Chapter Seven

IF HE’D ever done anything quite so questionable in his entire hockey career, Shane couldn’t imagine what it might be.

It could be because he was palming his cock through his pants on the drive and thinking about Troy fucking him, which made it hard to concentrate. Or yeah, okay. Maybe it really was the most questionable thing he’d ever done. But, hell. Why not? Shane was old enough to know what he was doing, and Troy could make his own decisions. And if the sex was as good as that kiss….

Shane moved his hand away from his cock so he didn’t come in his pants. He had no idea where they were going, but he hoped they got there fast.

Troy lived in a condo near the university, a short drive—thank God—from the arena. It was a nice place, well kept and quiet, with a pretty view and what looked like a pool behind a white painted fence. The interior of the condo was exactly what Shane would have pictured—simple and clean, no-frills design, modern furniture, and very little clutter or mess.

Instead of a table, the dining room had a treadmill and a television mounted on the opposite wall. A set of stairs presumably led to the bedrooms, but Troy didn’t appear to want to wait that long. He immediately shoved Shane toward the couch, hands all over him, and the two of them stumbled as they tried to discard clothes and kiss each other senseless.

“I want you to fuck me,” Shane panted as he toed off his dress shoes and tried not to skid on the hardwood floor in his sock feet. Talk about embarrassing.

“Yeah? Well, I want your mouth on my dick, so we’re doing that first.” Troy sounded like he did on the ice or in practice, and that was a lot more of a turn-on than Shane expected.

“Yeah?” Shane grinned against Troy’s mouth and then deliberately sucked Troy’s lower lip into his mouth. “That so?”

“Yeah. So get on your goddamn knees and open your mouth.” Troy leaned in for another brief, hard kiss. “If you’re not into something, tell me and we’ll stop. All right?”

“I wouldn’t be here if I weren’t into it.” Shane bit at Troy’s mouth and turned the brief kiss into a hot, messy one. “And I already figured you’d be a loudmouth control freak in bed, like you are on the ice, so no surprise there.”

Troy growled and pulled his mouth away, but only so he could nip at Shane’s ear. “I can dial it down.”

Oddly touched, Shane took Troy’s hand and pressed it against his own straining erection. “No need. Apparently it gets me going. Now sit on the couch so I can get you going. Jesus, if you make me wait any longer to get my mouth on your dick, I’m going to knee you in the junk.”

“That’s the least sexy thing anyone’s ever said to me who wanted my pants off, Shane.”

Shane shrugged and watched as Troy pushed the coffee table out of the way and sat on the couch, legs spread, so Shane could kneel between them. “It wasn’t supposed to be sexy. It was the truth.” He settled between Troy’s knees, hands on Troy’s thighs, and immediately helped Troy get his belt undone. He could see the hard ridge of Troy’s erection through his pants, and God, there was a damp spot on the fabric, and that… fuck, that was hot.

Troy made a rough noise and shoved his fingers inside Shane’s mouth. “Show me how good you’re going to suck my cock.”

God, he really was bossy. It was such a fucking turn-on. Shane obediently sucked and licked at Troy’s fingers just like he wanted to that night at the bar. He took them deep and pulled back slowly with little flicks of his tongue and then did it all again.

“Show-off,” Troy muttered, but his voice was thick and he clearly didn’t mind because he fucked Shane’s mouth with his fingers and slowly fisted his own cock with his other hand.

Shane responded by biting at the pads of Troy’s fingers. Troy muttered and yanked his hand away, grabbed Shane by the back of the hair, and unceremoniously replaced his fingers with his dick. It was a lot bigger than his fingers, but Shane did his best to relax his jaw and let Troy fuck in as deep and hard as he wanted—which was very deep and very hard, very fast.

“Don’t you dare fucking touch your cock,” Troy growled. “And look at me while you suck me off. Yeah….”

Troy stared so intently at him that Shane couldn’t have looked away if he wanted to. He did gag a few times, because Troy didn’t let up or go easy on him… but Shane knew that if he gave any indication it was too much, Troy would stop. Troy’s ability to be rough and still in control made it hard for Shane to keep his hand off his own cock.

“This isn’t going to last that long.” Troy thrust harder into Shane’s mouth and kept him right where he wanted him with a hand gripping each side of Shane’s head. “You got me too worked up. You like that? Like knowing how fucking bad I wanted my cock in your mouth, wanted to fuck your throat?”

Shane moaned. He was going to have to up his dirty-talk game when it was his turn. He tilted his head and tried to catch his breath. Somehow Troy knew, because he backed off just a little and let Shane draw in a much-needed breath.

“Suck on the head,” Troy panted.

Shane eased off and played with the head of Troy’s dick. He ran his tongue under the bottom, licked the slit, and did everything but suck until he heard Troy say, “Suck, goddammit, Shane.”

Shane smirked up at him and said, “I want you to come on my face.” He leaned in and took that thick cock all the way back until he felt the head hit the back of his throat—and then he sucked.

Troy gave a muffled groan, pulled out, and jacked himself frantically. Then he grabbed tightly at Shane’s hair and held his head still while he shot all over Shane’s face.

Shane’s eyes were closed, and he wondered if he’d ever actually had anyone do that to him before—on purpose, not by accident. He hadn’t been entirely certain that Troy would do it, but it probably sounded too much like a dare for Troy to resist.

Troy gently ran his fingers through Shane’s hair. “One second. Stay there. I’ll be right back.”

Shane stayed where he was and swayed a little as he undid the button on his pants to ease the pressure on his still-hard cock. He felt something warm on his face as Troy wiped the mess off with a wet towel. Shane let him do it until he felt weird about it. Then he reached up and took the towel. “I got it. Thanks.”

“Thank you,” said Troy as he sat on the couch. “You give great fucking head.”

Face clean, Shane tossed the towel aside and smiled lazily at him. “I thought you were gonna fuck me. Loser.”

Troy sprawled on the couch, his belt undone and his pants zipped but unbuttoned. His arms were splayed on either side, and the sweat on his brow made the top of his dark hair stick up like that punk goalie for the Spitfires. The cuffs of his dress shirt were unbuttoned and pushed up on his arms, and he was breathing hard. “Who said we were done?”

“We better not be.” Shane motioned to his lap. “It’s my turn, and what if I want to come on your face?”

“Then I want a clean dish towel. They’re in the third drawer down next to the sink.”

“And here I wanted to leave you with come on your face like a porn star.” Shane didn’t miss the flare of heat in Troy’s eyes or the way his breath caught. Interesting.

Shane got to his feet only a little unsteadily and rubbed his hand over himself with an expectant look at Troy. “You want to move this to the bedroom? Don’t want you to have kneel if your knees are bad, old man.”

Troy was clearly too relaxed for his scowl to come across as anything but playful. “Brat. I can suck cock on my knees just as good as anyone. But, yeah, come on.” Troy stood up and headed toward the stairs, and Shane followed him. As they made their way to what Shane presumed was the bedroom, they passed an open door and a room that held… a dining room table?

“Why is your treadmill in your dining room and your dining room table upstairs?” Shane asked, brow furrowed.

Troy grabbed his arm and tugged him along. “You want to talk about my furniture placement, Shane. Really? That kind of thing get you off?”

“You never know.” Shane let Troy pull him into the master bedroom. Honestly the only furniture placement he gave a shit about at the moment was the large bed.

Troy unbuttoned and took off his dress shirt. “Take your clothes off and get on the bed.”

Shane complied, stripping down to his boxer briefs, and climbed languidly up on Troy’s very comfortable bed. He wantonly splayed his legs, put his arms behind his head, and thrust his hips up. “Come and get it.”

Troy went still and then laughed. He looked relaxed. Happy. It was a good look on him. Shane idly stroked himself while he watched Troy strip down to his boxers. He didn’t have any tattoos and he didn’t sport the chiseled abs of, say, Xavier Matthews or some of Shane’s other teammates, but he looked damn good and clearly made use of the treadmill… wherever he kept it.

Troy climbed right on top of Shane, kissed him, and bit his way down his chest and lower. He was as good at sucking cock as Shane figured, and while Shane had hoped to up his game when it came to the dirty talk, fuck if he could manage anything that wasn’t “ungh” or “fuck” or “oh, God.” Troy was also a teasing bastard, and he kept Shane on the edge as he backed off and then drove him hard toward orgasm. It made Shane growl and kick his heels against the bed in utter frustration, but he loved every goddamn minute of it.

“You gotta be an asshole in bed too?” Shane panted, the third time Troy almost—almost—made him come.

“You want me to fuck you, I gotta catch up.” Troy gave Shane a filthy smile. “Run your mouth all you want, but you don’t come until I say so.”

Normally Shane would argue, but Troy took him deep and Shane decided to fuck his throat instead. Troy pushed his hips against the bed, and Shane hoped that meant they were getting to the part where Troy fucked him.

It’d been a while since Shane had bottomed but he looked forward to it. He wondered briefly if he should mention that, but he was distracted when Troy stopped sucking him—again, damn him—and moved away from the bed to look for what Shane assumed was lube and some condoms.

“Seriously?” Shane pushed up on his elbows, breathing hard. “You’re not even going to get me off first?”

“Not first,” Troy said, eyes heavy-lidded as he sheathed himself and fisted his cock with lube-slick fingers. “Eventually.” He eyed Shane’s body appreciatively. “You’re in pretty good shape, North.”

He normally only called Shane North at practice or on the ice. Clearly they had stopped pretending the coach/player thing wasn’t getting them both off. “Thanks, Coach. You’re not in bad shape yourself.”

“I want to fuck you from behind,” Troy said. “You okay with that?”

Shane was more than okay with that, so he rolled over and half crawled to the edge of the bed. Troy ran his hands over Shane’s back and over his ass. Then he reached down and gave Shane’s cock a few pumps. “I asked you a question.”

Shane dropped his head and bit back a moan. He liked Troy’s bossiness, but wasn’t sure he wanted Troy to know just how much. “I’m here how you want me, aren’t I?”

“Not… quite yet,” Troy panted. The head of his cock pressed at Shane’s hole. “Almost.” He didn’t push in, just rubbed the head against it teasingly. “But not until I hear you say you want it.” Shane lifted his head and glared over his shoulder. “You’re a fucking bastard. You know that, right?”

Troy’s grin was fierce. The tip of his cock breached Shane briefly, but he pulled back and rubbed against him again. “You expected anything else?”

“Yeah, I want it. Come on, Coach. Fuck me hard.”

“You’re a brat, North.”

“You expected anything… ah… else… oh.” Shane threw his head back and moaned as Troy slowly pushed in. “God, I forgot how good this feels.”

“You okay?” Troy slid a hand around Shane’s neck and squeezed lightly. He paused his slow press inside, and the concern was almost too much for Shane to handle.

“Not quite yet,” Shane mimicked. “Almost.” With that he shoved himself backward and took the rest of Troy’s cock, and they both groaned. It did hurt for a few seconds, until his body accustomed itself. Then Troy began to move in a slow, steady rhythm that gradually increased in speed and strength until he gave it to Shane just as hard as he wanted it.

“Ah, yeah. That’s—fuck, you’re good at this,” Shane said and curled his fingers into the bedding. He moved with Troy’s thrusts, fucking himself back on Troy’s cock, and his eyes nearly crossed as Troy nailed his prostate.

“And you look goddamn good getting nailed from behind,” Troy gasped. “Fucking yourself against my cock like that. You want to get off?”

“You’re kidding me,” Shane managed as sweat ran down his forehead and stung his eyes. “I gotta ask for it?” His arms shook where he was propped up on his elbows, and the sheets slid around beneath him as he struggled to move with Troy.

“Oh yeah.” Troy held Shane’s hips and pulled him back as Troy snapped forward. “You sure as hell do. Ask me. Come on.”

Shane dropped his head and gave a helpless laugh that was more of a moan than anything. It wasn’t as though he expected Troy to be anything else but intense and bossy in bed. “Fuck you. Make me come.” That wasn’t really asking, but it was as good as Troy was going to get.

It must have been enough, because Troy’s hand was suddenly on his dick, and it only took two rough strokes and Shane came hard all over the bed. His knees gave way as Troy collapsed on top of him, and Shane lay trapped for a moment and liked the way Troy’s body felt on top of his own as he drove Shane into the mattress with his last few thrusts before he came too. He was dimly aware of the sounds Troy made as he came.

Eventually Shane made an mph sound, turned his head, and gulped for some air. “Dude. Give a guy some space.”

Troy huffed a breath against Shane’s back, shifted slightly, and gently pulled out. Shane winced at the mild discomfort but didn’t move, though he would have to because he was sticky and sweaty and lying in the wet spot. Ew. Sex was always so much better when you were in the middle of things. A few seconds after, it was just messy and—considering he’d just been fucked by his coach—awkward.

Shane eventually got to his feet, stood in the middle of Troy’s bedroom, and wondered what the hell to do. “You mind if I use your shower?”

“Of course not.” Troy sat up at the edge of the bed, and they were both… not avoiding each other’s eyes, exactly, just….

Yeah, no. They were avoiding each other’s eyes. Shane slipped into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and hoped like hell he hadn’t just fucked up everything. He was surprised when, a few seconds later, Troy pushed the curtain aside and got in with him. Shane blinked at him through the water.

“Let’s just go ahead and make the most out of this mistake.” With that, Troy grabbed him by the back of the neck to pull him in and kiss him.

For once Shane didn’t even want to argue.