Page 5 of Love on Ice (Love in Terengia #5)

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ALL OR NOTHING

Sebastian

Although the day started with one surprise after another, the rest is going like clockwork. Michael clearly wanted to act as if nothing happened this morning, so I followed his lead.

Maybe because of that, there’s been surprisingly little awkwardness between us. We’re joking around as much as usual and are having a really great time.

Michael refused to leave the Hockey Hall of Fame for hours. His childlike enthusiasm for all things hockey is truly infectious. And his beaming eyes tug at my heart.

After spending way too much money in the gift store buying jerseys, pucks, and other NHL memorabilia that apparently you can’t get ahold of in Europe, we explore the city on one of the hop-on hop-off buses.

Now, though, I'm dog-tired. We really should have gone back to our apartment for a rest break. But I guess we’re both eager to avoid the confinement of those four walls. As long as we're out and about, it's easy to pretend that nothing happened — and it puts off having to think about that small bed we're supposed to share again tonight … Or maybe I can hardly wait.

Who knows?

My thoughts on it change every few seconds, making the day an emotional roller coaster.

We dawdle for so long that we only have time to dump our overflowing shopping bags in our apartment before heading off to the first game of our trip. The Toronto Maple Leafs are playing the Pittsburgh Penguins.

As much as I prefer to play sports myself instead of watching them, the exuberant atmosphere at the live match has me hooked. The home team takes the lead quickly, but the game remains close and exciting.

Despite that, I can't shake off the thought that there’s something off between us after all. Michael is chugging one beer after the other — not usually his style — and my worries come back to bite me. What if he asks if I want to get intimate again? How will I answer? My head’s no clearer than it was earlier.

What if we just go to sleep without talking, but our bodies reconnect during the night again? What will we do in the morning?

The huge cry that erupts around the stadium snaps me out of my musings. The Leafs have snatched a win with a lucky last-minute goal. Excitedly, my Fuzzball grabs me in a bear hug.

As he pulls away, he gives me a strange look then he leans forward and gives me a kiss. Full on the mouth. In the middle of the sold-out Scotiabank Arena.

My world narrows. There may be thousands of people celebrating and dancing in the stadium around us, but my world falls silent.

Michael's lips are soft and full, gentle yet strong. It’s perfect.

The kiss may only last a few seconds, but it's as if time stops.

A kiss never felt so good. So right.

Is this for real?

I stare at Michael in awe. Nothing else matters anymore. Apart from the wonderful man next to me, nothing else exists.

"I want you!"

Michael's signs are clear.

Michael

I don't know what came over me when they won. But whatever happened, it was at least an honest reaction.

Too honest? Probably.

Not honest enough? Probably.

I want Sebastian, but not just for one night.

The taste of his skin on my lips stayed with me all day. All day, my gaze would drift back to him and wander over his delicious body. And all day, I cursed the damn alarm clock for robbing me of an answer.

Rejection would have been better than the torture I was in. I know I didn’t show it. I played the part of the jokey best friend. And once I got into the Hall of Fame and then went to the hockey game, I didn’t have to fake my excitement. But inside, all I really wanted was one thing: An answer to my question.

Why did I think I could ignore what happened earlier today ?

During the game, which was longer than any hockey game I've ever seen, I thought some Dutch courage would help. But the beer they serve here is so weak it didn't make a difference — I'm not even tipsy.

When my team actually won, I couldn't help but grab Seb into a hug. There were no ulterior motives.

Not at that point.

But when I got him in my arms, his seductive orange scent filling my senses and his hard muscles against me, I knew there was no turning back. Before I knew it, I’d leaned forward and my mouth was on his.

Our first kiss was perfect. Sebastian's lips are even softer than the tender skin on his pecs. I wanted to kiss him forever right then. I just can't get enough of him.

There was only one thought left in my head: It’s all or nothing.

I told Seb I wanted him. It couldn't be any clearer.

Now, Sebastian is staring at me wide-eyed, and my heart stops.

I try to hold his gaze, but inside I’m screaming, Say something!

After what feels like an eternity, but is probably only a few seconds, Sebastian grabs my hand.

"Let's go," I lip-read.

YES!

I could jump in the air with joy.

We almost run the short distance from the stadium to our apartment, my hand grasped tightly in his. My heart is threatening to leap out of my chest.

Am I nervous? Yes, a little bit. I mean, it's the first time I'm going to have sex with a man. But the anticipation definitely outweighs it. I can't wait to discover the body of the man I've been craving for so long now .

In the elevator we’re alone —thank god — and even before the doors have closed completely, my mouth finds Sebastian's again. Greedily, I nibble on his lower lip and stroke my tongue over the soft skin. It feels so good! Soft and yet firm. It’s pure temptation.

Becoming bolder, I try to get him to open his mouth for me. Luckily, he doesn’t need much persuasion. Seb opens his mouth eagerly, and his tongue darts forward, demanding entry into my mouth. I'm only too happy to let him.

His strong hands pull me even closer, and I can feel how rock-hard his cock is pressed against my thigh.

Damn! This feeling is amazing. Much better than I could have ever imagined. I press against him even more, wanting even more, and then a thought makes the butterflies in my stomach flutter even wilder: Sebastian wants me too.

A feeling of triumph spreads through me — I could fly!

The forty-seven floors whizz past. Far too soon, the metal doors of the elevator open on our floor. It almost kills me, but I let Sebastian go. I’ll soon be getting more of him. Much more. Right after we take the few steps to our apartment.

My hands shake as I unlock the door. I am so excited. Sebastian never stops touching me for even a second. He caresses my shoulders and lets his fingers run down my arms. What normally would have been a gentle touch is now driving me so crazy the key almost falls out of my hand.

Finally, the darn thing opens.

We're barely in the apartment when Sebastian slams the door behind us. I turn to him, and my breath stops for a moment. He looks so turned on. He’s leaning against the door as if his legs can’t hold him upright. His hair is tousled. I must have run my hands through his magnificent mane while we kissed in the elevator. His lips are red and swollen. His thick winter coat is hanging open from his broad shoulders. Best of all, the crotch of his jeans is noticeably bulging. It’s the most erotic sight I’ve ever seen.

Sebastian’s eyes linger on me just as mine are on him. Do I look just as turned on as he does?

"What do you want?"

As he asks me this question, he licks his lips, which glisten seductively in the light shining in through the glass door pane.

"I've always dreamed of fucking"–– You , is what I want to say––"a man," is what I actually say, as my courage leaves me mid-sentence.

It’s too much a risk telling him the whole truth.

Sebastian

I reach down and rub my hard cock through my pants. I can’t believe what I am hearing. I never thought I’d hear something like that from Michael’s lips. The images that are flooding my mind make my shiver: His big body behind mine, sinking his thick, hard cock again and again into me. I have to close my eyes and slowly count to five so I don't come right here, right now.

I don't know what I expected him to say, but certainly not that. I half expected a fumbled hand-job, a lot of insecurity, and a cautious exploration of my body. But my best friend doesn't do things by halves. Never has.

While I try to get my body under control, Michael is one step ahead. He looks absolutely adorable biting his lower lip and asking a bit uncertainly, "Do you have condoms?"

I shrug. "I’ve got lube and a condom or two in my toiletry bag," I reply, glad that I hadn’t bothered to take them out when I was packing. I would never ever have expected to need them on this trip.

Now Michael is grinning broadly. "That'll do. And tomorrow we can buy supplies."

Tomorrow …

He wants more than just the one night!

I can hardly believe it.

His eyes flash as he walks toward me — he’s clearly talked enough.

My right hand had my hard cock in a vise-like grip, but now I press both my palms against the cool door behind me as Michael leans his large body against mine. I arch my head right back to look into his tempting face. He places his hands on my cheeks, and even though his hard body is pressed against me demanding more, his hands are so incredibly tender. Gently, they caress the scratchy stubble of my beard.

Then Michael bends down and puts his lips tenderly on mine. This is not just about fucking. This is infinitely more. A sigh that is almost a sob spills from my lips, and I'm so grateful Michael can't hear it.

With a calmness and patience that no partner has ever shown me, Michael explores my mouth. I’m like putty in his hands. The kiss is endless. With every glide of his tongue he lets me know that we have all the time in the world. Connecting with someone has never felt this intense before — and we haven't even gotten beyond kissing yet.

My hands begin to wander over Michael's body, but the amount of clothes he has on is frustrating. As much as I like winter, right now I simply hate all the layers of clothing required.

With a sigh, I nudge Michael slightly away from me. He lifts his head, taken aback, but I don’t miss my chance. His beloved bright yellow puffer jacket is opened in seconds, and I slide my hands inside and push it from his shoulders. With a knowing grin, Michael takes his hands off my cheeks and lowers his arms. With a soft rustle, the jacket lands on the floor.

Without taking his eyes off me, Michael walks backwards across the room and lowers himself onto the denim-colored couch that was nearly someone’s bed yesterday. He spreads his legs wide and although he’s still fully clothed, my mouth is already watering. Then he crooks his finger, inviting me closer. My throat is dry, but wild horses wouldn’t stop me joining him on that couch right now.

When I’m just in front of him, he stops me.

"Take your clothes off!" he demands.

Michael

Oh my god! I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing. But seeing Sebastian like this, pupils dilated with lust, doing everything I ask, is such a rush.

Maybe I should be more insecure considering it’s my first time — with a man, that is. Maybe I should take it slow and not demand anal sex right away. But I've pictured this scene in my head so many times that it doesn't feel like the first time for me.

Sebastian hesitates. Am I being too forceful? Or does he need me to take the lead?

That sounds like a plan!

With Sebastian still standing in front of me, I pull my thick hoodie over my head, and the T-shirt I'm wearing underneath comes off with it. Sebastian's lips open at the sight of my naked torso. I grin wryly at him. I’m pretty sure that means he likes what he sees .

Before I even get my hands to my waistband, Sebastian has whipped off his soft wool sweater. Underneath, he's wearing a tight-fitting red T-shirt with a Lego minifigure on it. My grin widens a little. That's Seb to a tee! Although his steeply erect nipples that are clearly visible through the fabric of the tight top are what capture my attention. I’d love to play with them. Stroke them through the soft material of the t-shirt, maybe even squeeze them a little. Would Sebastian like that? Are his nipples sensitive?

Instead, I force myself to stay seated. My mission right now is to get this gorgeous man naked. There will be plenty of time later to play around with him and find all the places that make him tremble.

Sebastian hesitates again. While I watched him strip, I forgot what I was doing, but now my hands make it all the way to my waistband. Deliberately slow, I open the belt.

Sebastian stands stock still and watches my every move, eyes wide — as if he can't believe what's happening right now and is afraid to blink in case everything disappears.

My reply is silent.

I’ll prove this isn’t a dream, Sebastian. I’ll worship your body all night. I’ll give you so much pleasure you’ll beg me to stop, and when you come, it’ll shatter you into a thousand pieces.

As if Seb could read my mind, he swallows hard. I always knew Sebastian was a sexy man, but the way he's standing now, I could literally eat him up.

Don't think about it, Michael! Just do it! I think.

When I rise from the couch my pants fall from my hips. Now I'm standing in front of my best friend in nothing but tight-fitting red boxer shorts. The thin material doesn’t leave much room for the imagination, and Sebastian's gaze wanders covetously over my cock and balls. My penis twitches. But Seb’s still wearing far too many clothes .

Then Sebastian closes his eyes briefly and takes a deep breath.

Has he changed his mind?

Sebastian

I can't believe what I’m seeing right now.

Michael’s underwear is almost see-through, and his bulging erection, slightly bending to the right on his lower abs, is more than obvious. As is the wet spot already visible at its tip.

He wants me — really wants me — and I can’t quite believe it!

I close my eyes briefly and take a deep breath. I want to bask in the intoxicating feeling of being desired by the man I've been in love with for so long. There’s no turning back now. Whatever the future holds for us, whether this is just a one-night stand or a hot holiday fling, I'm all in. With every fiber of my body and soul.

When I open my eyes again, the dark spot on Michael's boxer shorts has grown a little larger, but his gaze is now a little cautious.

So far, Michael has led every step of the way. Almost as if he's the one experienced with other men and I'm the newbie. Yet everything feels new to me too. I might have had sex with men — a lot of sex. But this is the first time I’m having sex with my best friend, the man I've dreamed of since I was a teenager. I push these thoughts aside. Thinking can wait. Now, it's my turn to take action.

I grab the hem of my T-shirt and pull it over my head. Then I unbutton my jeans and push them and my underpants down. It only takes a few seconds to get completely naked … in the middle of the small living room with the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Michael makes a sound I’ve never heard before. It's a whimper, my name, and a moan at the same time. Oh my god! If this continues, he’ll drive me completely crazy with that sound alone.

Without thinking about it, I do the thing that seems most natural to me in this situation –– I fall to my knees in front of him. But then I pause.

Michael has said he wants to fuck me. But does that mean he wants me to touch him in other ways? Or am I just his guinea pig? I swallow hard. Even the thought that Michael could see it that way hurts. My eyes slide up the ripped body in front of me. There’s fire in Michael's eyes.

My thoughts say : I want you so much! Can I touch you? And he must have read the question in my eyes because he nods.

Immediately, I bury my face in his crotch. His scent is glorious: Tart, masculine, and all him. I’m pretty sure if someone bottled his scent, they’d make a fortune.

Slowly, I slide my face over Michael's underwear, let my nose and forehead glide over his cock and nudge his balls. Another whimper falls from Michael's lips, and he adjusts his stance a little more to give me better access — it’s such a rush!

I must have done something right to deserve this.

Eventually. I let myself use my mouth. I tilt my head and trace the contour of the gloriously large cock in front of me with my lips. When I reach the tip, I take it through the fabric into my mouth. Michael's underwear is soaked with pre-come.

If I thought his scent was the best I could get, it's nothing compared to how he tastes: Salty and tart, and intoxication. A loud moan escapes from deep within me as this unique flavor explodes in my mouth.

Michael

Seeing Sebastian like this … I can hardly hold myself upright. He seems totally blissed out. No one’s ever been this excited about my cock ever! And I'm not even naked yet.

This isn’t my first blowjob by any means — I’ve had quite a few girlfriends after all. But Sebastian’s touch is something else. It’s like my cock has suddenly become his world, that he couldn’t think of anything better to do all day than explore it. And I’m not sure I’ve ever felt this sexy.

I start to wonder if that’s normal when you’re having sex with a man or if it’s something special between Sebastian and me. But then all my thoughts vanish because Sebastian has sucked the tip of my prick into his mouth. The fact that my cock is still inside my underpants adds another layer to the sensation which zings all the way down to my toes. It’s an out-of-body experience — intense ... and yet not quite enough.

If my underpants are the only thing separating me from Sebastian's mouth, they’ve got to go. I push them down, forcing Seb back. It’s a small price to pay for getting naked together, and Sebastian seems to agree because he sits back on his heels and watches me strip. As I straighten, I notice his gaze is locked on my cock. He’s literally absorbing every curve, every groove, every inch. It's almost like a touch. A tremor runs through my body.

A thick drop of pre-come slides out of the tip of my penis. Sebastian licks his lips. His eyes meet mine and he leans forward slowly as if giving me time to dodge out of the way — giving me time to say no. Nothing could be further from my mind. I want him!

Sebastian's tongue comes out of his mouth, and tenderly, almost cautiously, he licks over my tip. My breath catches in my throat. I can’t hold back any longer. My hands shoot forward and I reach into his shoulder-length blond hair that’s tied loosely at the nape of his neck. The fine and golden strands caress my fingers. God, I love this hair!

For a moment, I think I'm being too rough, too demanding, but then Sebastian lifts his gaze and the heat there is unmistakable. Gently, I guide his head so that he can't help but take my cock all the way into his mouth. Maybe that’s too much, too soon, but I can't wait any longer.

My head falls back. The feeling around my cock is almost indescribable — hot and wet. Sebastian's tongue circles the wide seam of my glans while he sucks the shaft. My legs threaten to give way at any moment.

Blowjobs have never felt this good.

Suddenly Sebastian deep-throats me. I feel his muscles constrict around my cock as he tries to swallow, and my entire body tingles. My balls tighten. Damn! I'm about to come ...

No! It’s way too soon! I mentally scream.

There’s so much more I want to do with Sebastian, and who knows if I'll ever get the chance again?

I try to pull my dick out of his mouth, but he doesn’t make it easy for me. He sucks harder until I have to pull his hair to get him to let go of me. Not for the first time, I'm worried about being too rough, but what else can I do? I can't come. Not yet.

Sebastian's eyes find mine again, and he clearly doesn’t seem to mind me being a bit forceful. If anything, it’s the opposite. His lips are swollen and he’s licking them seductively. His cheeks are flushed, and he’s forcing my hips towards him. My cock is only a few inches away from Sebastian's mouth, glistening from his saliva.

This is so hot!

So damn hot!

I want more!

But now it's my turn.