Page 86 of Drop the Gloves
So he gave Riley more.He gave Riley everything.
His jaw muscles burned, and his knees hurt where they dug into the rough hotel carpet.He felt like he could barely breathe, but when Riley’s legs started trembling, it was worth it.He eased Riley’s left leg over his shoulder to bear some of his weight.
“You’re the fucking worst,” Riley babbled.“You drive me fucking crazy, holy fuck.How am I supposed to...why do you have to...Evan, Evan, Evan...”There wasn’t anything intelligible after that, just variations of his name in that broken voice, half prayer and half curse.As if Evan had any of the power here.
Evan got little more than a whimper in warning before Riley came down his throat.He waited until the pulses stopped before he slowed down, swallowing every drop and keeping Riley’s cock in his mouth until it softened.When he pulled off, Riley grunted.Evan looked up and marveled at how fucked out he looked, head thrown back against the wall, his hair a mess as if he’d been pulling it, and a drop of sweat trailing down his neck.
You look beautiful,he almost said but caught himself.That wasn’t a word in their shared vocabulary for these hookups.Hot.Fuckable.Sexy.Those were allowed.Safe.
Beautiful...where the fuck had that come from?
Evan guided Riley’s leg back to the ground and got up with shaky legs.He had no plan except easing the weight off of him, but as soon as he was standing, chest pressed against Riley’s, Riley’s eyes flew open.
“You wanna fuck me?”he asked.His voice sounded raw, like he’d the one who’d had a dick down his throat.
That did sound amazing, but Evan didn’t think he’d last very long.And as much as he’d love the feel of Riley’s tight heat wrapped around him, he didn’t want to move.They were touching, head to toe, and he couldn’t bear to give that up.So instead, he found Riley’s hand and brought it around his dick, straining uncomfortably in his joggers.
“Your hand,” he said.I want to watch you when I come,he thought but was too scared to say it.When Riley looked down to get Evan out of his joggers and wrap his hand around his aching dick, Evan nudged his face back up.Their eyes locked, and he hoped he wouldn’t have to explain.
Don’t look away.Please…
He leaned down to rest his forehead against Riley’s, so all they could see was each other.They shared the same air, breathing in and out together even when Evan’s hitched as he got closer and closer to the edge.His whole world was Riley Barczyk.
As predicted, Evan didn’t last long.Only a minute or two of Riley’s hand working him and he came, spurts of come soaking into both of their shirts.It was more relief than pleasure, and he let it wash over him.
“Don’t faint on me,” Riley said.“You’ll crush me.”
He moaned and shifted so he could rest more against the wall instead of Riley, but he couldn’t quite force himself to stand up yet.He had an arm around Riley’s waist, so he pulled him closer.He’d just wanted to check on Riley.He hadn’t planned on having sex.Was this all their relationship was?
Did he want it to be something else?
“Can I, uhm…” Evan dreaded each word as he pushed them out.“Could I stay here?Tonight?”
Riley stiffened, then relaxed.“Kind of presumptuous.”
“Sor—”
Riley pinched him.“Shut the fuck up, Evan.Yes, you can fucking stay the night.Take off your nasty shirt first.”
They were in bed a few minutes later, the lights off and curtains sealed tightly.Riley fit perfectly in Evan’s arms, the two of them tucked in the comforter to keep out the winter chill.It was nice and comfortable and definitely not how they did things.
Evan liked it a lot.
36
Despite a cosy morningof making out in Riley’s room and exchanging handjobs in the shower, Riley was just as surly the next day.He avoided everyone, eating breakfast in his hotel room and sitting by himself on the plane with his headphones unable to contain the loud music playing while he stared out into the clouds.Evan worried.Riley was a go-with-the-flow guy, and yet here he was, stuck in the mud.
Evan wanted to believe Riley’s current foul mood had nothing to do with him.Things had been nice last night and this morning, right?If Riley were upset at Evan, he would’ve said something.Or, more likely, he could’ve told Evan to fuck off and not yanked him into his room for sex.Or he could’ve told Evan to leave instead of letting him stay.There was just enough evidence for Evan to pretend he wasn’t connected, so he took hold of it fiercely.
Once or twice, he reached out while they were back in Pittsburgh, but Riley seemed uninterested with hanging out with Evan or anyone from the team.
“He’s worried about his misconduct,” Lawson confided with a group of them at the end of practice.As soon as the coaches ended practice, Riley had sprinted off the ice and disappeared.
“What do you mean?”Dalton asked.“The game’s over.We lost.Damage done.”
“The league is required to review all game misconducts for further disciplinary measures,” Lawson said.“With Barzy’s track record, they might come down hard on him to make a point.”
“All he did was yell at the ref!”Dalton was indignant.“And fight a guy!There’s someone who does that in every game, every night!”
