Page 61 of Goaltender Interference

“Shit, you okay?” Connor asked, smoothing his hand more carefully across Jesse’s hair, concerned. “I didn’t?—”

“Fuck, that wasperfect,” Jesse rasped. “I’m gonna pull out now, okay?”

Connor wasn’t sure what he meant until he wiggled his fingers inside Connor’s body.Oh. Jesse pulled free, leaving tingling little sparks in his wake and an odd feeling of emptiness.

Like someone had cut the strings holding him up, Connor staggered back, falling heavily onto the edge of the mattress. The lube bottle rolled toward him, cold against his hip.

Connor’s head still swam a little and he couldn’t quite manage to pull in a steady breath yet. “Fuck,” he said with a gasp.

“You okay there, Connor?” Jesse asked, rising fluidly to his feet, a frown wrinkling his forehead although amusement lurked around his eyes.

Connor nodded, still feeling cum dumb and dazed. “Shit. That was …”

Jesse stalked forward and pushed Connor until he landed on the bed, his feet still resting on the floor. “Yeah? You liked that, huh?”

“Jesus. Liked is an understatement. What did you fuckingdoto me?” Connor asked, swinging his legs up to stretch out fully. He felt like someone had wrung him out like a towel.

Laughing, Jesse clambered onto the bed and settled over him, his skin warm against Connor’s when he lightly rested his weight against his abs. “I gave you your first prostate orgasm.”

“Shit, why didn’t I know how good they are?” Connor asked, still dazed.

“Mmm, not a conversation I want to have right now,” Jesse said, amusement still lurking in his eyes as he braced a hand on the bed beside Connor’s head.

Connor dazedly wondered what the fuck Jesse was talking about but he quickly lost that train of thought when Jesse leaned in, their mouths inches apart. “Hey. You okay with tasting yourself?”

“Uhh, sure,” Connor managed before Jesse’s lips met his.

Truthfully, Jesse mostly tasted like Jesse, though there was something slightly bitter that Connor supposed was probably his cum. He remembered tasting his own jizz once when he was ateenager and deciding it was something he never wanted to do again.

It wasn’t particularly wonderful now either, but a helluva lot better when it involved Jesse’s tongue in his mouth.

They kissed for a few moments, Connor sliding a hand along his thighs, then up his back. Jesse moaned softly, rocking against Connor’s abs, the drag of his cock leaving a sticky trail in its wake.

Connor realized he’d been a little selfish and pulled away. “Fuck, you haven’t come. What do you want?”

“Finger me while I jerk off?” Jesse asked, sitting up and reaching for the lube which had rolled into the tangle of sheets.

“Yeah, whatever you want,” Connor said earnestly.

Jesse laughed. “Oh, you aresogoing to regret you said that.”

Connor groaned, because even dazed, he realized that giving Jesse free rein was a terrible fucking idea. But he held his hand up and let Jesse drizzle lube across his fingers anyway. “How many do you want?”

“Start with two, then give me as much as you can.”

Connor nodded. He reached around Jesse’s hip and teased between his cheeks, getting him slick and messy everywhere before he carefully pushed two fingers inside. Jesse’s body swallowed them easily and Connor groaned when Jesse reached for his cock, wrapping his slick palm around his length.

Jesse’s movements were sure and steady as he fucked forward into his fist, then rocked back onto Connor’s fingers. He closed his eyes, parting his lips, but clearly it wasn’t enough becauseafter a moment he made an impatient noise and rose up onto his knees. “Gimme more.”

“Greedy,” Connor teased but he obediently slid another finger into Jesse’s hole, loving the way his mouth went slack and he groaned, low in his throat.

“You know it.” Jesse ducked his head, leaning in to kiss Connor again.

It was awkward for a moment while they tried to coordinate their movements, but then Jesse began to rock his hips, the fluid roll of them igniting something inside Connor once again.

“Move your fingers,” Jesse begged, his breath gusting against Connor’s lips, his hand bumping Connor’s stomach as he stroked himself. “In and out, find my prostate, whatever you want. Just dosomething.”

That too was awkward, but after a moment, Connor got the hang of it, mesmerized by the sounds Jesse made and the way he clenched around Connor’s fingers.

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