Him (Him #1)(79)

“Always have.” I swallow hard. “Always will.”

It’s not clear who moves first. But a second later our lips brush, then press together. I moan even before Jamie’s tongue parts my lips. I kiss him hard, and he gives as good as he gets.

Time slips. Once we start kissing we don’t stop. My lips are swollen and I’m so hard it’s painful. But this isn’t about sex. Each kiss is a promise of more to come. I know we need to stop. There are plans to make, and there’s a dinner I have to get to, but each time I tell myself that this is the last kiss, I go back for one more. And then one more.

I pull back eventually. “You have to live here,” I blurt out.

“Wha?” Jamie says, looking dazed. His cheeks are flushed and I’ve tousled his hair.

“A twenty-two-year-old rookie might have a roommate, especially an old hockey friend. It would actually be weirder if you were coming and going all the time.”

He smiles, and I think he’s going to make a joke about coming and going. “Did you just ask me to move in with you?”

“Well…yeah. Would you?”

Jamie’s eyes sweep the room. “I can’t afford this place.”

I’m already shaking my head. “That is not going to be an issue. You can pay the utilities or some shit.”

“I can’t…”

“Yeah, you can. Consider it a gift for putting up with ten months of hiding.”

“I can’t pay nothing.”

“Fine. Contribute what you would otherwise budget for rent money.” I stand, offering him a hand. “Come on, let’s have a tour.” I don’t want to talk about money. Fuck that.

Jamie takes my hand and follows me to the little hallway off the kitchen.

“We’ll put a bed in this room, but it’s not going to be our room. You can have a desk in here, though, if you need one for your job. It will give you a place to work.”

This all seems so easy now. Toronto just became a place I really want to be. “And this is our bedroom.” I walk him into the big room, which is slotted into a corner of the building. “See how private? When we f*ck, nobody can hear us.” I risk a look at Jamie, and his eyes are molten.

Fucking hell. Shouldn’t have said that. I’m hard, and there’s no time to do anything about it. “Wait. What time is it, anyway?”

He checks his watch. “Six.”

Shit! “I have to be at this restaurant in a half hour. And my hotel is on the other side of town…” I look down at what I’m wearing. Track pants and flip-flops. Great. I’m going to be late for my first team event. Goddamn it. I chuckle, because it’s either that or cry. And I’ve already done the latter today.

“Babe, do you want to wear this?” Jamie indicates his suit.

“Really?”

He shrugs. “You don’t have to, but…”

“Let’s try it.” I laugh, because this is crazy. But that’s what happens when he and I are together. Crazy happens.

And we are just about the same size. Jamie’s waist might be a little wider than mine, but he’s wearing a belt.

He’s looking down at himself, doing the same math. “What size are your feet?”

“Ten and a half.”

“I’m eleven,” he says. “Close enough.”

We’re grinning like idiots as we strip off our clothes in the big empty bedroom. Jamie is down to only his dress socks, and I groan at the view. “I hope this dinner doesn’t last too long. Will you stay with me tonight at the hotel?”

He licks his lips. “Sure. But you’ll have to tell me where that is.” He passes me his shirt and I put it on. It smells like him. I’m going to be horny all evening. The best kind of torture.

We make the switch and I don’t look half bad. The jacket shoulders are a little wider than I’d wear them, but f*ck, who cares. “I forgot something.”

“What?”

I work on tying Jamie’s tie, but there’s no mirror, so it’s slow going. “That night we were making the list of benefits of being gay? Borrowing your boyfriend’s clothes.”

Clucking his tongue, he pushes my hands out of the way and straightens the knot. “You look hot in my suit.”

“You look hot in anything.”

He reaches down and squeezes my dick through the wool trousers. “You get a blowjob later, just for saying that.”

I groan. Then I have a thought so evil I almost can’t say it with a straight face. “Tonight, I want you in nothing but my Toronto jersey.”

Jamie sputters with laughter and gives my cheek a fake slap. “You ass. I’m not your puck bunny.”

“Please? I’ve never f*cked a puck bunny. This is my only chance.”

He wraps his arms around my body and squeezes my ass. I receive a single, bruising kiss before he steps back. “Now give me your hotel key and go to your dinner already. No more lip.”

When I step out onto the sidewalk a few minutes later, I’m a little dazed and walking carefully in shoes that are slightly too big.

And I’ve never felt better in my life.





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