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Max

The season wore on. We were halfway through now and our record was looking good. Ruben healed and had no lasting effects from his injury, something I was thankful for every day.

“Max, pay attention,” Coach yelled. “I’m trying to tell you the new goalie will be here today. I want you and Vanel to both work with him and get to know him.”

“Sure, what’s his name?” I asked and shifted around in my seat.

“Sam Edwards. He should be here anytime, I just wanted to give you a heads up,” Coach said before standing and signaling it was time for me to go. “I was hoping he could start earlier in the season, but he had other commitments to attend to first. He should be a good fit though.”

“Don’t worry, Coach, Vanel and I will catch him up,” I said. Since Dexter had been moved up to staff, Vanel and I had trained together more and were getting good at working on our weaknesses and sharing tips we both had on keeping the other team from scoring. I walked out to my locker and strapped on my pads while other players were also getting dressed.

“Hey, are you coming over later?” Ruben asked. He’d been in his office doing physical therapy on one of the other players when I first got to practice so I hadn’t had the chance to speak to him.

“Yes, or you can stop by my house,” I said and resisted the urge to kiss him. The whole team knew we were together, but we both agreed to save physical contact until we were not at work.

“Okay, we’ll figure it out later,” he said and walked back into his office.

“I can’t wait,” I mumbled to myself. The truth was the more time we spent together the more time I wanted to spend with him. After he was injured things changed. I felt so protective of him, which drove him nuts at times, but he admitted he’d never had anyone in his life who had taken care of him the way I had. I was falling in love with him, and hoped he felt the same.

“Hey, I’m on my way to your house. Do you mind if I stop by?” I asked as I drove there and waited for his answer.

“Why would I mind?” he asked. “I’ll be here waiting for you.” I could hear the smile in his voice and even though we’d been working at the arena all day, we hadn’t been together, and I was ready for some actual time with him.

I pulled up to his house and hurried to the door before knocking as I opened it. “Hey, I’m here.” He was in the kitchen but dropped whatever he was working on to kiss me hello.

“I’ve wanted to do that all day. It’s hard to work with you without touching you,” he said, echoing my feelings.

“We’ll just have to make up for it every night we’re together.” I rested my hands on his hips and kissed him again. Taking my time and tasting him while trying to control my body’s need to fuck him.

“I like that idea,” he said as he pressed his hard dick against my leg.

“Fuck, you make me want you so bad. You’re all I can think of when we’re at work,” I whispered. “I think about that tight ass and burying my dick deep in you.” Licking up his neck, I moved to his ear and nibbled the way I knew drove him crazy.

“Fuck me,” he said, not even able to play along. I gripped his hand and pulled him into his bedroom. After stripping his clothes off I worshiped his body before planting a soft kiss where he’d been hit. Both of us lay on the bed and kissed, letting the heat between us build to the inferno it was every time we were together.

Taking the bottle of lube we now kept nearby, I dripped some on my hand before reaching between us and taking hold of both of us before moving my hand, making Ruben gasp. He gripped my hair and pulled me in closer before resting his leg on my hip and thrusting with me. We kissed wet and dirty, our tongues exploring while my hand sped up and his hips followed.

He broke off the kiss and pulled my head back to meet my eyes. “Fuck me, Max.”

I had a condom on and his hole lubed but forced myself to give him time to adjust before I pressed into him. But then I remembered, there was something I wanted to say. “Ruben, I love you.” I’d never said those words to anyone I wasn’t related to, and I’d never had a boyfriend who’d said them to me. Hie eyes opened, and he traced his fingers along my jaw.

“I love you too.” He meant it. There was no doubting the emotion and warmth in his eyes and there was no denying the way my heart swelled knowing the man I loved, loved me right back. Everything slowed down and I lifted his leg over my hip as I pressed into him. His forehead rested against my chest as both of us fought to control our body’s reaction to the intense stimulation.

When he looked up and met my eyes, I knew I would never share the feelings I had for him with anyone else. He was my first, and possibly my only, love. I kissed him, but gone was the frantic need for release; it was replaced with wanting to prolong these feelings for as long as we could. I moved slowly in him and reached down to stroke him and palm the head of his dick hoping he could hold out too.

We were both so worked up that the change in not just motion but also emotion felt like a deep cleansing breath and focused us both more on each other, and not just our bodies. He was so handsome, and I wanted to remember the way he looked at this moment for the rest of my life. His green eyes were full of love and wonder and I hoped he saw those same things reflected back at him.

For the first time in my life, I made love, and I hoped I had shown Ruben how much that meant to me but even if I didn’t, I’d make sure to show him every time we were together. And hopefully we were together a lot. I was in it to win it, and I knew he’d be there with me.