Page 23 of Breakaway Goals

They’d talked about other personal things, but they’d never talked about what this was. At first Hayes had felt like that wasn’t necessary, since they both knew the score, and then it had felt like the opposite—like he couldn’t have gotten the words out of his mouth even if he wanted to.

He wanted to say, I want you to be the only person I’m inviting for a very long time, but he didn’t know if he could. If he should .

“Good,” Morgan said, nodding once.

It was all they said to each other on the five-minute walk from the bar to the hotel. Morgan only broke the silence when they got into the elevator and he leaned over, pressing the button for the seventh floor.

Okay, Hayes realized, they were going to his room and not even talking about it. Just doing it.

Then Morgan turned to him, “That goal was something fucking else.”

“It was a good pass,” Hayes said.

Morgan laughed under his breath. “Take the win, okay?”

“I’ve spent the last few hours taking the win,” Hayes pointed out.

“And somehow that’s too much?” Morgan rolled his eyes but he didn’t make any attempts to hide his fondness as he glanced over at him.

Hayes’ throat felt tight. Say it, say it, say it, say it . “I can think of one more thing I want. That you can give me.”

“Yeah?”

“Your dick.” Hayes paused, realizing he needed to be crystal clear about what he wanted. “I want you to fuck me.”

It was such a fucking cliche he was fully expecting Morgan to smirk knowingly the moment it was out of his mouth. But instead Morgan looked floored, blown away by Hayes’ words.

And yeah, duh, it was probably the first time a guy had asked Morgan to do that. Possibly the first time Morgan had ever contemplated fucking a guy. Now that Hayes was thinking not only with his dick, he could see maybe he’d gone too hard. Not offered other, possibly easier, things, first.

Morgan turned to him, jaw still a little dropped. “You mean that,” Morgan said.

Yes, Hayes could’ve worked up to it, but this was what he’d wanted . What he’d been half-afraid to ask for, before. What he’d definitely known was a bad idea, considering the number and sheer toughness of the games they had to play during this tournament.

He’d thought this through, though. At least as well as he could with the haze of the booze in his system. He didn’t have a game for three days. Asking for this was allowed, and maybe if he was very lucky, Morgan wouldn’t be turned off by the request. Maybe he’d even like it.

“Yes,” Hayes said unsteadily. Resisting the urge to apologize. To snatch the words back and claim he hadn’t actually meant what he’d asked.

The elevator doors dinged open and they headed down the hall towards Hayes’ room.

Morgan didn’t say anything else, not until Hayes got the door open. The moment it closed behind them, Morgan had his arms around him and he was half-pushing him, half-dragging him to the bed, lips pressed hard and insistent against Hayes’.

“God, yes, please ,” Morgan all but begged, pressing Hayes against the edge of the bed, tilting his head back as he kissed him intently.

Hayes broke off the kiss with a gasp. “You mean that?” he had to ask.

Morgan stared at him, the pupils swallowing nearly all the hazel of his eyes.

“God, yes, I want you. I want all of you,” Morgan muttered. He was already shucking Hayes’ jacket, then pulling at his sweatshirt, his T-shirt. “You make me crazy. When you scored that goal—I thought I was going to fall to the ice, worship you right there.”

Hayes had a fleeting thought that they really should talk about this.

That I want all of you sounded just about as serious as the something else currently pressing so insistently against his breastbone.

But then Morgan was sinking to his knees, pulling down his jeans and his briefs, mouth and then teeth on his thigh.

It was too easy to get lost in the sensation of it, the pleasure Morgan pulled out of him, easy as breathing.

He was still floating, everything perfect and amazing and wonderful as he told Morgan the lube and condoms were in the drawer.

He’d bought them yesterday, in a fit of optimism, thinking that whether they won or lost the championship game, he was going to want to experience Morgan inside him, just once.

More than just once. This is just the first time.

It was impossible not to ride high on the way Morgan looked at him. Touched him. Every bit of it reinforcing the idea in Hayes’ mind that this wouldn’t be happening just once. That they wanted each other too much to be that stupid.

“God, you’re so sexy,” Morgan murmured as he slipped a finger inside him. Hayes groaned at the way it felt, shifting backwards so he could have more of it.

“Another,” Hayes begged, no longer even caring if he sounded desperate. He was desperate.

Morgan pressed his mouth to his inner thigh again, nibbling at the muscle there, then moving up, slipping Hayes’ cock into his mouth, not sucking on it, just letting it sit on his tongue as he slid another finger in.

Hayes groaned around the stretch, already craving the heft and weight of Morgan’s dick inside him. His fingers were so good, but he wanted— needed— more, the way he needed to take his next breath.

“I got you,” Morgan murmured around his cock. “Let me.”

And even though this was his first time, Hayes let him.

Kept floating on that easy, uncomplicated cloud of pleasure. Clenched up when Morgan gave him another slick finger, moaning when Morgan finally hit that spot inside him.

Ate up every single word of praise Morgan gave him. Every gorgeous and hot and sexy. Practically came when Morgan told him how good he was taking it.

Then Morgan was rising, pushing his knee up to his chest and a moment later, groaning as he fit the head of his cock to Hayes’ hole.

“Shit, baby, you’re so good like this. So fucking perfect.” Morgan met his eyes as he said it, and it was like he saw inside Hayes, knew exactly what he needed to hear, knew exactly what effect those words had on him.

It shouldn’t have been good sex. Morgan might be experienced with women, but he wasn’t with men.

It didn’t matter. It was already the best sex of Hayes’ life, Morgan filling him like he was built for him.

His cock, for sure, the perfect length and girth and curve, making Hayes shout with how unerringly he hit every good spot inside him, lighting him up with pleasure. But it was more than that, too.

Like they were two puzzle pieces finding each other and finally nestling together the way they’d always been meant to.

Morgan leaned over him as he fucked him, kissing him on the lips, tender and gentle, at odds with his hard, firm strokes, and sent Hayes over the edge with just that.

A second later, Hayes felt him tense and he was following him.

They collapsed onto the bed, and Morgan slung an arm around him, like he couldn’t quite bear to let him go.

This was the moment. Hayes should say something. Should break the silence, but it felt so weighted.

Instead, it was Morgan who did it. “Good?” he asked.

Hayes nodded, and Morgan groaned as he sat up. Headed to the bathroom and when he returned, he helped Hayes clean up, and Hayes knew this was definitely the time.

Especially when Morgan returned to bed, to his side, like he was a magnet and he couldn’t possibly resist.

He started out half a dozen times in his own head.

What do you think?

Are you as into this as I am?

You felt that too, right?

We could do this, even if it’s crazy?

Three thousand miles isn’t that far.

Anything has to be better than being without each other, now that we’ve found this.

But before he could decide on a tactic, on a single approach, Hayes felt his eyes begin to slip closed, the game and the adrenaline and the booze and the sex all catching up with him at once.

He had one last thought before he fell asleep.

I think I know what this something else is.

And then he was gone.