Page 59 of Breakaway Goals
“But it’s a big fucking deal?” Jasper interrupted, grinning.
“I guess, just because he’s him and I’m me, but otherwise, no,” Hayes said. “Just wanted to give you guys a heads-up.”
There were a few more interested nods and Lars and Jasper were, of course, still slow clapping like they thought they were fucking hilarious, but otherwise everyone went back to shedding their equipment.
Hayes let out a breath then another. There was less relief than there’d been after they’d successfully told Finn and Jacob, but it felt similar.
He hadn’t expected anyone to really care, because they already knew Hayes was gay and had already met one of his boyfriends.
But then, the boyfriend hadn’t been Morgan Reynolds, either.
Still, Hayes’ eyes had been wide open when he’d started this.
He knew what kind of a heat score it was going to be.
Barty had been sending him texts ever since the rumor mill had started up.
There were pictures of their dates floating around.
Them going to romantic dinners, sharing desserts.
Holding hands. Going for a run together on the beach, Morgan’s shirt off, him grinning over at Hayes like he was the best thing he could ever imagine.
Some people were stupid and kept insisting they were just friends, but most people had taken a look at the situation, put two and two together, and had correctly gotten four.
That, Morgan had said, was good enough for him, and it turned out, that was plenty good enough for Hayes, too.
“You good, Cap?” Finn said, catching him after changing and as Hayes was making his way out to the parking garage.
“Yeah,” Hayes said. Wondering if he should be asking Finn that question, but Finn was generally pretty rock steady. Morgan had made a few comments about how that hadn’t always been the case, but it seemed those days were over.
“You know I’m happy for you two, right?” Finn asked.
In between his shrieking complaints about PDA, Hayes had gotten that impression. “Good. We wouldn’t want—neither of us—” Hayes broke off, giving up. “Just . . .that’s good.”
Finn grinned knowingly. “I hope you realize how you two are basically made for each other.”
Hayes did, but he didn’t know that other people had realized it. “Um, yes?”
Finn patted him on the shoulder. “Don’t forget it, okay?”
As Hayes made his way to his car, he realized he’d just gotten the shovel talk from his rookie and it was hard to even be mad about it.
Impossible not to smile all the way home about it, still grinning to himself as he tucked himself in for his pregame nap.
That good feeling followed him all the way through warmups, into the game, and it was hardly like winning 4-3 against a really good Toronto team was going to dim it at all.
Hayes was riding the highs of a pretty damn good day even before Morgan showed up in the locker room.
Finn had played really well against a very good team, and Hayes had contributed a goal and an assist. There was nothing to be sad about, especially when he spotted Morgan making his way over to where Finn sat in his stall.
Hayes got distracted by something Jasper asked him about the game, and he didn’t look back over to where he was talking to Finn, anticipating that eventually Morgan would make it over to him.
“Hey,” Lars said, nudging him. “Is it a total fucking trip that Morgan Reynolds is basically your WAG, now?”
Hayes choked on the Gatorade he’d been drinking. “What? He’s not—he’s . . .”
“Yeah, your boyfriend, we established that this morning. But then he shows up like that, and what else are we supposed to think?”
Hayes craned his head. He’d only noticed Morgan in his typical Sentinels jersey. He’d been wearing Finn’s number since the opening game. Twenty-nine. No big deal.
But then he realized, like a lightning bolt to the chest, that Morgan was not wearing Finn’s number tonight.
He was wearing eighty-six and there was a Montgomery plastered across his back. A C nestled right where Morgan’s heart beat.
Holy shit. Holy shit .
“You okay, bud?” Lars asked, patting him on the back.
No, he was not okay. He’d died and gone to fucking heaven. He wasn’t on earth; he was currently levitating a few hundred feet above sea level.
Morgan chose that moment to turn around and, meeting Hayes’ eyes with a shit-eating grin, sauntered over.
Like he knew exactly the kind of sensation he was causing. Like he loved it.
“Great game,” Morgan said, leaning in, not kissing him on the mouth but on the cheek, even though Hayes hadn’t made it to the showers yet.
Hayes opened his mouth and then snapped it shut again. He had absolutely no thoughts in his head except Morgan-bed-now.
He already knew that when they finally made it there—hopefully as soon as possible—Morgan wasn’t going to be taking that jersey off.
Though from the way Morgan was gazing at him, smug and superior and so fucking pleased with himself, it seemed very likely that he wouldn’t get a single argument out of him about that.
“Uh, nice jersey,” he finally said.
“Oh, you like it?” Morgan had never been innocent a day in his life, and he was absolutely not innocent now, but the way he sounded made Hayes want to push him down to his knees and see just how dirty he was willing to be.
It was wrong to think about Finn just now, not when he was desperately trying not to get a hard-on in the middle of the locker room, but Hayes couldn’t help but think of what he’d said earlier today. You two are basically made for each other.
There was no basically about it.
“I . . .I fucking love it,” Hayes said in a low voice. Hopefully just loud enough for Morgan only to hear.
“I love you ,” Morgan murmured. “You gonna take me home and fuck me wearing it?”
Hayes choked on air. “Is that what you want?”
It should be impossible for Morgan to look innocent still. But of course, he managed it, barely looking like he was breaking a sweat. And then there was Hayes, who was breathing hard enough it felt like he’d just finished a double shift.
“I said it was,” Morgan said. “Do you even know the kind of shit I had to tolerate all game from Jacob, wearing this? Even though he regularly wears Finn’s?”
But he didn’t sound mad about it. More like proud, actually.
That was a whole different thing that Hayes couldn’t wrap his head around.
“I gotta—” Hayes broke off, feeling strangled by the hard punch of desire wrapping itself around his throat. “I gotta take a shower. Uh. And then we can go?”
“You go do that, angel,” Morgan said. “I’ll be waiting.”
He was as good as his word, waiting by Hayes’ car in the players’ parking garage. Of course he was not alone, though. Jacob and Finn were there too, hanging out next to him.
“If this is some kind of kinky sex game, I don’t want to hear about it,” Finn said.
Morgan just rolled his eyes. “Like I haven’t tolerated more than two years of your kinky sex games with this idiot.” He jabbed an elbow in Jacob’s general direction. Jacob just laughed.
“Yeah, it’s our turn,” Hayes said, deciding that plausible deniability had probably gone right out the window. And why should he not get all hot and bothered about his boyfriend wearing his name and his number? It was really fucking hot.
“Don’t worry though,” Morgan said, shooting Finn a look. “This is just for special occasions.”
“Gross, gross, gross. Enough. We’re leaving. I’d say have a good time but I really don’t want to think about it at all,” Finn exclaimed, grabbing Jacob by the arm and literally dragging him off.
Morgan was still chuckling as Hayes leaned in and kissed him, more thoroughly this time. The way he hadn’t in the locker room.
“Special occasion, huh?” Hayes murmured against his lips.
Morgan didn’t bother even answering that. He just wrapped a big hand around Hayes’ hip, warmth leaking through all his layers, and said, “Yeah, let’s go home.”
Hayes didn’t need a second invitation.
“Fuck, you look fucking amazing like this.” Hayes might’ve been embarrassed at how overwhelmed he sounded, but he had a feeling this had been Morgan’s plan the whole time.
He was definitely the kind of guy who topped from the bottom and Hayes wasn’t even annoyed about it. In fact, every single bit of it was so fucking hot, Hayes felt like he was trembling.
He had Morgan on his hands and knees on the bed, jersey still on, Montgomery still plastered across his back, the eighty-six going blurry in his vision every so often until he blinked hard.
One hand pinned Morgan’s hip and the other, two fingers slick and deep inside of him as Morgan pushed back, demanding and eager.
This was the first time they were doing this—though Morgan had told Hayes he’d done it to himself a number of times.
Which . . .that was something they were going to have to discuss, and Hayes was going to have to witness , when he didn’t feel like he was already going hazy around the edges with desire.
“Come on,” Morgan ordered. “Give me another one.”
Hayes screwed his fingers in hard and fast, finding the spot that kept making Morgan squirm. “So pushy,” he murmured, leaning over and brushing his lips against Morgan’s neck, right above the jersey. “You’d wonder who you actually belong to.”
“You. You .” Anyone else would sound soft about that, but Morgan only sounded more arrogant than ever. Like Hayes owning him only made him stronger. More powerful. More everything .
Honestly, that was hot too. How could Hayes not give him a third finger after that?
By the time he finished getting Morgan loose enough, he was so hard. Dizzy with the desire to just shove in and fuck Morgan until he was reduced to only two words. Angel and please .
But he held back. Pushing his fingers in deeper. Making Morgan cry out. Pushing him close to the edge, until Morgan was nearly shaking with it.
“I’m gonna—you can’t. God .” Morgan begged about as well as he did everything else. It was one of the sexiest things, if not the sexiest thing, that Hayes had ever heard.
“You’re not gonna come until I do,” Hayes told him.
Morgan groaned again.
Hayes pulled his fingers out finally and slicked up his cock, sliding it in one hard push.
He’d been sure Morgan could take it. And he could. There’d been no resistance, only Morgan’s body opening up to him like he’d been born to take him.
But Morgan dropped down to his elbows, panting with it.
“Shit, baby, you okay?” Hayes asked, leaning in when his balls brushed against Morgan’s ass.
“Fine, fine . God if you don’t fuck me now, angel, I’m gonna—”
“I got you,” Hayes said, relief and new desire pumping through him.
He pulled back and thrust hard, caution and restraint going right out the window when he realized that Morgan had tensed up not because it was too much, but because he liked it so much he was afraid he’d come too soon.
Setting a brisk pace, Hayes knew he’d found the right angle when Morgan clenched, and he barely reached down, getting a hand around Morgan’s cock, nearly dripping with precome, before he shuddered and his body tightened impossibly around Hayes.
Hayes couldn’t do anything else but follow him right over the edge, grinding deep and feeling his own orgasm overtake him.
They slumped down to the bed, and for a second all Hayes could hear was the sound of their labored breathing, mixed together.
Then, something else. A low sound, half-muffled by the covers.
Was Morgan laughing ?
“You okay?” Hayes asked. He didn’t want to move, but if Morgan wasn’t okay, then he needed to. He pulled out and rolled over, tucking a clean hand underneath Morgan’s chin and lifting up.
Morgan looked blissed out and happy. “I’m good. Great, honestly. Happy one month anniversary. One month and six some-odd years,” he said, still chuckling. “That special occasion enough for you?”
Hayes had to laugh then too. “You ever gonna request it the other way around?”
“Angel, I’ve got my jersey in my closet just over there, waiting for the right moment to pull it out and get me so hot I’m probably gonna die before I even get inside you.”
“Good.” Hayes leaned in and brushed a kiss across his lips. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”