Adam burst out laughing. “Hey, fuck you, they’re not that bad.” He took a step forward, the intent in his eyes clear.
“You’re weak on your left side though,” Etienne said hurriedly.
Adam paused, brows drawing together.
“You shoot right,” Etienne continued, “but you should strengthen your left side. You leave it open too much, and everyone knows it. How often do you get the puck stolen from that side?”
Something unreadable flickered through Adam’s eyes. “I do okay.” He took another step forward.
Etienne was saved by the elevator chiming and the doors sliding open. They stepped out into a dimly lit hall, Etienne’s feet sinking soundlessly into the lush carpet. In front of a door with the number 501 on it, Adam fumbled with his keys, dragging them out and then dropping them. Etienne bent to retrieve them at the same time as Adam did, and froze, their faces an inch apart.
Adam licked his lips and leaned forward.
Etienne scooped the keys off the floor and straightened. “Which one is it?”
Adam straightened too, eyes narrowing. “What’s going on with you?”
“Nothing. Which key is it?”
Adam indicated and Etienne somehow managed to get the door open. He held it for Adam to go through first, following him inside.
He stopped dead at the entrance to the living room.
“Not what you expected?” Adam inquired, tone dry.
Etienne glanced at him and then back at the living room, with its hardwood floors, the pinball machine in the corner, and the miniature golf course taking up most of the room.
“You have a golf course in your living room,” he said blankly.
Adam came around the corner holding two beers. He held one out to Etienne, who took it dumbly. “I like golf,” he said, shrugging.
“But in your living room,” Etienne said.
“That just means you can fuck me on the green,” Adam said innocently, and Etienne choked on his beer.
He coughed and spluttered, surfacing to the sight of Adam grinning at him and palming himself through his jeans. Heat shot through Etienne’s groin and he set the beer down.
“Are you sure you want this?” he asked.
Adam tilted his head. “I said I did, didn’t I?”
“Just making sure,” Etienne said. “Take your shirt off.”
Adam’s smile was bright and happy. He pulled the shirt up over his head and dropped it on the floor. Etienne swore under his breath. Adam’s abs were obscene, taut and defined under skin that looked satin-smooth and perfectly lickable. Etienne let his gaze wander, up over his firm pecs and the graceful wings of his collarbones and down, to the hair on Adam’s belly that thickened where it disappeared under his waistband.
“Your turn,” Adam said, but Etienne shook his head.
“Shoes.”
Adam scowled but kicked them off.
“Now your pants, but not your underwear.”
“You getting off on telling me what to do?” Adam asked, teetering dangerously on one foot as he tugged his jeans off.
“What do you think?” Etienne asked, knowing his voice had gone rough and low.
Adam swallowed and kicked the jeans into a heap. “Are you going to get naked too, or are you going to fuck me with all your clothes on?”
“Is that a kink of yours?” Etienne asked. He closed the distance between them, leaning into Adam’s space without—quite—touching him.
Adam’s eyes were wide and his mouth moved as if trying to remember words.
“Bedroom,” Etienne said. “It’s not a basketball court or something, is it?”
That surprised Adam into a laugh even as he turned to lead Etienne through the apartment. His bedroom was huge, a king-size bed dominating most of it. Adam flicked the lights on as they entered, and Etienne turned them right back off again, pushing him toward the bed when Adam protested.
“I can’t see!”
“You don’t need to see,” Etienne growled. He shoved Adam onto the mattress and straddled him, hands already roving. In the dimly lit room, Adam’s face was in shadow, but Etienne had always been good at seeing in the dark. He saw the moment Adam’s eyes closed and his mouth opened when Etienne slipped a hand beneath the waistband of his boxers.
He wrapped his fingers around Adam’s hard length, not stroking—just savoring the weight and feel of it. Adam hitched his hips up, making a frustrated noise.
“Come on,” he hissed.
“Patience,” Etienne murmured. He dropped his head and sucked a mark over Adam’s collarbone, enjoying the way Adam writhed, one hand coming up to tangle in Etienne’s hair. Etienne hummed happily when Adam pulled.
He took his time exploring Adam’s chest with his mouth, tasting every inch of him and keeping Adam’s shaft clasped loosely in one hand. He didn’t let up until Adam was rolling his hips, breath stuttering as he looked for friction Etienne wasn’t giving him.
“Please, please—” Adam’s hands were roving over Etienne’s shoulders, touching as much of him as he could as if mapping out his body with his fingers. It made Etienne shudder, the butterfly soft presses to his skin, and he sucked another mark into Adam’s shoulder before he lifted his head.
“Supplies?” he asked.
“Drawer.”
Etienne leaned across him, one hand on Adam’s perfect chest to steady himself, and got the drawer open. He dropped the lube on the bedspread and tore the condom packet open with his teeth.
“I want to fuck you,” he rasped.
Adam went very still, then nodded almost frantically. “Please, yes please, I want that too.”
“On your stomach,” Etienne ordered. He got off the bed to take off his clothes as Adam rolled over, pushing the boxers down. The pale globes of his ass glowed faintly in the light from the hallway. “You get told how beautiful you are a lot, don’t you?” Etienne asked, pushing Adam’s thighs apart so he could settle between them.
Adam had buried his face in a pillow, but Etienne caught the movement of his shoulders as he shrugged.
“I guess,” he mumbled.
Etienne leaned down and nipped his shoulder, then licked the spot. Adam muffled a groan with the pillow.
Etienne couldn’t help taking a few more minutes to explore Adam’s body with hands and mouth, learning the curvature of his ribs, the way his muscles flexed and shifted under the skin as satin-soft as it had looked, the smell and taste of him as Adam writhed, begging wordlessly.
“C’mon,” he said breathlessly when Etienne lifted his head. “Come on, I need your cock, I’m dying, please—”
Etienne muffled a laugh against Adam’s ribs. “Are you saying my cock can save your life? Magical healing properties, maybe?”
“Won’t know till we try,” Adam shot back, pushing his hips up against Etienne’s groin. “Fuck me already, would you?”
Etienne laughed out loud and went to his knees, retrieving the lube and coating two fingers.
“I don’t need much,” Adam husked, canting his hips.
“Do this a lot, do you?” Etienne asked, curious. He spread Adam’s asscheeks apart with one hand and found his hole with slicked up fingers.
“Not in—ah—awhile,” Adam managed as Etienne pressed inside, gritting his teeth against the scorching heat that surrounded his fingers. “Busy training. I just like—oh god that feels good—I like the… come on, more, please—”