“On my hands and knees, usually, but this is great,” Daniel said, sprawling out on the bed and stroking his cock. He gave Micah a slow, heated smile as Micah slicked himself up liberally with the lube. “Mm. I like watching you do that.”
Micah grinned a little and let his head go back, not too showy, but enough that Daniel would know how good it felt. When he was nice and slick, he kissed Daniel and then knelt between his legs, teasing him with his fingers. Daniel moaned when Micah slid one inside, his legs falling open and his back arching a little. Talk about putting on a show.
Micah fucked him gently with one finger, in and out, and Daniel was pliant and relaxed, breathing hard but clearly not in pain. “You’re so tight. Gonna feel so good on my cock.”
“Your cock’s gonna feel so good,” Daniel said, panting up at the ceiling.
“I know you are, but what am I?” Micah singsonged, and laughed outright at the mock glare that earned him. “Sorry. I couldn’t resist. You can pull out a you and whose army joke if you want.”
“Rather you pull your fingers out and fuck me with your hard cock,” Daniel said—growled, almost—lifting half up with just his impressive abs. “How’s that?”
Micah flashed a grin at him, then leaned in and licked a long, slow stripe up Daniel’s cock in answer. Daniel’s snappy comebacks fell into a long moan, and Micah fucked him gently with his fingers and crooked them to find just the right spot that would make Daniel see stars.
Daniel’s hips twitched and his legs widened, and he let out a quiet sighing sound as Micah found what he was looking for. “Fuck, that’s amazing.” His cock, lying hard and flushed on his stomach, also twitched. One of his hands grabbed at Micah’s shoulder, the other twisting in the bedding.
“Feels good?” Micah asked.
“Yeah,” Daniel said, and he was being quiet but he was moving, pushing down a bit to get more of Micah’s fingers.
“Ready for my cock?” Micah asked, staring hungrily at the way Daniel shifted and moved on the bed. He was so tight around Micah’s fingers, Micah couldn’t wait to fuck him.
“Fuck, yes,” Daniel said, so sincerely that Micah grinned as he pulled his fingers free. He got himself situated and hooked his hands under Daniel’s knees, lifting his legs a bit as he scooted closer.
“Tell me if you need it slower,” Micah instructed, pressing the tip of his cock against Daniel’s hole. His whole body went hot with arousal, and when he slipped the head of his cock inside, he moaned outright.
“What about—if I need it—faster?” Daniel panted, trying to move himself down on the bed—and onto Micah’s cock. “What do you want me to say for that?”
Micah gave his own breathless laugh and got Daniel’s legs up on his shoulders. Daniel was flexible enough that Micah could practically bend him in half. “Just hold on and enjoy the ride, Daniel.”
“I can’t believe you just—oh,” Daniel moaned, as Micah started to slide inside, deeper thanks to the new angle. He clutched at Micah, his eyes wide. “That’s—yeah, do that, keep doing that, fuck.”
Micah was way beyond being able to volley wits, so he got himself together and started fucking Daniel, making it deep, slow and hard. Daniel’s eyes were closed but they opened after a few thrusts, and they were bright and pleasure-dazed as he stared up at Micah.
Micah didn’t think he’d ever seen anything so beautiful as Daniel’s face while Micah fucked him. He was still for a few long delicious minutes, like he was afraid to breathe too hard and ruin the pleasure Micah was giving him. Micah, for his part, was breathing hard and already trying to keep from going too fast and making it end too soon.
“You like that?” Micah asked, sliding in and out of Daniel’s tight heat and relishing every inch of him, every spark of pleasure that lit up his spine.
“God, yeah,” Daniel moaned. He slitted his eyes and stared at Micah. “You can move, you know. I trust you, Micah. Do it how you like it, like you want.”
Micah shuddered and started moving faster. Daniel responded by moving beneath him, meeting Micah’s thrusts and pulling Micah’s cock in even deeper. When Micah started fucking him hard enough to make the bed rattle, Daniel reached for his cock and started stroking himself off with quick, tight strokes.
“Can’t wait to feel you come on my cock.” Micah was getting close and he wanted to make Daniel come, wanted that to make him come, so it was time to turn on the dirty talk he knew Daniel liked so much. “Gonna make me come, too. Bet sometime I could make you come just by fucking you, yeah? Think you could do that for me?”
“Think I—could come—just about any way, with you,” Daniel managed, eyes closing and mouth falling open as he neared his peak.
Even Micah couldn’t talk after that, because Daniel’s hand was moving faster and faster over himself and that made him tighten even more around Micah’s cock. Micah was watching when Daniel came, and he didn’t think he’d ever forget the sight of it as long as he lived; Daniel crying out and arching up, cock making a mess of his hand and Daniel’s stomach, and Micah in the process.
Micah couldn’t last after that. He fucked Daniel through his orgasm and his own peak neared. He was dimly aware of Daniel saying yeah, fuck, come on, wanna see you, stroking Micah’s back with a trembling hand—and then Micah came, too, half falling on Daniel and gasping his pleasure into Daniel’s shoulder. When he finally came down, he realized he still had Daniel bent in what was maybe an uncomfortable position so he moved, gently, and pulled out and away. He was sweat dampened and shaking a little, but the way Daniel looked—sprawled out and gasping, skin flushed and covered in come—yeah, it made him feel more than a little smug.
“Wow,” Daniel said, blinking up at him. “You’re really good at that.”
Micah gave a little half bow. “Thanks.”
“You, uh—I mean, you liked it, too, right?”
Micah grinned and reached out to pat Daniel on his cheek. “Yes, you were also good. It was wonderful.”
Daniel smiled, turned his head and kissed Micah’s palm. “You’re right,” he said, as Micah got up to get a warm towel to clean him up—Daniel looked way too relaxed to move, and Micah liked that. It was a good look on him. “I am gonna think about that on the road. At home. Probably on the ice, when I shouldn’t be.”
“You can blame me for all those missed shots,” Micah said. “And I’m glad.”
Mission accomplished.
Chapter Twenty-Three
In the end, it was volunteering at a Strikers game that decided things for Daniel. The teenagers were enthusiastic, sharp and skilled as hell, and they made Daniel remember what it was like to be that age. To have the blush of youth in his cheeks and hope in his heart that one day he’d be the next Gretzky or Yzerman or any of the endlessly talented players who’d come before him.