Page 62 of Goaltender Interference

He wiggled those fingers, inadvertently grazing a smooth, raised bump inside, and Jesse made a punched-out sound. “Yesss, right there. Fuck!”

So Connor kept at it, teasing against that spot that seemed to drive Jesse wild. After a while, when Jesse’s kisses stopped and his breath was a noisy rush against Connor’s lips, Jesse braced himself over Connor, pressing their foreheads together, his hair falling down and brushing Connor’s temples.

Jesse sped up his strokes, working himself faster and Connor reached up and tweaked his nipple, pinching it a little. He’d remembered Jesse liking it before, but he was still astonishedwhen Jesse let out a desperate, sharp cry and came onto his chest with a sudden spurt.

The spatter of cum was warm against his skin and Connor pressed in harder with one hand and rubbed Jesse’s nipple with the other. Jesse seemed to come apart, trembling and shaking over him, body clenched so tightly around Connor’s fingers they began to ache.

Jesse slumped onto him with a sigh, burying his face against Connor’s neck, smearing the mess between them. He was boneless and heavy, a sudden warm, dead weight.

Connor eased his fingers out, then wrapped his arms around Jesse. Jesse’s hand was still pressed between their stomachs, his body heavy, his mouth tickling Connor’s neck when he mumbled his name.

Connor felt a rush of something go through him. Maybe pride that he’d been able to make Jesse come so hard when he knew Jesse had probably been with people far more skilled in the bedroom than him.

“Fuck,” Jesse murmured after a minute, his voice still muffled. “Sorry if I’m crushing you.”

“Little bit,” Connor said with a groan. He rolled them onto their sides and sighed with relief when the pressure in his lungs eased. “So we’re pretty okay at that, huh?”

Jesse pulled away far enough to look him in the eye, his head landing beside Connor’s on the pillow, a smile lighting up his face. “Yeah. I think so.”

“Good.” Connor stole a kiss, then eased back. “I should get out of bed and clean up. If I can feel my fucking legs.”

He muttered the last part under his breath but clearly not quietly enough because Jesse let out a sleepy-sounding chuckle.

“There’s tissues on the nightstand,” he mumbled. “Use them.”

Honestly, Connor could probably do with a shower. There was cum in his chest hair for fuck’s sake, but he could feel a familiar heaviness creeping into his limbs. He mopped himself up half-heartedly, then turned to Jesse.

He looked nearly asleep already, sprawled out, his gaze half-lidded. Connor dabbed at Jesse’s skin the best he could when Jesse was generally uncooperative, then called it good enough.

Connor yawned, his jaw cracking loudly, then tossed the used tissues onto the floor, flopping onto his back with a contented sigh. “Fuck. I could use a nap. Seems like a lot of work to get upstairs though.”

Jesse wiggled closer, throwing the sheet and blanket over them both. “Nah, don’t bother. You can stay here.”

“Yeah?” Connor asked, feeling like he should probably keep some distance. They were teammates who were fucking. It wasn’t like they weredating. But another yawn escaped him.

“Mmm,” Jesse said, pillowing his head on Connor’s shoulder.

And then he was out.

Smiling, Connor turned his head, brushing his lips across Jesse’s hair. He was kind of sweet like this. And well, Connor’s eyes were so heavy he could hardly keep them open. Whatever. It would be fine if he took a nap here this once.

Connor yawned again, wrapped an arm around Jesse, then let himself drift off to sleep.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Training camp was brutal as ever. Jesse was thoroughly wrung out by the time they wrapped up on Friday.

They had their first pre-season game scheduled for Sunday, and he’d be playing in it. Teams typically didn’t play their first-string goalies this early in pre-season, but Hoyt and Foley had said they wanted to get Jesse up to speed with the team immediately.

“We’ve been bleeding points in October and November for the past few seasons,” Hoyt had said grimly as they sat in his office. “We had to scramble to snag that wild card spot last spring and we need to get as many points this fall as we can.”

Which meant that Jesse was going to be seeing a lot of time in the net.

Honestly, that was fine with him. He loved playing. Loved that he was going to get to be the starting tendie this year. His goaltending partner would be a guy named Arkady Romaschenko, a Belarusian netminder with a thick accent and very little grasp of the English language.

Like Jesse, the guy had been traded this summer. Unlike Jesse, he’d expected to play at the AHL level, didn’t know anyone, and was the only Slavic-language speaker on the team.

Poor dude.

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