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“I’m close. Just...don’t stop.”
Scott pumped his hips harder, treating it like a challenge. “As soon as you come, I’m gonna come,” he said, partly as encouragement, and partly just stating fact.
“Ah.” Kip clenched the bed sheets in his fists. His eyes screwed tight, his teeth clenched.
“You gonna? Oh, fuck, Kip, look at you. You are, aren’t you?”
“Yes!” he gritted out. “Fuck...fuck...”
Kip cried out, his eyes opening wide as he came all over himself. He spurted endlessly as they both watched, amazed. Then Scott, as promised, growled and came inside Kip, relief hitting him everywhere at once.
Scott kissed him and kissed him, then rolled them over so Kip could lie on top of him, and then kissed him some more.
Kip raised himself up to straddle Scott’s stomach. “That was incredible.”
“It really was,” Scott said. “I—”
“It’s one-thirty,” Kip said, smiling and stroking Scott’s hair. “We can probably get another round in tonight, don’t you think?”
“Yeah.” Scott smiled. He looked up at Kip, and he knew. He knew for sure.
Scott Hunter was in love.
Chapter Fifteen
Kip sat on Scott’s bed and watched him pack for his road trip. He was wearing his own jeans and one of Scott’s New York Admirals hoodies. It was too big for him, but he loved wearing it.
“Can I hold on to this?” he asked, tugging at the strings of the hoodie. “While you’re gone?”
“Of course,” Scott said, tossing some underwear into his suitcase. “As long as you think about me while you’re wearing it.”
“I’ll be thinking about you no matter what I’m wearing.”
Scott smiled and kissed him. He would need to leave by two this afternoon to catch the team bus to the airport. That only gave them another couple of hours together before they’d be apart for nine days.
“I was thinking,” Scott said, “that maybe you could stay here while I’m gone.”
Kip hadn’t been expecting that. He didn’t know what to say.
“Not the whole time, if you don’t want,” Scott said quickly. “I mean, you don’t have to at all, obviously. I just thought—”
“Really? You want me to?”
“Yeah. I do. I like the idea of you being here while I’m gone. At least sometimes. Plus, it would be easier for you to get to work, right?”
What Scott was polite enough not to say was that this apartment was a grown-up place to live, and not Kip’s parents’ house.
“If you’re sure you don’t mind, yeah. That would be great,” Kip said.
“I don’t mind. I can think about you sleeping in my bed while I’m in some lonely hotel rooms.”
“You’ll have your roommate,” Kip pointed out.
“Not the same.”
“And if you ever find yourself without a roommate, we could...”
Scott smirked. “Believe me, I’ll be calling you. Every chance I get.”
