Chapter Twelve

“I can’t believe you were there the whole time,” Bobby said, pulling open the door.

Dan immediately grabbed a hold of his jacket, propelling him backward. “Tell me we’re alone.”

“My roommate is staying out all night,” Bobby promised, slipping his hands into Dan’s back pockets. It was the simplest of touches, and it still made Dan’s hips jerk forward, dick already filling up as he stared down at Bobby, the heat in his eyes.

“Good,” Dan said, leaning down to bite at Bobby’s bottom lip. He was moving on instinct, didn’t really know what he was doing, but he trusted Bobby to tell him when he was doing something wrong, to move Dan where he wanted him to go.

Bobby tilted his head, slipped his tongue into Dan’s mouth and gripped Dan’s hair in his hand, holding him fast. Dan relished the burn, groaned into Bobby’s mouth, fingers flexing on Bobby’s hips.

“Come on,” Bobby said, punctuating each word with a forceful kiss. It was heated and passionate, every touch of Bobby’s hands on his body was like fire, blood rushing south until Dan’s dick was straining against his jeans. Dan followed willingly as Bobby pulled him toward the bed and shoved him down. Dan bounced a little as he hit the mattress, shuffling his way up until he could rest his head on the pillows.

Bobby hovered over him, still wearing his gold medal and God, how had Dan not seen that? He couldn’t tear his eyes away and Bobby rubbed a thumb against his bottom lip, leaned down to chase his finger with his lips, kissing him. “Want me to wear just that, huh?”

Dan wasn’t a stranger to porn; he’d jerked off before, knew himself well enough to know what he would like and what he wanted, but he’d never experimented with that, with reacting when someone said something that obviously turned him on. Imagining Bobby above him, naked but for the medal, and Dan had to close his eyes, breathing through his nose to regain control of himself. He was a professional hockey player, had played through injuries that would have had lesser men skating for the exit, and he’d be damned if he let a simple image crush him.

“Relax,” Bobby said, smile obvious in his tone. His lips were close to Dan’s ears, his knees bracketing Dan’s legs. He was everywhere, so close, overwhelming from his smell to the sound of his breathing. Dan was hyperaware of everything. “I don’t have to.”

“It’s okay,” Dan said, voice sounding strangled even to his own ears. “Just give me a minute.”

“I can do that.” Bobby kept his hands framing Dan’s face, lowering his hips enough that Dan jolted with the friction against his dick.

“That’s giving me a minute?” When he finally opened his eyes, Bobby was smiling at him, dimples in his cheeks, and God, God, Dan was close to cumming in his pants for the second time. “You make me—”

Cutting himself off, Dan closed his eyes, turning his face away.

Bobby brushed his fingers over his cheek. “Make you what?”

“I feel like I could cum just from this,” Dan said with embarrassment, sure his face was as red as the bedsheets. “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” Bobby said, voice tight. Dan couldn’t decipher the expression on his face, but his dick twitched in his pants at the heat behind his eyes, the way his eyes dropped down to Dan’s mouth. “Feel this.”

Bobby grabbed one of Dan’s hands, tugged it down between their bodies. Dan’s palm pressed to Bobby’s dick and he was so hard. Dan swallowed, couldn’t tear his eyes away from Bobby’s face.

“I’ve never,” he said, didn’t know how to finish.

“I know.” Bobby soothed his worries by pressing their foreheads together. “There’s no rush, Dan. We can take it as slow as you need to.”

“Okay,” Dan said, grateful. He kept his hand where it was, even when Bobby dropped his own, sliding a hand through Dan’s hair. As he pressed a kiss to Dan’s mouth, Dan slipped a hand into the waistband of Bobby’s sweatpants, cupping Bobby through his briefs.

“Fuck,” Bobby said, accidentally biting down on Dan’s jaw.

Dan moaned, tilted his head back to give Bobby better access. He still had the bruise on his jaw from last time and didn’t care if Bobby wanted to make it bigger, wanted to give Dan a necklace of hickies. “Please.”

Bobby didn’t say anything, just shifted his hips, dick sliding against Dan’s palm. Dan tugged at Bobby’s briefs, hand touching hot skin. Bobby’s eyes were squeezed shut, his breathing labored, but Dan wasn’t worried. He felt a little braver, slipping his fingers around Bobby’s cock and keeping his grip light. He tried to re-enact what he liked, not sure how it worked with someone else.

“A little tighter,” Bobby said, sounding strained.

Dan did as he asked, tightening his grip and giving a few experimental strokes. Bobby let out a noise like it had been punched from him, dropping his head to Dan’s shoulder. Dan turned his face into Bobby’s hair, kissing his temple, the curve of his ear. “Is this okay?”

“Fuck,” Bobby said in reply, shoulders shaking with the effort of holding himself up. Dan could take it if he fell, wondered how long Bobby could hold out.

Dan rubbed his thumb over the head of Bobby’s dick, expecting the thrust of Bobby’s hips, the fingers that tightened in his hair and on his neck. He kept up the slow strokes, Bobby breath picking up a little speed in tandem with Dan’s wrist movements. He was fascinated with the subtle changes to Bobby’s breathing, the way he trembled from shoulder to leg, hips making little motions against Dan’s hand as if he couldn’t help himself.

It had Dan’s own dick straining against his jeans, desperate for some of the same. He could wait it out; was willing to give Bobby whatever he wanted if it meant he kept making those noises, kept pressing sloppy kisses to Dan’s neck and jaw.

“Bobby,” Dan said, closing his eyes as he kept stroking, relishing the gasps and moans Bobby couldn’t prevent. “Did so good today.”

“Fuck,” Bobby managed, the fingers on Dan’s shoulder twisting in his t-shirt, crumpling the fabric. His hips were rocking deliciously against Dan, trapping Dan’s hand between their bodies, and if Dan twisted just so, he could feel the drag of Bobby’s dick against his own. The angle was awkward and would kill his wrist, but fuck was it the best feeling.

“A gold medal,” Dan said awed, and as Bobby looked down at him, eyes wide and breath huffing out in a groan, he thrust once, twice, into the circle of Dan’s hand and started shaking, cumming in his pants and all over Dan’s hand. It was hot, everything from his expression to the shudder of Bobby’s body against his own. “Oh, God.”

Bobby dropped his head back to Dan’s shoulder, mumbling something Dan couldn’t make out. Dan’s dick was so hard it was almost painful, sure he was smearing precum against his boxers, probably his jeans. He clenched his eyes shut, grit his teeth against the urge to cum. He didn’t want to shoot so fast, wanted to savor the experience. He didn’t want the moment to be over, didn’t want Bobby to leave. Didn’t want Bobby to kick him out. 

It took Dan a moment to realize that Bobby was moving, shifting down Dan’s body. Dan opened his eyes to see the sated, lazy smile on Bobby’s face, the dazed look in his eyes. Dan had done that. Fuck.

Bobby lowered himself enough that his face was hovering over Dan’s groin, his mouth inches from Dan’s dick and fuck, fuck, Dan had to count to twenty in the back of his head. It was really happening, Bobby was going to—

Popping the button on Dan’s jeans, Bobby teased the zipper down so slowly that Dan thought he would die with impatience. “Want me to return the favor?”

“I didn’t win a medal,” Dan found himself saying, even though his brain was screaming YES!!!

Bobby shrugged with one arm. “If I’m willing to blow you for giving me celebratory medal sex,” he said, hooking his fingers in the waistband of Dan’s briefs. “Imagine what I’d give for winning gold.”

Dan’s words came out strangled and even he didn’t know what he was trying to say, ignored Bobby’s raised eyebrows in favor of staring at the ceiling. It was supposed to keep him from cumming too soon but had the downside of keeping him from knowing when Bobby was going to put his mouth on Dan’s dick. A soft kiss pressed to the head of his cock and Dan twisted his hands in the bedsheets, fought to keep his hips still. He had never even thought of doing this before, always kept it to jerking off, but this was good, Bobby was sliding his lips over the head of Dan’s dick and taking him. A couple of inches and he pulled back, tight wet heat enveloping the head and then back down, sinking lower each time.

“Fuck,” Dan said, throat thick with want. “Bobby, please.”

Bobby said something, Dan didn’t know if he was supposed to understand, didn’t care when the vibrations had him letting out a strangled moan, hips rising unconsciously. Bobby pressed a hand to his hips—a warning—but Dan wasn’t sure he could listen, didn’t know if he could stop the reactions because he’d never felt like this, never had someone’s mouth on his dick, never had someone care so much about what he wanted, how it would feel.

Bobby sucked hard, cheeks hollowing, and the crest Dan had been riding since the first touch of his hand to Bobby’s cock crashed over him, overwhelming and sudden, and he yelled something he hoped was Bobby’s name, something wet sliding down his cheeks. It had been over so quickly, and Dan could feel the flush of shame on his cheeks.

“Hey,” Bobby said softly, climbing up Dan’s body to cup his cheek. “It’s all right.”

“Sorry,” Dan gasped, keeping his eyes shut against the embarrassment.

“It happens to everyone,” Bobby soothed. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

When Dan opened his eyes, Bobby’s looked awed and soft in equal measure. “Bobby.”

“I know,” Bobby said, even though he hadn’t heard the rest of what Dan had to say.

Dan didn’t know what happened now, whether he could kiss Bobby—he didn’t even care that Bobby had swallowed Dan’s cum and fuck was that thought enough to have Dan’s dick twitching in interest—but Bobby took the decision out of his hands, ducking down and pressing a closed mouth kiss to his lips. Dan held him there, opened his mouth, tasting himself on Bobby’s tongue. Bobby’s fingers were back on his face, stroking absently as they kissed, cum drying in their pants and dicks softening in the aftermath.

Dan was tired enough that he could sleep, but Bobby was still staring down at him, a smile tugging at his mouth. “I don’t want to leave.”

Bobby’s expression got softer if that was even possible. “I’m not kicking you out, Dan.”

Dan frowned. “But—”

“My roommate is sleeping elsewhere,” Bobby reminded him. “Unless Rafael has a sudden need to know where you are at all times, let him know you’ve scored.”

Not think you’ve scored. Dan didn’t know how to reply to that. On the one hand, it would invite questions that Dan didn’t want to answer. On the other, it meant spending more time with Bobby, maybe waking up to him and being able to kiss him first thing. Bobby’s face was starting to shift, and Dan panicked that he’d taken too long. He gripped Bobby’s jacket, touched their foreheads together.

“I’ll stay,” he said, hoping that it wasn’t too late. “Would like to stay, if you want.”

“I want,” Bobby assured him, sliding a hand down to Dan’s hip and lining their dicks up. It was too soon, Dan’s body shuddering at the contact, but that didn’t stop him from imagining it, from wondering what it would be like to have Bobby touch his naked body.

“I want,” Dan said, staring up at Bobby for a moment, trying to imagine what it would feel like to have his own medal. “If I win gold, I want you to fuck me.”

Bobby’s eyes darkened, his lips parting in surprise. Recovering quickly, Bobby teased at Dan’s jaw with his lips and teeth. “I’ll fuck you if you win any color, Dan.”