Page 14 of Breakaway Goals

“I wasn’t the one who spent half the night sulking in the booth,” Hayes said, nudging him. Honestly, he sounded delighted and between that and the use of the word sulking, that usually would be enough to piss Morgan off.

Grown men did not sulk.

He did not sulk.

Nevermind that he had definitely been sulking.

“I—” Morgan started laughing. “God, you are such a brat.”

“But you like it,” Hayes said, grinning at him as they passed under a streetlight.

He wanted to deny that too, but how could he?

“Yeah,” Morgan said in a low voice. I like you .

Finally they reached the hotel. As they walked into the lobby Hayes pulled off his beanie, shaking the snow out of it. Morgan’s fingers twitched, wanting to touch his hair, to smooth down the ruffled strands, but instead he shoved his hands in his pockets as they made their way to the elevator.

When the doors opened, Hayes shot him a look, raising his eyebrow as his fingers hovered over the buttons.

Morgan tilted his head. “More guys on your floor,” he said, and Hayes nodded, pressing eight.

Morgan didn’t say that gave him a whole extra floor to slide closer to Hayes. To reach up and do exactly what he hadn’t been able to in the lobby, which was cautiously reach over and stroke the back of Hayes’ hair, smoothing the damp tufts down.

Hayes looked over at him, grinning. “You fix it?”

“Yeah.”

“Just gonna mess it up again,” Hayes teased.

“Is that wishful thinking or a specific request?”

Hayes tilted his head, clearly considering the question. “Can’t it be both?”

The elevator hit the eighth floor and the doors opened.

Hayes trailed Morgan down the hall. His room was almost all the way at one end, which was another reason Morgan had suggested it.

He dreamed about making Hayes loud. About listening to him moan. About being the source of those sounds.

He pulled his room key out of his pocket and opened the door, Hayes slipping in behind him.

When it shut behind them, finally giving them privacy for the first time in what felt like all fucking day, Morgan hesitated.

Hayes didn’t say anything. Didn’t push. Just leaned back against the wall, expression unconcerned but eyes speaking volumes just from the way that sharp green skimmed over Morgan’s body.

He clearly wanted it, but he wasn’t going to force Morgan.

Morgan took a deep breath. He knew they actually needed to talk about this, even though the last thing he wanted to do was use his words. “Yesterday was good.”

The corner of Hayes’ mouth tilted up. “Yeah. I think we both enjoyed ourselves.”

“I want to keep doing this—while we’re here.”

Hayes’ eyebrows lifted. He’d surprised him. Well, good. It was Hayes’ turn. He’d been surprising and shocking and blowing up his brain since Morgan had arrived in Toronto.

“How do you feel about that?” Morgan told himself he shouldn’t keep pushing.

That he should be cool. Casual. But he didn’t feel particularly cool or casual about this, and he wasn’t sure he could keep hiding that fact.

Danny had even picked up on it and Danny was not the most observant person in the universe.

“How do I feel about it?” Hayes chuckled. “I’m good with it. Surprised. But good with it.”

Morgan opened his mouth to argue about why it was stupid for Hayes to be surprised. That he should get why he was so attractive and special and fuck— but he could try to use his goddamn brain to convince Hayes how awesome he was, or he could just kiss him.

Kissing him won out.

Hayes kissed him back, opening his mouth under Morgan’s, making these little aborted groans in the back of his throat that cranked Morgan up even more. He pressed Hayes against the wall, wanting to feel him. Wanting Hayes to feel him in return.

Unable to help the noise coming out of his own mouth when Hayes ground his cock against his thigh.

“Bed,” Morgan said breathlessly, grabbing Hayes’ hand and practically dragging him towards the main part of the room.

He’d been wishful thinking this morning, because he rarely made his bed, and yet he’d done it today. Been hoping, even though he hadn’t been sure if he should, that Hayes might be coming back to his room later.

Hayes gazed up at him, green eyes hot on Morgan’s face.

Yesterday, he’d let Hayes make all the moves. He hadn’t been . . .not nervous , not exactly. More like worried he’d do or say something that was wrong. That Hayes didn’t like, even though Hayes had seemed to really enjoy everything they’d done yesterday.

But even then, Hayes had been the one to push them to the next level, to go from kissing to more, and after that incredible blowjob, Morgan—while definitely enjoying the feel of having his mind blown—had only gotten to give Hayes’ cock a few strokes of his hand.

Barely different than anything he might do to himself, if he was alone.

Morgan was determined to do better this time. Maybe he hadn’t done this before but that didn’t mean he couldn’t at least make an effort.

“You’re so hot,” Morgan murmured, leaning in and kissing Hayes again.

The kissing had been so good yesterday—Morgan couldn’t remember the last time he’d just made out for the hell of it, and he wanted more of it.

More of Hayes’ incredible plush mouth, moving against his own, the pleased sounds he made in the back of his mouth, the way his body seemed to melt into Morgan’s, like they’d been designed for each other.

So he took what he wanted, doing more of the driving today. Stripping Hayes’ jacket off and then his own and then that stupid henley that had haunted most of his evening, absorbing the gasp Hayes made when Morgan’s mouth moved lower.

Unlike Morgan, Hayes wasn’t bulky, his muscles slim and lithe, but there was no question that he was a guy.

The swell of his pecs were still flat-ish, capped by tiny nipples.

Nipples Morgan wasn’t sure were as sensitive as a woman’s.

But if he didn’t check, he’d never know, and to his own surprise, he really wanted to know.

He wanted to know everything about Hayes, every little spot that made him writhe and moan, so he leaned in, licking across the tip.

Hayes tensed and then groaned, clearly into it, so Morgan did it again. It was everything he was used to, but so different too, and he liked that.

He worked them until Hayes dug his fingers into Morgan’s hair and gently began to push him lower. Morgan’s mouth moved lower, his tongue dampening the hair of Hayes’ happy trail, enjoying the way the muscles of his abs contracted under him.

How had he never realized how hot this was? His cock was twitching in his boxers, and if he hadn’t started humping Hayes’ leg yet, it was probably only a matter of time.

He glanced up and let out a moan at how gorgeous Hayes was. Back arched. Chest flushed. Nipples shiny and hard. Teeth sunk into his lower lip.

“Shit, baby, you look so good like this,” Morgan murmured into his skin, fingers trembling as they worked Hayes’ jeans down over his thighs then down to his ankles.

His cock was a hard line in his black briefs, and as Morgan pressed a palm into it, his own dick jerked at the wet spot he discovered on the fabric.

Ducking his head, he tongued at it, loving the way Hayes’ fingers tightened in his hair and the pleased noises he made.

But then Hayes actually said words that made sense. “You don’t—” He paused. “I don’t expect—”

Now that was absolute bullshit. Morgan not only wanted to, Hayes should expect that kind of reciprocal action. He deserved it. He was beautiful and kind and funny and so good at hockey it was hard for even Morgan to be jealous of his skills.

“Nope,” Morgan interrupted that absolute horseshit of a statement. “I do want to and you absolutely should expect it.”

Hayes let out a humorless chuckle above him. “I just didn’t want you to feel pressured.”

“Baby,” Morgan ground out, as he tugged down Hayes’ briefs, “I appreciate your concern about my gay awakening but I promise, I’m into this. I’m way into this.”

Hayes laughed again, but this time it sounded easier. Actually amused. “Okay.”

“I am probably gonna be shit at this though,” Morgan murmured. He wrapped his hand around Hayes’ cock. It was red and wet at the tip, Hayes barely able to keep his hips still as Morgan gave it one stroke and then another.

“Don’t care.”

Morgan looked up again because it was hard not to, especially when Hayes was so goddamn stunning like this.

Hayes grinned. “Just don’t bite it off, and we’re gonna be good.”

Just for that, Morgan had to wrap his other hand around one of Hayes’ glorious thighs and pull it open even more. Just enough that he could lean in and nibble at the muscle there. Sink his teeth in just enough he—and only he—could see the imprint of them in Hayes’ skin.

“Shit,” Hayes panted. “ Shit .”

Morgan didn’t tell him he had more where that came from. Figured that actions spoke louder than words and finally got his mouth where it belonged, which was on Hayes’ cock.

It was smooth and slick against his tongue. So easy to slide it in farther, to want more of it. To want all of it, even though he knew there was no way he could take it. Not yet, anyway.

Hayes gasped, high and tight in the back of his throat, as Morgan tried to find a rhythm he could keep up. It made him sweat under his arms and his hands shake.

He’d never imagined being on his knees for anyone, but now he knew that was because he was meant to do it for one person and one person only: Hayes Montgomery.

Morgan tried to remember every glorious trick Hayes had employed yesterday when he’d done this, but his mind had been wiped slippery clean and he couldn’t focus on anything.

Not with Hayes’ taste and his cock thick in his mouth, the heat of his arousal burning everything else out.

“Yeah, yeah,” Hayes moaned. “God, you’re good at this. Of course you’re good at this.”