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LUKE

Back when I was living in residence during my first year of university, sharing a twin bed with another guy wasn’t uncommon at all. It was just another part of life for the eight months I was there, and I was all too happy to leave that behind for the double bed in my off-campus house.

Now, four years later, I’m back to old habits. The camp only put one mattress in Erik’s dorm room, which makes sense—one person doesn’t need two beds.

Unless that person’s boyfriend makes a surprise visit.

All things considered, last night wasn’t too bad because I’m waking up to a pain-free body.

Having two pillows makes all the difference, and so does sharing with your boyfriend instead of a random guy you picked up at a frat house in The Annex.

My alarm hasn’t gone off, and I’m slowly being woken up by Erik, who’s shuffling toward the end of the bed.

“What time is it?” I ask, yawning. Propping myself up on a pillow, I make no attempt to stop staring at Erik’s bare, muscular back. Call me shameless, but my boyfriend is so fucking hot. Sue me for appreciating him.

Erik freezes and turns around. “It’s only seven. Sorry, did I wake you up?”

I wave him off. “Nah, I need to be up anyway. I still need to work, and it’s an hour earlier here.”

“Ah, right. I have to lead morning practice soon, but I ordered breakfast for both of us.” As if on cue, there’s a knock on the door and Erik silently hurries to collect the breakfast bag.

We eat next to each other on the bed. I keep one hand on the blueberry muffin and the other on Erik’s thigh, tracing mindless, random patterns with my fingertips in his thin layer of leg hair.

I want to stay like this for the whole day, being here with Erik and making up for all the hugs we missed out on over the last few months.

Both of us have work to do, though, and the phone I gave Erik beeps, which takes us out of our comfortable silence. Before leaving, he stands at the door, hair combed and stubble trimmed, managing to make a camp hoodie and hockey pants look neat.

“My coaching partner is leading drills between noon and three, so I’m free from lunch onward,” he says.

“Awesome, have a good day.” With that, I’m left alone in Erik’s room, a deep warmth settling low in my stomach. This is our first day living together as a couple, at least permanently, and I could get used to all this domestic stuff.

Is it bad that I’m already embracing my role as a professional hockey spouse?

Probably not—I’m all in for Erik. Sure, the hockey spouse lifestyle isn’t for everyone, with all the road trips and the perpetual risk of a trade constantly hanging overhead, but I’ll make it work.

We’ll make it work. I have the right job for all the flexibility I’ll need.

Oh, right. My job. The one that I have to do in order to not lose it . Reluctantly, I open my laptop because it’s already past eight-thirty on the East Coast. Ajay’s calendar is empty, and he’s already online for some reason, so I send him a quick message asking to discuss my job transfer.

He calls me immediately, which I wasn’t expecting, and I scramble around my bag for my headphones.

“Hi, Ajay, how are things?” I say after picking up.

“Good, good. Hey, that’s a different room in the background. Are you somewhere else?”

“Yeah, I’m visiting my partner in Minnesota.”

Ajay’s face firms up, but only for a second. “Right, I forgot you’re also American. You’re good to work there.” He pauses. “What did you want to discuss?”

I smile. “I recently got French citizenship, so I’d like to make a formal request to transfer my employment base from Canada to Sweden.”

A low whistle emanates from the other end of the call. “How many passports do you have, Luke?” Ajay asks.

“Now it’s three,” I say, ignoring the fact that I haven’t applied for a French passport yet.

“Well, the CIA might want to have a word with you, but as long as you upload proof of citizenship to the HR portal, I’m good to make the transfer on my end. There’s no change to your job, and you’ll get paid the same amount as now, just in local currency.”

“Great, thanks so much.”

“And to be honest,” he continues, “you being six hours ahead will be a massive help when it comes to our reporting. It’ll be like having you start work at three in the morning!”

“On the flip side, I’ll log off at noon.”

“So we’ll both finish work at around the same time, then?”

Wait, what? “You finish working at noon?”

Ajay puts his index finger to his lips in a silent shush, and I blink out of surprise.

“Anyway,” he says. “I’ll leave you to upload the documents to the portal. See you!”

He hangs up, and I send a picture of my citizenship confirmation to my company email and upload it to the open transfer request. Minutes later, the status updates.

Luke Tremblay (10046112NY)

Payroll Base Transfer Request - CAN / SWE (EEA/CH)

APPROVED Effective 15 May

by Ajay Mishra / 12:47 UTC

With a smile on my face, I open up my inbox and get on with work, a new burst of energy washing over me. I get in a groove, and I only snap out of it when my phone beeps with a text.

Erik Norberg

The camp is catering lunch so I’ll bring you some afterward

OK, sounds good

I’m still free this afternoon

See you soon!

I’m gonna need a shower when I get back if you catch my drift

Ooh. I like where this is going

You’re such a shower slut

He’s not wrong, so I don’t argue.

Ha ha, very funny.

Should I get supplies for later? For certain fuckery?

I grabbed 50 packets of lube from the campus health center so we’re good

And otherwise, I think it’s time for us

(PHOTO RECEIVED)

It’s a screenshot of medical results for Erik Stefan Norberg, and a bunch of STI tests are highlighted in yellow. Next to all of them: ej p?visad/not detected.

The thought of Erik fucking me skin-to-skin, feeling everything , fills my mind and stiffens my dick. With hurried, shaking fingers, I scramble to download the equally negative results of my last checkup from a month ago and send it off to Erik.

Fuck I’m brutally bricked up

I can’t stop thinking about you railing me bare

Hope you’re pleased with yourself

Oh, I am

But maybe I want you to top for a change

Oh.

Holy shit.

Pls eat quickly

Pls be patient ;)

Yeah, no. Screw patience.

I spend the best part of the next hour pacing around Erik’s room, trying to distract myself, but the bed is always visible so I can’t stop imagining how I’d lay him out and drill into his full, muscular ass.

Jesus, that ass, holy shit . Just thinking about it fires me up like crazy.

Somehow, my horned-up self doesn’t leak precum through my sweatpants by the time Erik comes back. I say hi, and that’s all I can manage before his mouth claims mine, letting out a low, desperate moan.

I stand up, not breaking the kiss, and I breathe him in. Erik was coaching, not playing a game, so he’s barely sweaty at all, just enough to bring out his natural scent: masculine, musky, and fused with that cologne that takes me from horny as fuck to irredeemably feral.

“My god, I love kissing you,” Erik mutters as he pulls back for air. I reply by chasing his lips and pressing my lips against his again, cupping his ass with my left hand and giving it a firm squeeze.

“That makes two of us. I want to maul you,” I say through parted lips, and Erik chuckles.

“No shit. You’re insatiable.” He places a hand on my bulge, compressing lightly, and my arousal surges.

With his other arm around my waist, he walks us backward into his private bathroom, reaching down and slipping my shirt off once we’re inside.

As he turns on the water, I strip the rest of the way, discarding my clothes on the floor before stepping in.

Erik follows me shortly after, soaping up his sculpted pecs.

“Hey, that’s my job,” I say. I reach around and massage the suds over his strong back, working down to his sculpted ass and concentrating my efforts in his crack.

I tease around his tight hole, making him gasp through his teeth, and I use my other hand to stroke his hardening dick to full mast. The mere sensation of him filling my fist sends a jolt to my balls, and in only a few seconds, both of us are rock hard.

“This shower is clean, right?” I ask.

“Yeah. Someone came by yesterday to freshen it up.”

That’s all I need to get on my knees and take Erik’s thick cock into my mouth.

“Don’t… fuck! Don’t make me come like this,” he grunts. He braces himself against the wall, his knees weakening as I drag up his shaft, mouthing the head exactly how he likes.

“Nah, I don’t want you to bust yet.” That’s a partial lie. I want him to shoot his load down my throat. I want to fuck him. I want him to fuck me. I want everything all at once.

Living with him is gonna turn me into a goddamn sex addict.

He cusses and pushes me off. “Control yourself,” he says, slapping a soapy hand under my arm and hauling me up. “There’s a time and a place for you to suck my soul out, and that isn’t right before you fuck me into next week.”

“Sheesh, you’re ambitious. When was the last time you tried bottoming?”

“It’s been years, and the other guy left me sore as hell.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle,” I murmur, “until I have you begging me for more.”

Erik hums, rough and needy. “God, I love it when you talk dirty like that.”

My hand travels down to Erik’s ass and I palm it, shameless and deliberate. He inhales sharply through his teeth and rocks his head back, one hand placed behind my neck.

“Bed. Now,” he mumbles.

Yes please.

We both dart out of the bathroom, dry off, and fall onto the bed. As I set a towel down, Erik reaches into his nightstand and fumbles with a fistful of lube packets.

“Hey, take it easy,” I say, grabbing one from him. “I’ll prep you.” I tear it open and coat my index finger, wiggling it seductively at Erik as he lifts his jacked legs.

“Don’t take your time.”

Yeah, no. I wasn’t planning on it.

I stick my index finger through the tight ring of muscle and pause, reading his body. He relaxes around me so I go further, curving my finger up and grazing his prostate. The noise he makes is so raw and primal, and my dick spasms.

“Do—oh my god, do another one,” Erik gasps, his eyes half-closed and smoldering.

Obliging, I squeeze a line of lube onto my middle finger and ease it into Erik.

His face screws up in surprise, but it softens after mere seconds.

With the slowest, most tentative movements I can muster, I withdraw my two fingers, spreading them apart, before sticking them deep again, over and over.

The low, satisfied hum that Erik is letting out tells me that he’s ready for more, so I lube up a third finger and graze his hole. He nods, and I stick that one in as well, spreading him apart with soft, gradual stretches.

“You ready?” I ask, and Erik groans in approval. I use my other hand to coat my aching erection with lube and angle it at Erik’s exposed ass.

With my heart in my throat, impatient for more, I tease around his hole before slowly sliding in, and?—

“Oh, Jesus fuck ,” I cry out as Erik’s ass tightens around me. It’s been ages since I topped, but I don’t remember it being this downright brain-melting .

Erik clenches and relaxes his ass, and I see stars. He’s loosening himself up even more, and I could come from this alone.

“I’m ready,” he says, and I make a slow thrust. The pleasure that hits me catches me off-guard, and I steady myself with a hand on Erik’s solid chest. I push forward again, and it’s just as good. The warm, wet, ecstasy surrounding me is maddening, and it’s almost too much.

I try to read Erik’s expression, but it’s hard to tell if he’s scrunching his face up in bliss or pain. “Are you doing okay?” I ask.

His jaw loosens, I make another tentative push, and my balls tighten even more.

“This is perfect,” Erik mutters. His body is slack, his head is limp on the pillow, and his limbs are all splayed out, but he’s coiled his fingers through the navy-blue sheets, gripping hard. “Give it to me.”

I smirk down at him. “You think you can take it?”

He nods, frantic and quick. “Rail me.”

Steeling myself, I balance Erik’s legs on my shoulders, clenching before rocking into him.

I pick up the pace, making sure to aim up and hit Erik’s prostate each and every time.

He lets out an unbroken string of swears, wrapping his legs around me and drawing me close.

The first prickles of an orgasm start to build, and I close my fingers around Erik’s hefty, leaking cock, stroking him in sync with every single thrust.

His ass convulses, signaling that he’s on the edge, and like clockwork, he grunts out. “Luke, I’m so close.”

“Come for me.”

His ass spasms, bringing me right to the brink, and then his dick throbs, sending a huge spurt of cum up to his neck. Erik forces out a gravelly, shaky cry, and the sound, coupled with the sweet pulsing around my shaft, pushes me over.

The climax undoes me, ripping me apart at the seams. My vision fades into oblivion, and I see nothing except for the white-hot intensity of my orgasm. It crests in waves and bursts, emanating from my core and spreading all the way to my toes and fingertips.

My sight returns, and I look down to see Erik’s generous release splattered all over his twitching body and the headboard. I snicker, and he stirs.

“What’s so funny?” he asks.

“You made a mess of yourself.” I gesture at his glistening torso. “And the bed.”

“All you, Luke,” Erik mumbles. “Damn, I’m sore. Good sore.”

I grab my towel from the bathroom and wipe him clean, his large body still sprawled out on the bed, weak and relaxed. After giving my softening dick a once-over, I collapse on top of him, nestling my face into his neck and inhaling his addictive scent as he wraps his arms around me.

“We’re gonna need another shower,” he mumbles. “I’m so sweaty, it’s like I came through my pores.”

With a groan, I give his head a hard tap. “That’s disgusting. Don’t say that, you ass!”

His body vibrates with our laughter, and he grins up at me.

I exhale. “Let’s just stay like this for a bit. We can shower later.”

“Sure thing, Lukey.” Erik plants a soft kiss on my cheek, and I collapse into him.

“So how was your first time bottoming in two years?” I ask.

“It’d better not be the last time. I’ll have to risk it during the season, too. It’s way too good.”

“Aren’t you afraid of being sore for games?”

He breathes out a slow sigh. “I’ll see how I feel tomorrow. You were gentle, so I should be okay.”

I flick a strand of hair off of Erik’s forehead. “Mm. I’m more than happy to bend you over after you come home from a game,” I say, dragging my fingers down his torso.

“Fuck,” he moans. “I need you to move in with me, like, immediately. And forever.”

“Be patient, hot stuff.” I run a finger along his jaw, and Erik beams down at me. “I just need a month to get sorted, and then we’ll finally be together.”