Page 83 of Two for Holding
(Posted to the San Francisco Sea Lions official Instagram on 7/14/2024)
Jax spent the entire road trip sharing Tom’s hotel room.
He knew it would blow up in his face.He could count the ways it was a bad idea on both hands, and somehow, “it’ll fuck up the team dynamics beyond repair” didn’t even make the top five.He just couldn’t help himself.
On the plane ride down to Los Angeles, PR sent out an email announcing the launch of the shelter project on social media for Wednesday, reaffirming the deadline for whatever Jax had with Tom.
Tom caught his eye on the way out of the plane, and Jax knew he had to make the most of the seven days he had left.
It had only been a few weeks since they’d first kissed.A month was not enough, not when Jax wanted years.He wanted so many things with Tom.He wanted to cook dinners for him, real dinners with unhealthy carbs and butter and all the things they couldn’t eat during the season.He wanted to sit on Tom’s ridiculous couch with Tom’s feet in his lap, rubbing them while they watched something mindless.With no outlet for his want, he spent the bus ride to the hotel looking up increasingly pricey sweaters soft enough that Tom would feel like he was wearing a cloud.
He wanted other things too.He wanted to know who Tom had given his one and only blow job to in Juniors.He wanted to know what Tom thought about Coach Morris living in Phil Easton’s spare room and hear his theories about why the coaching staff did the things they did.He wanted to gossip about Breezy’s newest girl—Brittany.Breezy had talked to her grandmother on the phone to make sure she actually was Italian.He wanted to discuss his concerns about Hayes and Vanderbilt and whether Howie had gotten even more obnoxious since learning to be less of a dick.But since they’d started sleeping together, they’d lost the ability to talk about hockey when they were alone, as if bringing the team into what they shared would blur the boundaries, and they wouldn’t be able to leave this thing behind them.
Jax didn’twantto leave it behind them.
So, he followed Tom to his hotel room in the evening and left at the crack of dawn so no one would catch them.He played like shit, and they lost against Los Angeles; the next night, he did it again, and they lost against Anaheim as well.
They beat Arizona, but winning against the Prairie Dogs was akin to playing chess with a five-year-old.Sometimes, Jax thought it would be good to let them win, to help them build confidence.
The words “impulse control” rattled around Jax’s brain, but what little he had, he’d used up not falling on his knees and begging Tom to keep him a little longer.
On Monday, they returned to San Francisco, and Tom invited him over one last time.
Jax made good on his earliest promise.He tied Tom to the bed with his ugliest game-day ties (there were a lot to choose from) and took his time.Tom was perfect under him, pliant and relaxed and staring up at Jax as if he’d hung the moon.
Jax did his level best to live up to it.He started at Tom’s ankles and kissed his way up his legs, then did the same thing from wrists to shoulders.He pressed their bodies together from thigh to chest and kissed Tom as thoroughly as he knew how.With Tom distracted, Jax opened up quickly and perfunctorily.He rolled a condom down Tom’s cock, hard between them, settled one knee on either side of Tom’s hips, and sank down slowly.
Tom’s eyes flew open, wide and shocked.His hips bucked up, hindered by the clamp of Jax’s thighs around them.
A high, keening noise left his throat.
“You’ve never been inside someone, have you?”Jax realized.
Tom shook his head mutely.
Jax rolled his hips as slowly as he could.“Good,” he said fiercely.“I want all your firsts.I want you to remember this for the rest of your life.”
Wrapped in the hideous teal-and-orange tie, Tom’s right hand flexed as if he wanted to reach out and touch.“I could never forget.”
Jax leaned down to kiss him again and began moving properly.
He’d planned to take his time, and he tried, but he couldn’t.He sped up by accident and then forced himself to slow when it got too good, over and over until they both panted for breath.
Under him, Tom bit his lips red, head turning from side to side.“Jax,” he begged.“Jax, please.”
“A little longer,” Jax said, hanging on by the skin of his teeth and by virtue of the fact that he hadn’t touched his own cock yet.He didn’t want it to end.
Tom strained against the ties.The tendons in his neck stood out.His mouth dropped open, and a flush crawled up his cheeks.
Jax didn’t decide to speed up again; his body was beyond his control, bucking up and grinding down.Tom groaned, his whole body tightening and then going loose again as he came.Only his hips moved, pushing up and up and up as deep as he could go into Jax.
Jax reared up, reaching for his own cock, but the realization came faster than he could.
It was over.
He paused a moment too long and bitterness overwhelmed him, killing his arousal.
Swallowing around the lump in his throat, he pulled off of Tom.He discarded the condom—that was a first Tom could have with someone else—and set about untying Tom.His hands shook a little, his eyes blurring.
