Page 36 of Slew Foot (Scoring Chances #3)

Rafe responded with a moan. He arched into it, his hands rising in the air then hovering there uncertainly as if he wasn’t sure what to do with them. If Mickey hadn’t been pinning him down, his hips would have come off the bed too.

Well then … Mickey laughed softly, reaching out to grasp Rafe’s wrists in his hands and press them to the pillow above their heads.

Rafe responded beautifully, melting into it, looking at him with wide, eager eyes.

“Do you know how many times I thought about getting you in bed like this?” Mickey rasped, pressing a kiss to Rafe’s jaw.

Rafe shook his head.

“Every night before I went to sleep. Every time I was alone in the shower.”

Rafe whimpered.

Mickey wasn’t sure if it was his words or the fact he’d pinched Rafe’s nipple. “You like this?” he asked, pinching again.

Rafe nodded, licking his lips. “Yeah. I like everything you do.”

Mickey laughed and dragged his mouth down Rafe’s jaw to his throat, nipping with his teeth. “ Everything ?”

“Well, everything you’ve done so far,” Rafe admitted, sounding a little breathless. “And I think I’ll like everything else you’d want to do to me.”

Mickey sat up far enough to shoot him a skeptical look. Because Rafe knew some of the things he was into.

And that was something Mickey had considered too. Would he still want to be with Rafe if he didn’t enjoy being restrained or edged or …

He would. Of course he would.

There were people who it was a huge deal for. People who needed that to get off. And Mickey liked it but he didn’t think he needed it. If Rafe didn’t enjoy it, he thought he could do without and not miss it.

Not resent Rafe for not wanting it.

But he had to be sure they were in agreement about this. Whatever that agreement was.

“What?” Rafe asked, his forehead wrinkling.

“You saw the cuffs in my drawer,” Mickey pointed out. “You know I like ordering my partner around. You really think you’ll want that?”

“You order me around all the time on the ice, and I’ve never played better,” Rafe said with a shrug that made his pecs move in distracting ways. “Why wouldn’t I like it when we’re in bed?”

He flexed his hips and yes, he was still hard as he pressed against Mickey’s body. Also, Mickey was pretty sure he wasn’t wearing underwear under those shorts.

Mickey shivered, only this time there was nothing but heat suffusing his body.

Mickey bit back a curse, grinding his cock against Rafe’s hip before he could stop himself. “Not everyone is into it.”

“Well, I am.”

Mickey sucked in a sharp breath. “You want me to restrain you?”

Rafe flexed his arms like he was pointing out Mickey was already doing that.

Okay, fair point there.

Smiling, Mickey dragged his teeth across the cords of Rafe’s neck, then bit down. “Is that a yes ?” he asked anyway, because he wanted to be sure they were very, very clear.

Rafe’s nod was frantic. “Yeah. Yes. Please .”

“What if I wanted to do other things?” Mickey asked, working his way down Rafe’s neck and leaving stinging little bites in his wake.

“Like what?” Rafe sounded a little breathless again.

“Like …” Mickey’s head whirled with ideas. “Like sucking your cock and fingering you until you cry. Eating you out and not letting you touch yourself or rub off on anything. Telling you things.”

“What kind of things?”

Mickey laughed darkly. “Mean ones. Like you’re made to take my cock. You’re not good for anything but taking my cock.”

Rafe shivered.

“You like that?” Mickey whispered. It was fairly mild, really, compared to what he’d said in the past, but he wasn’t about to overwhelm Rafe. Just test out what he might like.

“Yeah. I like it.” Rafe arched his hips again and this time it was hard enough Mickey had to work a little to keep him pinned down. “You don’t really mean it though, right?” He sounded a little breathless.

“No.” Mickey kissed his way across Rafe’s collarbone, then bit down, sucking it. “No. You’re an amazing player and a great friend and there’re so many other wonderful things about you. When I say it, it’s not bad. Not to me .”

It didn’t mean he didn’t respect Rafe or think highly of him, only that in that moment, they were both who they were meant to be. Made for each other. Made to bring each other pleasure.

Rafe whimpered. “Then I want it.”

“What part of it?”

“ All of it.” Rafe wriggled a little beneath him like he was too eager to stay still.

“Rafe …” Mickey whispered huskily and then he was kissing Rafe hard, claiming his mouth and sliding a hand down his torso. He teased his nipples and tweaked them, making Rafe moan into his mouth.

He raked his blunt nails down Rafe’s abs, making him shiver and arch.

He gripped his hip, digging his thumb in and felt a shudder ripple through Rafe’s body as he twisted on the bed.

Mickey shifted, biting at Rafe’s neck and sucking, using his tongue and teeth to really work at the spot.

“ Please ,” Rafe whimpered.

“Please what ?” Mickey rasped, raking his nails through the soft hair scattered across Rafe’s pecs.

“ Touch me .” Rafe’s breath was a little ragged now.

Mickey tugged at the hair. “I am touching you.”

“My—my cock.” Rafe twisted, like he was trying to get some friction.

Mickey pressed his weight harder into Rafe’s right thigh. It was easier to pin down someone smaller, but Mickey liked the challenge. Liked how hard he had to work for it with Rafe.

Mickey smoothed his hand down Rafe’s stomach. God, those abs .

He wanted his mouth all over them, but he’d have to let go of Rafe’s wrists if he did and he was enjoying holding him down too much.

He teased a finger along the waistband of Rafe’s shorts instead. “What do you want me to do to your cock?”

“I—I don’t care. Just something …”

Mickey laughed at the desperation in Rafe’s voice. Oh, he loved that. Loved how eager and needy he sounded already. And Mickey had barely begun.

Oh, this was going to be perfect .

Rafe was perfect. Perfectly, deliciously made for Mickey.

Still over top of the fabric, Mickey reached out and grasped Rafe’s cock. Rafe let out a whimper.

Mickey grinned and returned to his task of marking up Rafe’s neck.

Mine , he thought with satisfaction.

He squeezed and rubbed Rafe’s cock, loving the desperate little noises Rafe let out and the way he arched into the touch as best he could when Mickey had one hip pinned.

“Mickey …” Rafe whimpered. He let out a sharp cry and his hips snapped up, a shudder rolling through his body.

Mickey felt wetness against his palm, and he pulled his hand away to see a dark stain spreading across Rafe’s gray sweatpants.

“Oh,” he said, a little surprised.

“Fuck,” Rafe swore.

Mickey looked up to see Rafe with his eyes screwed shut, his face a little ruddy.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

“No,” Mickey said, shifting to press a kiss to Rafe’s warm cheek. “No, that was hot.”

“Yeah?” Rafe peeked through one eye, like he was checking to be sure it was safe.

“Yeah.” Mickey brushed their lips together. “Yeah, it was.”

“Sometimes I kinda have a hair trigger,” Rafe admitted, opening his other eye, although his nose scrunched up. “Like, especially when it’s been a while. Sorry.”

And oh, it had been a while for him, hadn’t it? Mickey realized. If Rafe and Logan had split in November, it had been over four months for him.

Mickey soothed him with a soft, lingering kiss. “I don’t mind,” he whispered when he pulled back. “You don’t need to apologize for it. Can I ask you a few questions though?”

“Sure.”

“Do you want to last longer?”

Rafe shrugged. “Sometimes. I can usually tell when I’m getting close. I just got, uh, a little overwhelmed this time and it took me by surprise. I didn’t have a chance to warn you.”

“Well,” Mickey said, a little dazzled by the possibilities. “We can work with that .”

“Yeah?” Rafe looked hopeful.

“Mm-hmm.” Mickey sat back, letting go of Rafe’s arms.

He kept them right where they were. God, he really was so fucking perfect .

“Get undressed,” Mickey ordered. Because Rafe needed to move before his muscles cramped. Just because he could hold still for a long time didn’t mean he should. Not when they had another game in two days.

“Uh, okay.” Rafe lifted his hips, hooked his thumbs into the sweats, then pushed them down. He kicked them off the bed.

Mickey had a dim thought about how the sweats should get rinsed off or they were going to be crusty and disgusting by the time they got back to Boston.

But he was a little too busy staring at Rafe’s cock.

It was mostly soft now, the remnants of his cum still glistening in the black hair at the base. And Mickey’s own cock throbbed at the sight.

“Tell me,” he said, tearing his gaze away to look Rafe in the eye. “Can you come again tonight?”

Rafe nodded, smiling. “Yeah, shouldn’t be a problem.”

Mickey smiled too, losing the rest of his clothing before straddling Rafe’s hips. “ Perfect .”

Rafe shivered when Mickey kissed him again. It was slow and dirty. He used his tongue to tease into Rafe’s mouth and slowly deepened the kiss. He took his time, like he was the one who’d just come, not Rafe.

But Rafe was already eager for more. He reached up, planning to pull Mickey closer, then hesitated.

“Can I touch you,” he asked when they came up for air.

“Do you want to touch me?”

Rafe hesitated, then nodded. “Yeah.”

He liked Mickey pinning him down, but he also wanted to see what Mickey’s body felt like.

It turned out it was cool in some places and warm in others. He was muscular, not in a bulky way, but Rafe could feel every firm dip and hollow as he let himself explore.

They kissed again, slow and deep, and Rafe sighed happily.

This was so good. He hadn’t spent a lot of time thinking about what Mickey would be like in bed but when he’d allowed himself to, he’d have thought Mickey might be a little rougher.

And maybe he would be in the future and Rafe was definitely okay with that, but this was nice too.

It was enough to have Mickey’s tongue in his mouth and learn he liked it when Rafe stroked his thighs, the hair there lightly tickling his palms.