Seconds to Spare

"No... uhn, no, Brett, I said no."

That might be more convincing if it didn't come out as a moan.

So he ignores me completely and skims his teeth over my throat while untying my pads.

"Brett? Are you even listening to me?"

He covers each side of my face with a big paw and forces my mouth to meet his. A moment later when he pulls away, he gives me a breathless answer. "Not really."

"But..." I half heartedly try to push his hands away as he starts to grope any skin that's bared. "I said no."

For that, I get that near-sinister wink. You know the one. The one that's incredibly sexy and could melt steel, and makes you feel kinda guilty for being so weak to what he thinks are his charms. "You say a lot of things." His mouth is back on me, this time lavishing attention on that sensitive spot at the base of my throat, and I barely hear the next sentence. "What, am I supposed to pay attention to them all?"

"You're a pig."

"You love it."

I try again to push him away-- maybe logic will work. "Brett, c'mon, we got 10 minutes til we need to be on the ice."

He meets my eyes, and says, completely seriously, "That'll be enough."

I roll my eyes. "Wow, that sounds hot. 10 minutes of passion."

"Nine and a half now."

"You're such a charmer." I hope he can tell I'm teasing. His mouth is hitting all the right spots, and now I do want him.

As he licks the shell of my ear, he says quietly, "Hey, it's good enough for you."

So I shove him back. He may _do_ amazing things, but I'm getting a little sick of this caveman attitude.

And damn him straight to hell if he doesn't read that thought and adjust and make it up to me completely. Our bodies barely parted before his hands were back on my hips, holding my against him, pressing me against the wall-- trapped. "Mike, please, want you so bad...."

My head rolled back and rested against the wall and he drug his tongue over my Adam's Apple and down to my collarbone. There are few things sexier than hearing Brett moan in that raspy voice that he wants you.

"Need you to touch me, Mike... I missed you."

That's one of those things right there. The sound of my boxers hitting the floor was covered by his gravely coaxing. In the instant that I feel his thigh rub between my legs, I moan and sink a little.

"I've got you, Mike. Want me?"

I think I moan in the affirmative. The delicate friction he's creating for me is making me hotter for him. I know he can feel my cock stiffen against his leg because he answers with a groan of his own. He wraps one arm around my back, pulling me as close as the remaining gear will allow, and cups my chin in the other.

Our eyes meet and I feel the words more than hear them. "I love you." And that's it. There is nothing in the world that will get me hotter quicker than Brett admitting he loves me. I think I tell him I love him, too, but I can't swear to it because a split second later I can't think at all.

Coherent thought is erased from my being as Brett's thick shaft thrusts up into me. I'm unprepared by normal standards, and it's hard to explain... but I'm always ready for him.

He's still for a moment, letting us both savor the feeling of him completely sheathed within me. Then, I brace my palms on the wall and he tightens his thighs to give him some leverage. He starts rocking against me and it's all I can do not to whimper. Every time he crouches, his dick pulls away and I feel my body struggle to hold him where he belongs, inside of me. Then he'll push himself in, and his cock massages my passage, setting thousands of nerve endings on fire with the welcomed penetration.

His hand is still on my cheek, and he guides my mouth to his for a kiss. Then Brett slides his calloused hand over my stomach and finds my dick. The moment he touches me, I throb against him. Rough fingertips dance over my pulse point and a new wave streaks through me. Again my head is back against the wall and again his lips are on me and this time I don't bother trying to swallow my moans.

Brett's thrusting against me, burying himself deep. He's jerking me off and he's biting my neck hard enough to mark me. I'm in physical overload, and somehow I manage to wonder how he's balancing on his skate edges while pulling this off.

My thoughts are erased as I feel my dick pulse and erupt in Brett's hand. He pulls his mouth away from my bruised skin and brings his fingers to his mouth. Meeting my eyes again, I gape at him as he sucks my seed off of his fingers. I moan for him and squeeze him to me. It's a beautiful sight when he's about to come for me-- it's like he looks surprised that he feels so good. One of these days I'll convince him that he deserves to feel that good all the time. But for now, that has to wait. For now, I'm distracted as I feel him swell and come inside of me.

Brett pulls back just enough to slide out, but still holds me up even though he's panting himself. I nod to let him know I can stand on my own. Brett turns to start grabbing our gear and I can feel his juice sliding down my inner thigh. I'm mildly surprised when instead of turning back to me with gear he hands me a warm, wet towel. I love that after all these years, he can still surprise me.

As we help each other clean up as quickly as possible, he kisses me and tells me how good I am and how much fun we have. "I love it when we play each other."

I roll my eyes but smile. I hate it when we play each other. For the rest of the game, he's going to be bumping into me and leaving me with that smirk. Or when I glance over at him on the bench, he'll take off his glove and smell his fingers and smirk at me. Trust me. He pulls this every time.

"Mike? Did you hear me?"

"Hmm?" I must have gotten a little lost in my thoughts. Oh well, he probably just said something about getting out on the ice. "No, not really." My turn to smirk.

He returns the humor, but repeats himself anyway. "I said that I really do miss you. That... sometimes I think these meetings... well, maybe they're not enough."

Happy is the biggest understatement. But there's no time for us to discuss this now. So I tousle his hair and manage to get in one more good, deep kiss. Our tongues dart out to duel madly and just before I pull back I manage to suckle at his lower lip. "You know I love you, Hull-- and we'll definitely talk about this soon. But right now, we've got a game."

Brett flashes me that grin and shrugs. "Hey, we still got seconds to spare."

Just then the buzzer sounds and the first period begins.

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the end