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ERIK

It’s rare for me to have a day off during the season, so Luke is still fast asleep when I wake up at my usual time. While I’m careful not to wake him, I can’t help but stick out a hand to stroke his hair.

Luke nudges into the touch, and I smile. He’s different. Genuine. Caring.

God, I like him.

He brings out so much that I didn’t know I had in me. All that soft, intimate, cuddly stuff I’d only ever heard about, and thought I’d need some kind of insane confidence to carry out? Totally natural.

I wanted to take things slow before, but not anymore.

I want to ask Luke if he wants to be together for real.

It’s fast, I know, but he makes me feel like the luckiest man on earth for existing in the same room as him. I don’t even care about moving to Hamilton, if that even happens—I like Luke way too much to let a stupid one-hour train ride come between us.

Luke stirs, running a hand along my chest and snapping me out of my daydreaming. “Morning, hot stuff,” he mumbles. “How long have you been up?”

“Not long.”

He checks the time on his phone before heaving himself up. “You need breakfast, right?”

I stick out an arm to stop him. “Whoa, hold on. Don’t get up for my sake.” My stomach rumbles, betraying my attempt to be a convenient guest.

“You need breakfast,” Luke repeats with a grin. “How else am I gonna convince you to stay?”

The list is long, even though Luke doesn’t need to check anything off. He’s in the kitchen before I can think of a reply, and he returns a minute later with a steaming cup of coffee and a yogurt cup.

“What’s your day-off diet like?” he asks, setting the items down on the table next to me.

“High protein, high fiber, and some carbs, but you really don’t need to, uh, cater to me.”

“Stop being so polite,” Luke says. Man, he’s persistent, and I like it. “You’re staying over, so you’re doing nothing . In fact, you don’t have to leave the bed at all today.”

My brain interprets that sentence very differently to how Luke likely intended, and I blush.

“I’ll eat outside. Wouldn’t want to mess your sheets up or anything.” Shit, that was also suggestive. I’m a mess, but Luke doesn’t seem to notice or care. He’s off to work his magic in the kitchen while I sip the strong cup of coffee.

It’s a double americano. He remembered .

I have to pinch myself to make sure I’m awake for real.

After I finish the coffee and yogurt, I stretch and head into the kitchen. Luke is standing over the stove, and when he faces me, he blinks. “Jesus fuck, you’re distracting,” he mumbles, gesturing at my shirtless form. “You’re gonna make me burn the eggs.”

“Should I get dressed?”

“My dick says no, but it’s cold, so you probably should,” he says, laughing.

And that’s when I remember that the rest of my clothes are dirty from the road trip.

“Oh, I don’t think I have anything clean,” I admit.

Luke shrugs. “I still have that shirt you lent me last week, and I can put your stuff in the wash.” He glances at the stove before grabbing my shirt from his room, and I have to stop him before he heads for the washing machine in the hallway closet.

“My clothes stink. You’re not touching them.”

Luke scoffs. “I highly doubt your clothes stink. You always smell like heaven.”

Even though I’m skeptical, I don’t argue, choosing to put my clothes into the wash instead while Luke finishes breakfast.

He made burritos, which fucking slap . I stifle a moan as I take a bite, not wanting a repeat of the last time he cooked breakfast for me. We make quick work of them, and I clear our plates, trying to be helpful.

After I finish loading the dishwasher, I nip into the hallway bathroom to brush my teeth, and then I join Luke on the sofa. He’s sprawled out and tapping at his phone, and he sticks it away when I sit down.

“Hey there,” he says. “What do you want to do today?”

You.

While I appreciate the heck out of how he treated me last night, not pushing me for more and keeping things mostly chill, all that only made me more attracted to him.

And if we don’t get our hands on each other within the next thirty seconds, I’m gonna combust.

“Not sure. Something fun and relaxing?” I manage.

Luke places a warm hand on my chest and traces down my torso. “I can think of something very fun and very relaxing.”

My semi-hard dick stiffens with approval.

“Mhm,” I hum. “What do you have in mind?” I’m fully erect now, and from a quick glance at Luke, it’s clear he’s rearing for more.

His hands travel further down my stomach and skim the border between my shirt and the waistband of my pants. “Oh, I don’t know.” He fiddles with the knotted drawstring. “Maybe me on my knees, you on your back, and my mouth on your hard cock? How does that sound?”

Holy—

I knock his hands away. “Nah, I don’t think so.” Luke falls onto his back and I straddle him, watching his face flush. “It’s time for me to take care of you for once.”

“Not gonna complain,” he says.

“Take those clothes off.”

“You first.”

We’re at an impasse so we both strip, and Luke reaches up to grab at my bare back, pulling me down to crash his mouth against mine, hard and reckless.

Raw heat pools in my gut and my mind dissolves into nothing. I move a hand to the back of his head and twist my fingers through his hair, hard enough to make Luke moan. The sound travels right through me, and I need to hear that on repeat, over and over and over again.

Out of breath, I retreat, and the corners of my mouth curve up even more when I notice Luke’s kiss-bruised lips, slightly parted and totally wrecked. Slowly, I trace my eyes up to his, and they’re hooded with lust.

My body knows what it wants, and it’s Luke.

I run a hand along his hard abs, savoring the solid muscles and groaning into another kiss.

It’s hungry, raw, and amazingly devastating, but it’s so tender.

We aren’t attacking each other—Luke brushes his lips against mine, letting out heavy, satisfied sighs.

My brain struggles to keep up with the contrast, and I have no idea how to handle it.

I pull Luke into me further, one hand in his tousled hair and the other in the small of his back. He hums as I run my hand along his spine, rough and needy, and it’s clear that there’s no stopping us.

Luke leans back, his face smoldering. “Bedroom. Now.”

That isn’t a suggestion. It’s an order, one that I sure as hell am gonna follow. He darts into his room, and I’m right behind him.

Luke turns to face me, his lips curving up. “Wanna fuck?” he asks, his tone cool and deceptively innocent.

I almost have to slap myself. How is everything I want and need playing out in real-time?

“Well?” Luke fixes me with a questioning stare, flopping down onto the bed with his dick sticking straight out at me, and my mouth fucking waters.

My voice is breathless. “Yes. Please.”

And that’s when my phone decides to buzz on the bedside table.

“Do you need to get that?” Luke asks, holding his breath.

“No, it’s probably a scammer.” The buzzing stops, and I bring my mouth to Luke’s.

My phone rings again.

Fucking hell.

Not breaking away, I reach over and hit the power button, silencing it.

“Again, it’s probably a scammer,” I murmur into Luke’s lips. “If it’s the team, they can wait. They shouldn’t have excused me from practice if they were gonna change their minds.”

Luke slips his tongue between my teeth and hums. “You tell ‘em, Erik.”

I chuckle. “Besides, we were in the middle of something fun and relaxing. Let’s get you riled back up.” Without another word, I shuffle down and wrap my lips around Luke’s shaft, making him gasp.

“Don’t make me come, Erik. Not like this.”

I work Luke over some more, tightening around him and enjoying how his fingers dig into my shoulder. As soon as his cock starts to throb, I pull back.

“How are you feeling?” I ask.

Luke lets out a ragged breath. “Horny as hell, thanks to you.”

I smirk. “Good. Now let’s fuck your misery away.”

“Do you want to top or bottom? I’m good either way.”

My response is automatic. “Top. I tried bottoming a few times before, but it hurt like hell.” That’s true, and I’m afraid of trying it again when I still need to play hockey. Nobody skates their best with a sore hole, and I don’t need any more first-hand experience to confirm that.

Luke flips himself over and arches, pointing his round ass at me. My dick stiffens even more at the sight, and I release a slow breath while I imagine Luke taking me like this.

“Tell me how you want it,” I say.

He replies immediately. “Screw me so hard that I leave a dent in the mattress.”

My breath hitches. “Damn, someone’s desperate. I meant what position .”

Luke thinks for a second before rolling onto his back. “Face-up. I wanna watch you come.”

The image that flashes through my brain is enough to jolt me into action. I get to take in every moan, every twist of his face, and I can’t wait.

Luke is already on the ball, fetching a bottle of lube from a drawer and tossing me a condom. I place that to the side for later and stretch over him, planting a kiss on his chest and prying the lube out of his hands.

“Let me prep you,” I say, cracking the bottle open and spreading a line down my finger. “Relax and I’ll handle it.”

He nods, and I glaze his hole before sticking a tentative finger in.

Luke clenches around me and releases as I spread the fluid around.

When I curl my finger up, the strangled “oh fuck” that Luke cries out is all I need.

Feeling generous, I press against the hard nub inside him again.

And again. And again. He bends his legs, pulling himself closer to me, and his face twists with desperation.

So I reach up with my other hand and give his hard cock a rough tug.

Luke makes a low noise and stares up at me. “Come on,” he begs. “I need you in me.”