Page 85 of Drop the Gloves
That also made him one of the first off the bus, and he’d disappeared into the hotel before Evan had any hope of catching up to him.
Abernathy
You ok?
Wanna hang out?
We could watch a movie or get a drink
Not ten though I promise
There’d been no response by the time Evan had gone back to his own room.He changed quickly, determined not to be wearing his fucking game suit when he tracked Riley down.There’d been no sign of Riley in the lobby, bar, or hallway.Fuck.Where should he try next?
A door opened down the hall, and Evan whirled around.
“Hey, Nover!”he called as he ran over.
“Abs,” Antonov said.“What’s?—?”
“You know where Barzy’s room is?”
Antonov narrowed his eyes.“Why?”
“I just…” What was a plausible reason?Oh right, the real one.“He had a rough game, and I just wanted to see how he’s doing.”
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” Antonov said.“If Barzy isn’t downstairs looking for a drinking buddy, he needs to cool down on his own.”
“If he tells me to fuck off, I’ll fuck off,” he promised.“Do you know what room he’s in?”
He hesitated long enough that Evan thought he wouldn’t tell him.Maybe he didn’t know, and Evan was wasting his time.But Antonov sighed and pointed to the stairwell.“He’s up a floor.756, I think.Two down from the ice machine, right side.”
“Thanks!”He was already in the stairwell.
You’re just going to check on your linemate,he told himself, taking the steps three at a time.That’s allowed.
Evan knocked on Riley’s room and waited.This was the first time he’d gone without being invited, and for the first time with Riley, Evan worried about rejection.Which shouldn’t be a big deal, right?It’d sting, but they were just messing around.There wasn’t much to reject, right?It’d be awkward for a bit, but they’d get over it.Whenever things had run their course, they’d go back to being teammates.That was always how it’d end.Riley had shown he could keep his personal life separate from hockey, and Evan could do the same.They could be professional.
There was a sound on the other side of the door, and Evan held his breath.His hands were buried deep in his pockets, and his heart was pounding like crazy.It would suck if Riley looked through the peephole, decided not to bother, and Evan had to walk away.Fuck, that would?—
The door clicked open, and Evan was pulled roughly inside by his shirt.He stumbled forward and almost tripped, lips meeting him in a rough kiss as the door was slammed shut behind him.Evan groaned into the kiss, hungry for the taste of Riley after so long without.
So long?It’s only been four days.
That should’ve set off alarm bells, but it didn’t; Evan was too busy kissing Riley.With one arm wrapped around his waist to pull him tighter, the other working into Riley’s hair, Evan moaned as he slipped his index finger into a curl.He stepped forward into Riley, hoping to find the bed so he could press their bodies together and feel more of him.Instead, they bumped into a wall, but it let him trap Riley and sink deeper into the kiss.Their cocks, straining against their clothes, ground together, and this time it was Riley who moaned loudly; Evan greedily swallowed the sound.
Riley broke the kiss.“Get on your knees,” he rasped.Evan didn’t move right away, too stunned by Riley’s lust-blown eyes.It’d been too long since he’d been this close, gotten a chance to pick out the brown and the green specks.“Now,” Riley repeated, with a nudge on Evan’s shoulder.
Evan didn’t think about it; he dropped to his knees and started mouthing at Riley’s dick through his sweatpants.Riley made an almost pained noise and cupped his hand under Evan’s jaw.
“You still haven’t shaved.”He ran his thumb along Evan’s beard and used his other hand to wiggle his sweatpants and boxers down just enough to free his dick.He guided the tip to Evan’s lips, leaving a smear of pre-come.Evan’s tongue licked it off without him thinking about it, and he savored the taste of that familiar musky flavor.“Suck me off, Evan.”
He didn’t need to be told twice.
Despite weeks and weeks of practice, Evan was pretty sure he wasn’t an expert at giving head.It could be overwhelming when he tried to keep a steady rhythm but got lost in the smell and the taste and the feel of Riley.He closed his eyes so he could focus on the weight of Riley’s dick in his mouth.When he breathed in, he inhaled soap and a hint of citrus.He probably smelled exactly the same, but on Riley it made his mouth water.
“Faster,” Riley said, breaking Evan’s train of thought.He let Riley guide his head back and forth, Riley fucking into his mouth with shallow thrusts.And then, once he thought he’d gotten the rhythm Riley wanted, he took over.His hands came up to hold Riley in place, his hips flush against the wall so he couldn’t thrust into Evan’s mouth anymore.Evan moved as fast as he could, his tongue teasing around the shaft, and hummed low in his throat.
“More,” Riley begged.“Fuck, Evan, more...”
