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Neil leaned in for another kiss, this time slick and demanding.I'll take it from there, he seemed to be saying,just come with me on this ride, come on.

As if Ryan would say no to that.

As if he hadn't been dreaming about it for months.

Soon enough, they were both rolling their hips, ruttingagainst each other and kissing or panting into each other's mouth. Everything was heightened—the sounds, the taste, the sparks running all over Ryan's body, harder, faster, more—and when the orgasm hit, he whined into Neil's mouth, coming in his boxers because they hadn't even opened their jeans for this.

Neil bit his shoulder as he came a moment later, shuddering until he collapsed, spent, and warm, and increasingly heavy as the seconds ticked by.

Ryan didn't mind the weight, though. Not at all.

He stared at the sky, unblinking.

This really happened. It wasn't a dream, it wasn't a fantasy. It had happened.

Neil had kissed him, they kissed some more, and then they came. Together.

Neil had kissed him.

The guy in question rolled off onto his back, and for a second, Ryan was scared to look at him, to know what he was thinking.

But when Ryan did finally glance his way, Neil was right there, with a smile expanding into a grin, bright and happy.

Ryan grinned back.

Everything he wanted, right there.

They turned onto their sides to face each other, and Ryan ran his teeth over his lower lip, wondering what came next. Should they talk? Or could they just kiss some more, instead?

"You good?" he finally asked in a whisper.

Neil nodded. "Yeah. Yes. You?"

"Better than." Ryan's cheeks were starting to hurt from all the grinning. "I'm great."

"Me too." Neil moved his hand next to where Ryan's was lying between them and hooked their pinkies together. "I'm great."

"Awesome."

"Yeah."

Swallowing his laughter down, Ryan leaned in and kissed Neil again, lingering there for a minute or two.

"I know we have to go soon, but— Can we stay for a bit longer?" Neil whispered, tugging their joined hands under the blanket and closing his eyes.

"Sure."

Whatever you want.

Neil's hum was his only answer, and Ryan settled in to watch him, his heart overflowing with everything that had been hidden for so long and was now suddenly pushing its way out of the dark.

He couldn't wait to find out how to be in this new way with Neil, on top of everything else they were, and did, and had with each other. They shared almost everything, outside of hockey, and now there was this new, amazing thing for them to have.

And there was no better person to figure things out with than his best friend.

That part had always been true, no matter what.

CHAPTER SEVEN

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