Page 113 of Scoring Position

“Is that so?” Ryan murmured, eyes dancing.

“That’s so,” Nico told him. Then he turned around and went inside, leaving Ryan gaping after him. “Are you coming?”

“AM I—what?”

Ryan hurried to catch up with Nico as he approached the hotel check-in desk. The receptionist smiled at him. “Ah, Herr Kirschbaum,” she said in German. She handed over a prefilled form, which he signed, and then a key. Then she added something Ryan couldn’t quite catch.

Nico thanked her and headed toward the elevator, smug.

Ryan was still scrambling after him when the car arrived and Nico hit the button for what was presumably their floor. He felt like he was several feet behind the play. “Wait, wait. When did you book a hotel room? How did you know where we’d even be?” How did he manage this? “Oh my God, did you book a hotel in every neighborhood in the city?”

Nico rolled his eyes fondly. “No. I told the concierge I forgot where we were meeting for dinner, and when she told me where you’d asked her to make a reservation, I booked a room here.”

That littlesneak.

The elevator doors closed behind them.

Nico added smugly, “Bishop to C7. Check.”

Ryan stared at him. “You booked a hotel room near our restaurant.”

“I mean, if you’d rather wait half an hour until we can get back to the team hotels—”

“You booked a hotel room near our restaurant so we could get nakedhalf an hour earlier.” That just—how could he—?

This was some grand-cinematic-moment shit. All that was missing was the rising music. Ryan’s heart stuttered and his cheeks flushed, and for the first time in his adult life, the words were bursting on his tongue and he didn’t want to hold them back. “I love you.”

The elevator doors dinged open. Nico backed out of them, grinning. “I know.”

Oh, God damn it. Ryan made a noise of outraged, turned-on delight and stalked after him toward their room.

They stumbled through the hotel room door laughing into each other’s mouths. Ryan felt light and warm and whole and in love, and he couldn’t get enough. He wanted to touch Nico everywhere—his hair, his neck, the top of his ass. Nico dragged him along by the belt buckle, simultaneously attempting to undo it.

“I fuckingmissed you,” Ryan sighed against his mouth, scoring his teeth over Nico’s lower lip. “God, I missed you so much.”

Nico moaned agreeably and pulled down Ryan’s zipper.

Ryan swore when Nico got his hand around his cock, and fisted his hand in Nico’s hair. “You missed me too, huh?”

Shuddering, Nico squeezed gently. “Want me to show you how much?”

Stupid question. “Oh God yes.”

Nico let go of his cock and kissed his mouth, deep and gentle, framing Ryan’s face with his hands. “Should I tell you what I want?”

Ryan met his eyes as Nico made himself comfortable between Ryan’s thighs, shouldering them apart in a way that laid waste to Ryan’s self-control. “Be my guest.”

Nico bussed a kiss over his hip and took him in hand again. “First I want to get your dick in my mouth.” He stuttered a little onwant, and Ryan could feel the heat of his flush on the skin of his thighs.

Ryan’s cock twitched in Nico’s loose grip.

“And then I want to open you up,” Nico continued, a little more confidently, and gestured with his head at the table next to the bed, where a basket of condoms and lube had pride of place.

Ryan blinked at it.

Nico explained, “Special instructions with my reservation.”

“I love you,” Ryan said again.

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