Page 59 of Forbidden Hockey

That I do because it’s fucking fun.

It’s the end of the night, everyone’s gone home, leaving just Dirk and me to close up. I lock all the fucking doors so I can put my hands on him as I like. He’s already doing the bar cashout at the bar top. He’s wearing his ball cap, slung around backward with the brim facing the nape of his neck, his brow frowning as he counts. He’s got the thickest forearms from all those slapshots. I need to put all that muscle to work, stroking my cock.

I enter behind the bar from the back and sling my arms around him, resting my chin on his shoulder.

“If you’ve come to tease me some more, I might kill you, Trav, just sayin’.”

“Nah, you couldn’t kill me. No chance.”

He spins his head; I catch his lips. “I might punch you in the dick, though.”

I doubt he’d do that either, but I get it, he’s reaching his limit. “Can you stay over tonight?”

Dirk sets the cash he was counting down. “Really?”

“Yep.”

“Hell, yeah. I …fuck. I’ve gotta be at Hunt’s early tomorrow, that okay? He’s got me on yard duty all fucking day.”

“Yard duty?”

“Yeah. He claims he needs help with a bunch of shit in his backyard, but it’s bullshit. It’s to keep me busy so I’m not fraternizing with you.”

I laugh. It’s kinda cute. I get why Dirk doesn’t appreciate it, but his brother loves him.

“That’s fine. I’ll have you up and coffee-fueled before you have to go.”

He looks to the ceiling. “Shit, though. He was here earlier. He saw what I was wearing, and I don’t have a change of clothes.”

“I think Dash has some stuff he left upstairs.”

“And Dash will see that, and fucking know.” He releases a heavy sigh. “I could run home and grab some stuff, but those nosey fuckers will ask questions.”

Thing is, I’m a tad old-fashioned. If Dirk was just a casual fuck, I would have bent him over the bar top by now. But he’s not, and I want to take my time. Drag it out. We only get to have our first time once. I want to get to know him before I take him to my bed and ruin him for everyone else.

Because I will, and when I do, he’s staying the fucking night so I can hold him in my arms afterward.

“Alright, tonight’s not gonna work. What you’re gonna do is start leaving some shit at my place just in case, and for tonight …”

I tear the cash from his hand, shoving it in the till drawer. I get him pressed against the bar top so fast. My mouth on his neck, kissing, but not leaving any marks. That’s hard for me. I wanna mark him to hell, make him my greatest sin, but I can wait. My fingers move to his jeans button.

“Wait, Trav,” he breathes. “I’ve been fucking dying to suck your cock.Please.Let me.”

I don’t know why me doing shit to him feels less wrong than letting him do shit to me, but beyond kissing and touching, Ihaven’t let him. I’ve got to stop it. I’ve gotta be all in if I’m with him. I won’t fuck around with his heart.

Slowly, I nod. Not much terrifies me, but he does.

He fucking beams, scrambling to his knees, popping the button of my jeans open fast enough that I won’t change my mind. Which I won’t, but I am about to lose it. The number of times I’ve pictured Dirk underneath me like this today alone is criminal.

I’m wearing loose jeans, so without the button and zip done up, they slide off me, and he peels my black cotton briefs down, unleashing my cock.

“Fuck, it’s so big,” he says, staring. Using his thumb, he circles the head, toying with the bead of precum already there.

Sliding my hand up the back of his head, I miss the mangy tuft of hockey hair he had here. This is exactly what I’d have loved to use it for. I grip the nape as best I can and hook my thumb to pull his bottom lip down.

“I’m gonna fuck your mouth, baby.”

“Fucking, hell. Please. Use me.”