Page 66 of No Pucks

Before I even open my eyes, my head pounds and my chest is tight in a way only being hungover makes you feel. But this isn’t from alcohol. No, this particular type of wake up only ever comes from fucking emotions.

No wonder I try to avoid them at all costs.

I pry open my lids to find Anthony laying on his side, facing me, still asleep, his hand stretched out between us like he’s reaching for me even in his unconscious state.

Get a fucking grip.

He’s not reaching for me. This is not the time or place to enter a delusional love phase. I lock myself back down so as not to be an embarrassment and slip out of bed. The sun is only just above the horizon, casting a sheen of gold over the Potomac. I run my hand through my hair. Where the fuck is my life going? How did I get here? And why do I not want to leave? It should be easy to walk out like I’ve done with countless other one-night stands, but I can’t with Anthony.

Anthony took my phone out of my hand last night and put it somewhere. I pick up my jock and slip it back on while I search for the rest of my things. I end up with a pile of my clothes but no phone.

I rub my eyes and exhale. I need coffee before I try to use my brain today. Thankfully, there’s a coffee maker in the room. I get a cup going and start a second as soon as it’s finished, because Anthony is stirring.

I bring both mugs to bed, setting one on his bedside with sugar and two creamer pods. He opens one eye as I slip back in.

“I could get used to this.”

“You like coffee in bed? That’s easy.”

He shakes his head, reaching out to grab my bare thigh. “No. Waking up to you in a jock.”

His cock tents the sheet, making it clear where his head is at. “No wonder you need a younger guy. You’re as horny as I am.”

“You bring it out in me.” He leans over to brush his lips across my hip.

I chuckle into my coffee and use my free hand to grip him through the sheet. “I’m not complaining, I promise.”

He groans against my skin. “Keep doing that.”

“I plan to. I want to make you come before I have to leave.” I play, twisting over him, using the sheet to my advantage with soft touches, edging him while I enjoy my coffee.

He feeds into it, biting my hip, my thigh, then curling around me to sink his teeth into my ass. I’m painfully hard under my jock.

“Put your cup down, or it’s ending up all over the bed.” Anthony flips his knee over my thighs, raising up over me.

I set it on the nightstand and then run my hands over his bare ass. “What do you want?”

“Look how compliant you can be. Why aren’t you this way on the ice?” He rubs his tip over my lips.

“Because hockey doesn’t come with your cock.” I part my lips to lick pre-cum off his tip.

“What if it did?”

I glance up, sucking on his head.

“I’ll reward you when you do what I tell you on the ice.”

I moan around his cock, my mouth too full to reply.

“Is that a yes?” He cups my face, forcing more of his dick down my throat.

I give a slight nod, the only thing I can manage with his hands and cock preventing more.

“Such a good boy. Now, swallow my cum.”

Gladly.

I replyto my brother when I get on the flight.

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