
Jamie’s eyes slammed shut and dug his fingers into Olle’s ribs as he keened and did exactly as Olle asked, striping his belly with warm come. Olle watched, mesmerized by how Jamie’s thighs trembled and his belly jerked.
Olle encouraged each powerful pulse with his hands, and felt an answering tug in his gut.
He couldn’t wait to do it again.