Nights

I'm not the greatest at relationships. Perhaps because it'd have to be a secret, I've never actually dated a guy. Plenty of hookups, sure, and friends-with-benefits situations, but calling a guy "mine" for more than a night? Never done that. I don't think I know how.

Now I look at Jason, grinning ear to ear as he pours champagne into Cole's mouth, and I wonder if it might be something I can learn.

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It's past 2am when we leave the party suite. We're both drunk in the hotel hallway, leaning on each other, trying not to laugh, trying not to kiss. The keycard swipes on my door and we stumble inside in the dark. I reach for the light switch. Jason looks up at me with his deep brown eyes.

Something inside me threatens to break, and I force it to stay together. I lean in and kiss him, and he returns the favor, his beard pressing against my face. It's gentle. More gentle than I expected considering the circumstances.

Eventually he pulls back and sighs. "Nick, I--"

I don't want him to finish. "I know."

"But--"

"I know." I drop my gaze to the floor. "Listen, let's not think about it."

"I can't not think about it. I can't not think about you." Jason puts his hand on my cheek, forces me to look at him. "I don't know if you feel the same way, but--"

"I do," I say.

There's an electric silence between the two of us.

"What do we do about that?" he says.

I swallow, hard. "We enjoy the fuck out of each other tonight, Jas."

A smile starts to form. "Alright."

Our lips crash together again, and it's anything but gentle. I can feel his need, not just in his cock pressing into mine but in how hungrily he's kissing me, in the way his mouth feels against mine, in his little whimpers as I trace my fingers along the sides of his face.

Reaching around to give his ass a squeeze, I break off our kiss long enough to say, "up."

"Huh?" he says, his cheeks pink.

"Let me pick you up," I say.

"Fuck," he breathes. "Alright."

He jumps into me then, wrapping his legs around my waist and his arms around my neck. I catch him, hands supporting his ass. He's somehow lighter than I expected. And he's leaning in to kiss me again, one of hands grabbing the back of my head, trying to pull me closer when he's already in my arms.

I walk us toward the bed while we kiss, pausing our kiss only when we've reached it. Jason looks at me expectantly, his fingers tracing patterns in the hair on the back of my head.

"You're still a good goalie, right?" I ask.

"Fuck, Nick," he says.

"That's not an answer."

He groans. "Yes. Yes, I am."

"Good."

I give him another quick kiss, then set him down on the bed, leaning down so my weight is still on top of him. His legs are still wrapped around my waist, and he uses them to pull me against him. My cock presses into his thigh, and he sighs. The longing in his eyes is tangible.

"You're so fucking hot, it's not fair," he says, pulling my face into his again.

I lean back, raise an eyebrow. "Fair?"

"Well--"

"Didn't realize I was supposed to be fair," I say.

He groans.

The grin's starting to creep across my face. I untangle myself from his legs, stand, start to take off my belt. Jason's eyes are wide as he watches it flit through the loops of my jeans. He eyes me carefully as I undo the button, the fly, hook my thumbs into the waistband and tug them down a little. My jeans fall to the floor and he licks his lips quickly.

"Did you just lick your--"

He immediately turns pink. "Ah--"

"You little slut," I say, leaning back over him on the bed. "You want to taste me?"

His eyes are so dark, so full, so close to mine. "Yes," he whispers.

I kiss him like there's no fucking tomorrow. Well, there kind of isn't, actually, but I push that thought from my mind.

Jason's hands find my cock and tease it, gently stroking the length. I gasp into his mouth, and he smiles into mine, keeping his hands working along my shaft.

"Fuck, Jas," I manage, between kisses, "I need you."

He pulls back from our kiss, his hair disheveled and his eyes wild. "Then have me," he says.

Fuck. I stand up again and grab the back of his head, pulling him toward me. Obediently, he sits up and positions his mouth at the head of my cock. His breath's warm and I'm practically dripping at the thought of his lips wrapped around me.

He's gentler than I want him to be, planting wet kisses along my cock. But soon enough his tongue's lapping at the tip and he's taking more and more of me, letting my cock glide through his hot mouth. I reach for his hair, conscious of the fact that he has a gag reflex and can't take all of me. Still, I grab a fistful to hold onto as his head bobs up and down my cock.

"Good fucking boy," I groan, and he moans back at me. "You feel so good, Jas."

I have him worship me until he starts whimpering. I look down and realize he's rubbing himself over his pants, stroking his cock through two layers of fabric. His little moans are almost too fucking much. I pull the hair on the back of his head, uncorking my cock from his mouth.

"Fuck, Nick," he says. "I'm sorry, I--"

"Don't be sorry." I lean down and grab the sides of his waistband. "I can help with that."

He laughs, raising his hips so I can pull his pants over his ass. His cock springs up, freed. Before his pants are even on the floor, his cock's in my mouth. His hips buck under my hands. And that laugh has turned to a low moan.

I pull his cock out of my mouth, take some delight in feeling his hips jerk at my absence.

"You want me to fuck you?" I ask, placing a soft kiss on his tip.

He shudders and nods. "Fuck. Please."

The lube's taken up residence on his nightstand. I reach for it, then pause and take my shirt off. Jason does too, twisting a little bit to get free. Then it's just us, nude and panting slightly, as I take the lube to my cock. I'm bent over him on the bed, his legs loosely wrapped around my waist again.

He's tight. Even with all the fucking we've done over the past week, he's tight. It takes a few seconds to sink into him, to sheath myself. A few more seconds of letting him adjust to the sensations.

Then he's using his legs to squeeze me into him, sighing at the feeling. I pull most of the way out and he squeezes me close again. He's biting his bottom lip, looking up at me with those brown eyes.

Fuck. How can you not fuck a man like this?

So I do, plunging in and out of his tight hole as he clings to me with his thighs. He's stroking himself too, spitting into his palm for moisture. I wrap one of my hands around his throat, supporting myself with the other. We keep eye contact while I fuck him, and the pleasure on his face is undeniable.

"Fuck, Nick," he whispers. His little moans are delicious. I swoop down and kiss him, and the moans flow directly into my mouth.

Jason turns his head to the side to breathe. "I'm so close," he says, closing his eyes. "Tell me to cum."

Whatever was breaking inside me earlier shatters completely.

"Cum for me, Jas. Fucking cum." I turn his head back to face me, look into his eyes. "Cum on my cock for me."

He moans in ecstasy, shooting hot cum onto both our chests. I can feel him clenching around my cock, and the sensation is enough to send me over the edge too. I cum in his hole, gasping for breath as the orgasm shoots through me.

"Fuck," Jason mutters.

I release my grip on his throat. "You're such a good fucking goalie."

He groans, pulling me down for a kiss. Then he smiles up at me, innocent, as though I'm not still fully inside him.

"You wanna get cleaned up?" he says.

"Shower?" I reply.

He nods.

Gingerly, I slide my cock out. Reach for the bedside tissues to clean us up. Wipe us both dry, then head for the bathroom and turn the shower on.

He slides up behind me while I'm waiting for the water to heat up, wrapping his arms around my midsection. "Thank you," he says.

"No, thank you," I tell him. "This has been-- a great week."

"I don't want you to go," he says.

"I know," I say back. "I don't either."

He kisses my shoulder. "What are we gonna do about that, then?"

I smile gently. "Enjoy the fuck out of each other. The night's young."

"Nick, it's 3am."

"And?" I turn around to face him, notice the hurt in his eyes. "They'll just think we're hungover in the morning."

He chuckles. "Yeah, true."

"Let's shower."