Page 58 of Scoring Position

That actually sounded nice. Nico didn’t have the focus for chess, sex was off the table, and if he tried to sleep while playing through his dad’s litany of complaints about Nico’s coaches, training regimen, ice time, linemates, and PR coverage, he would end up staring at the ceiling until his eyes bled. “Yes.”

Ryan shooed him out of the kitchen. “Go get set up, I’ll be right there.”

Nico had spent a few minutes scrolling through Netflix on the downstairs TV when Ryan appeared with a bowl of popcorn and a mug of tea. “Decaf, half sweet,” he said, passing it over.

Nico took the tea and stared at it for a moment, the warm ceramic comforting. Ryan really was a pretty good boyfriend. He smiled. “Thanks.”

The moment stretched out like taffy, and then Ryan cleared his throat and set the popcorn on the coffee table. “So. What’s on?”

Considering Ryan’s penchant for movies and his eclectic taste, Nico handed him the remote. “You pick.”

Ryan debated only for a moment and scrolled down toSome Like it Hot. “Ever seen this one?”

A black-and-white film that probably came out before Nico’s grandfather was born? “No,” he said wryly.

Ryan grinned and handed him the popcorn bowl. “Cool. You’ll like it.”

And that might have been true… if Nico could concentrate on it. It certainly seemed, on the surface, delightfully queer for its time. Under other circumstances, he’d be willing to give it another shot.

But tonight Ryan was warm next to him, wearing a T-shirt that showed off his broad chest, and sweatpants with nothing underneath—heneverwore underwear beneath his sweatpants—and every time he reached into the popcorn bowl in Nico’s lap, Nico got more and more distracted.

He wasn’t sure Ryan was doing it on purpose until he took half a minute to determine that the bowl was empty, while Nico held the bowl steady against his crotch and tried not to push into the slightest vibrations from Ryan’s fingers.

“Ryan…,” he whispered. He wasn’t sure if he was complaining or pleading. “My parents….”

“Are in bed,” Ryan reminded him. He removed the bowl from Nico’s lap. “With jet lag. And I bet they had some wine with dinner.”

Well, yes, they had… but—

“And it’s going to be a long ten days,” Ryan added. His hand was in Nico’s lap now, palming Nico’s erection through his pants. “So we should take advantage while we can.”

Nico stifled a groan. “Fuck, please….”

Ryan’s hand stilled and Nico realized his mistake. “No, you’re right,” he said, pulling his hand away. He was such a littleshit. “We probably shouldn’t.”

Nico was going tokill him. Withsex. “You can’tleave me like this.” Well, he could, but Nico would skip the movie and go jerk off in his bedroom. Which was a lot closer to his parents than the basement. So really, they might as well get off together.

Surely they could be quiet enough, down here, to keep his parents in the dark?

“No?” Ryan teased. He half turned on the couch and rubbed his thumb over Nico’s nipple, right through his shirt. Fuck, he knew how much Nico liked that.

He licked his lips.

Ryan tracked the movement with dark eyes. “You gonna make it worth my while?” he teased.

Nico would do whatever he wanted as long as he got to come, and he was too turned-on to be embarrassed by it. “Yes.”

Ryan cursed and tossed a pillow on the floor between his feet. “Fuck. Get on your knees, then.”

Nico’s body prickled with sweat as he scrambled to comply, and his cock leaked in his underwear.

Ryan didn’t make him wait for a touch. He carded his fingers through Nico’s hair with one hand and shoved down his pants with the other. His dick was already hard and red, sticking straight up against his stomach. “I don’t know how we’re gonna go ten whole days,” he groaned as he pulled Nico closer. “Getting caught would be, like, Mr. Freeze right to the nuts, but I want you so bad.”

“So we won’t get caught,” Nico said with more confidence than he felt.

And then he took Ryan’s cock in his mouth.

His lips felt swollen already.

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