Page 42 of The Price of Ice

“I’ll go.” Levy was already getting up. “It’s in your room, right?”

BY THE TIME LEVY GOTback, he’d had plenty of time to regret his outburst.

He received the laptop without quite meeting his friend’s eyes. “Thank you.”

“No problem,” Levy said easily.

And Kallen couldn’t hold back for a second longer. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled because if he didn’t, he was going to be thinking about it for the next three hours.

“It’s cool, next time just ask me, man.” He sat back on the sofa across from him.

Kallen nearly groaned, but he made himself take a deep breath and then let it out. “Not... Not about that. Like, sure, that too. But I meant telling you about Johnson.”

“Um, what? Why would you be sorry about that? You’re right, it’s gotta be—”

He cut in, because he couldn’tstandit. Levy always tried to be nice to him, but this was ridiculous. “Because you asked me not to tell you?”

Levy had sat back down across from him on the sofa, but now he straightened. “Wait, what? When did I ask you that?”

“Last time!” His voice came out too high and he reached for the tea he’d abandoned earlier. It was cold but he chugged it anyway just for something to ground himself.

“Kallen,” Levy said slowly but seriously. He wasn’t looking away. “I’m totally lost here, what do you think I asked you?”

He opened his mouth and closed it again. He wasn’t sure why he was getting angry, except that it felt like Levy had gone and changed the rules on him. “My last heat, when I came back from the trip you said not to tell you who. You were...” Jealous. But he couldn’t say that. He was sure it was true, but he didn’t want to make things weird.

“Okay, yeah,” Levy agreed. “But I meant you don’thaveto, not that you can’t. Like, what kind of... friend would I be if I told you I’m not gonna listen when you need to talk about your shit?”

Kallen stole a glance at him, still unsure. ‘Friend’ wasn’t what he wanted to hear from Levy, but he’d hesitated, hadn’t he? “Okay,” he echoed.

Not that it mattered, really, not when Kallen could offer so little.

“You wanna make out?” he asked, because he wanted to, and they had to head to practice after lunch, so he was going to make the most of this morning with Levy.

Levy had answered by flattening him onto the sofa, scattering half the cushions all over the floor in the process. This time, he’d made sure they didn’t make a mess by the expedient method of crawling down Kallen’s body and sucking every last drop out of him as he squirmed and bit his lip not to beg. It was insane how good he was at it, or maybe it couldn’t feel bad when someone sucked your dick.

Not like Kallen had any way of knowing. He kind of wanted to ask if Levy had done it before, and to whom.

He was still blinking stars out of his vision when he saw Levy had a hand inside his shorts, heavy-lidded eyes running up and down Kallen’s supine body.

“Wait,” he said, a little hoarse. He managed to sit up and catch the alpha’s forearm. “Lemme...”

Levy stopped at once, throat working hard, muscles tense with effort. Kallen thought about just bending over and sucking in his gorgeous cock, but he couldn’t bear to look away from his dark eyelashes and flushed cheeks. He wanted to fix it into his mind forever. He crawled closer instead, shoving a knee between Levy’s to make room, and slid the hand he had on his arm all the way down until he found Levy’s. He squeezed, earning a shudder, and then tugged a little. Levy let go like his cock was on fire and Kallen got his own hand on it, grip somewhat loose. And damn, itwashot, like water on the edge of burning.

His friend rested his forehead onto Kallen’s shoulder as he started stroking. Slow at first, collecting some of that lovely preseminal fluid and spreading it all over, reaching with two fingers to caress Levy’s full ball sack at random intervals untilthe alpha had both hands on Kallen’s upper arms, digging in hard enough at points it was likely to bruise. And then he went faster, racing towards the apex with a desperation he’d never experienced with a partner. It was like he was doing it to himself, every cut off whimper and sharp inhalation against the side of his neck making him shudder with want, and...

Clench. Fuck, he waswet. His hand tightened on the upswing, a spike of his own pleasure he couldn’t control. Levy jolted in place and Kallen felt the pulse of ecstasy go through his cock right before the come erupted all over his fingers, burningly hot and copious despite their activities earlier that morning.

He kept going, not caring about the possible mess, just wanting to draw one more chocked and desperate gasp from Levy’s throat, one more and he’d believe it wasn’t just him aching and empty, that—

Levy squeezed his elbow and tugged to get him to stop. He did at once, letting go of the still hard length, but then faltered, because if he pulled his hand out...

The laugh was a little delirious, but it was a laugh. “You could keep your hand in there forever as far as I’m concerned,” Levy suggested, a little breathless but surprisingly coherent. “But Coach might object.”

Kallen snorted, then kissed the side of his face. “Give me your shirt.”

Levy had grumbled, but he’d agreed to sacrifice his shirt to clean-up before going for his own shower. Kallen went to the guest room to change his boxers, blushing when he saw how wet he’d got them.

It had to be because heat was coming up. He hadn’t touched himself there, and Levy obviously hadn’t either, so there was no other reason he’d have got so wet so fast.

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