Page 79 of Riding Pine
“It’s the Christmas season. I couldn’t resist.” I shrug.
“Your dick is Rudolph’s nose.” Lukas slides the fabric aside with a single finger before kissing the inside of my thigh. “Is he supposed to guide me somewhere?”
“He was supposed to make you laugh.”
Lukas kisses my belly before sliding the festive underwear down and having me step out of my pants, leaving me naked in the middle of the kitchen. The soft whir of the oven is the only sound,along with my ragged breathing as Lukas kisses his way up my body.
When he rises back to standing, he tilts my chin and places a tender kiss on my mouth. “It made me smile, and it made me thankful to have you to come home to.”
“Lukas…”
I’m not one to be at a loss for words. Especially with him. But right now, I’m all scrambled inside. My tongue feels too thick, and words can’t seem to form in any coherent order anymore. Maybe I said I love you too much, and my brain just had a meltdown. My hands clutch his shoulders, and Lukas seems to know my struggle.
“I’ve got you, Ben. I know.”
He kisses me, and I climb his body as his hands lift me by the ass. I can’t stop kissing him, even as he walks us from the kitchen to the bedroom without bumping us into the walls. The bed creaks as he lays me gently on top and blankets my body with his.
“Quick and dirty for now, baby. I’ll make it up to you later.”
“Nothing to make up. It’s always good with you.”
Lukas reaches into the drawer and, after warming the substance in his hands, drops the lube on the bed. His slick hand on my dick has my hips pushing up, seeking more. It’s always more with Lukas. More sex, more conversations, more of his scent on my pillow and more of sharing this space with him.
My toes, still in my red and green socks, curl into the bedding as I reach up for Lukas. “I want to kiss you when I come.”
“Anything you want, Ben.”
I won’t over-analyze the fact that phrase, in the softest of voices, sends me over the edge. My orgasm is hard and fast, leaving me gasping into Lukas’s mouth, still gripping his shoulders asI reacquaint myself with the earth. It’s only when his shoulder muscles bunch under my fingers and warmth hits my skin that I register I haven’t even touched his cock. He jerked me off, then himself, and he eases himself to the side with a shaky arm.
“I don’t know how you can hold handstands so long. I could barely hold myself above you without collapsing.”
“It’s a state of mind sometimes,” I say.
Lukas dusts a finger over my cheek. “My state of mind right now is to tell you I love you.”
The timer on the oven begins buzzing, and we both laugh softly.
“Let me get that out of the oven. We can clean up, and you can tell me all night if you want. I’ll never tire of hearing it.”
Lukas’s hands grip the wheel as we drive towards the rink.
It’s his first game at home while being benched. Riding pine, I learned, is what the players call it. Of course, I had to snicker like a teenager and tell Lukas that riding pine is the best thing ever. It earned me a side-eye, but it also earned me an intense orgasm while bent over the couch, so I’d say it was worth it.
He told the team yesterday why he was sitting out games, while I waited patiently for him at the pub across the street. He expected to be pushed aside by his teammates, maybe even shunned as they moved towards the Christmas break in pivotal games without theircaptain. Lukas was lower than I’d ever seen him when we drove to the rink.
But that’s not the response he got.
He went through all the pregame warm-ups with the team today. Instead of getting the cold shoulder, he was applauded for his honesty. Although Evans was still a complete asshole about it, but whatever. He gave a pep talk to the team before returning home for my favourite ritual—the pregame nap.
Now we’re driving to the rink again, a little later than he’d normally go, since he won’t be dressing and doesn’t need the time to get in his headspace.
And we’re driving together. It’s the first time we’ll walk into the rink hand in hand. While I don’t have anything to signal that I’m the mascot, it feels like an enormous shift in our relationship.
“I get to watch you live tonight. Not on a phone screen or a sneak-peek at your routine. Live.” He beams a smile my way. “I’m so excited.”
“Really?”
“Well, yeah. Now that everyone knows about us, I don’t have to sneak around about it or get James to send me videos. I can cheer for you.”
