Page 31 of Broken Ice, Mended Hearts

We spent forty-five minutes on neighboring treadmills giving each other shit, trading league gossip, and planning fun things to do around DC. By silent agreement, we didn’t flirt. We’d been about to jump each other on the bench press and had nearly been caught. There would be plenty of time for flirty talk at lunch, and afterward, we’d go to his place. I wanted to experience some of the things I’d dreamed about last night.

Chapter 8

Sven

We both reekedafter our workout. Thankfully, the locker room was still nice and cool. I tried to keep my eyes to myself as we stripped down, but it was a losing battle. Pip’s gorgeous face was impossible to resist, and his well-defined muscles, from rugged delts to powerful calves, had my mind somersaulting with filthy thoughts.

As he discarded his workout shorts, I was as captivated as I’d been the first time I saw him naked. His cock was swollen. The big vein running up the top was already distended, and I wanted to trace it with my tongue. I remembered sucking his heavy, low-hanging balls and wondered what he’d do if I got on my knees right now.

He watched me as I took off my shorts. The tension in the air thickened as much as my dick had, and he glanced up, wearing a smirk. “Like to show off much?”

“Just for you. And in case you didn’t notice…” I glanced down and flexed my cock. “You have a certain effect on me.”

He’d followed my eyes, and it took a moment for him to look up. “Good thing we’re jerk-off buddies, then.”

He turned and strolled toward the shower, leaving me to follow. That gave me ample opportunity to appreciate the most inspiring example of a hockey butt I’d ever seen. As we stepped into the shower room, he lost one of his flip-flops and spent a few seconds getting it back on. By then, I was twisting one of the nozzles, and he shamelessly defied the guy code by claiming a spot next to me. Typically, the unspoken rule would require leaving a buffer zone between us or even choosing a spot on the opposite wall.

Ignoring my roaming eyes, he positioned himself under the spray, letting the water cascade down the front of his body. Then he turned around and tilted his head back, allowing the water to wet his hair before sluicing down his back. It traced the curves of his well-defined muscles, then broke into a cloud of flying droplets as it hit his sculpted ass. A smaller stream continued down his legs, showcasing the impressive muscles there.

He pumped shampoo out of the dispenser on the wall and washed his hair, turning to the side so his back was to me. I tried to follow suit but was so distracted I got shampoo in my eyes. Paying no attention to my curses, he started soaping up, facing forward again. My cock hardened more as he scrubbed his body. White bubbles covered him, forming a perfect contrast to his tanned skin.

I needed to get on with things so we could go somewhere private. After rinsing the shampoo out of my hair, I allowed the water to run down my back. When I glanced over, Pip was watching me, his dick at a tempting half-mast. If I used my mouth, I could have him hard as a tree in thirty seconds.

He watched as I soaped up. I was self-conscious about washing my genitals and ass, which was odd because I’d showered with teammates all my life. He’d already rinsed off, but pumped more shower gel into his hand and was soon covered with more bubbles. The effect of watching his handsrubbing the soap across his muscles was immediate; I went from semi to fully erect in seconds.

After swiping his hands over his abs, he washed his cock, pulling back the foreskin to clean the head, and then holding it horizontal so the water could rinse it off. Glancing at me, he gave himself a squeeze.

I mimicked his motions, showing off for him even though my hard-on had already pulled my foreskin back. To make up for that, I jerked myself slowly, using light pressure to tease us both. He responded by tracing a finger up the bottom of his lengthy shaft. Swiping across the head, he trailed the finger back toward his body along the top of his shaft to his pubes. He then focused on his navel, humming softly as he fingered himself there.

If we kept this up, I’d squirt my load all over the shower floor in another minute. Letting my cock go, I looked toward the shower entrance, then back at Pip. “We’re alone, right?”

Angling his mouth into a smirk, he nodded. “Shuford went upstairs, and I haven’t heard anyone else.”

Holding up a hand for silence, I went to the door and stuck my head out so I could see the locker room. No one was there, so I went back to Pip and rested a hand on his chest. “We’re good.”

He leaned in for a kiss. “Most of the boys are out of town. Come here.”

Stepping under his nozzle, I allowed him to turn me around while the water washed away our suds. He looked into my eyes. “I owe you something else.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, this.”

He sank to his knees, and—fuck all!—I wondered if I was hallucinating. My heart stuttered when he kissed the tip of my dick, then it went into overdrive when he took the head into his mouth. He sucked gently while he traced his nails along the insides of my thighs.

“Christ, that feels good.”

“Mm.”

He cupped my balls while he sucked me into his mouth. It was warm and wet, and he took most of my cock in. I panted while he sucked, his head moving up and down my length while he teased the sensitive skin with his tongue.

Damn, he’s a natural.His technique was a bit clumsy, but this was already one of the best blow jobs I’d ever had.

He pulled off with a loud slurp and looked up. “You like it? Am I doing okay?”

“Herrejävlar!Don’t stop.”

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He shot me a quick grin and closed his mouth around me again.

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