Page 39 of Slew Foot (Scoring Chances #3)

“I understand,” Rafe said quietly.

“Tanner and Luke are out there stirring things up, and that’s fine because that’s the role we need them to play. You two are at your best when you’re playing focused, disciplined hockey without letting emotion cloud your judgment. Physicality is fine, but only if it’s controlled. Can you do that?”

“Yes, Coach,” Mickey said.

“Yes,” Rafe agreed. “Absolutely.”

“I understand last night was somewhat of an unusual situation but if anything like it happens again, there will be much more serious consequences.”

They both nodded.

“Good. I’m glad we’re on the same page,” Coach Rasmussen said with a sigh. “Now, go eat your breakfast and get packed so we can get on the road.”

While Mickey certainly didn’t enjoy lectures from his coach, being the center of attention, or dealing with the team’s incessant chirping, he had to admit he felt a little smug every time he looked at the marks on Rafe’s neck.

It kept distracting him as they packed their suitcases.

Rafe kept shooting him little looks too, until Mickey finally crowded him against the bathroom counter and kissed him stupid.

Despite the distractions, they finished packing with twenty minutes to spare before they needed to be in the lobby to board the bus to the airport.

They stared at each other for a moment before Mickey pushed Rafe down onto the bed, covering his body with his own and kissing him deeply.

They made out desperately and it wasn’t long before Mickey pushed their clothing aside and grasped Rafe’s cock.

He gave it a few strokes before he spat in his hand and lined himself up too.

He stroked both of them, shuddering when Rafe began to moan.

Mickey flexed his hips, fucking into his fist as Rafe did the same and it was so good.

So intense.

Every rock of Rafe’s hips and the restless way he touched Mickey, hesitant but needy, fueled Mickey’s need too. Soon, they were both chasing their orgasms, Mickey’s head swimming with desperate need.

“Close,” Rafe choked out a few moments later. “Please, can I come?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Mickey urged, barely able to remember any other words in English.

Thankfully it was enough because Rafe came with a low groan, his cum spreading hot and slick across Mickey’s cock. Mickey wasn’t quite there but he was close, so he kept going, kept stroking Rafe through his orgasm as he chased his own.

Rafe was twitchy and oversensitive, letting out these desperate little whines, but it wasn’t long before Mickey came too, groaning against Rafe’s shoulder.

After a moment, Mickey rolled off him, the ceiling swirling a little as he came down from his orgasm.

“ Schei?e ,” he said, still breathing hard.

“Un-huh,” Rafe muttered, sounding dazed.

“Das konnen wir gut,” Mickey added.

“I have no idea what you said because I don’t actually speak German, but I probably agree with that too,” Rafe mumbled.

Mickey laughed softly, turning to look at Rafe and finally getting his brain to switch over to English. “I was saying we were good at that.”

“Oh. Then yeah, I agree.” Rafe was still sprawled on his back, T-shirt rucked up, sweats halfway down his thighs as he panted lightly. He was Mickey’s every single wet dream rolled into one.

With his big body and thick muscles, his bronzed skin and dark hair, there were few people who wouldn’t call him attractive.

But it was the look in his eyes that got to Mickey every time.

The soft, adoring way he gazed at Mickey and the way he smiled with undisguised happiness when he looked at him.

Mickey had the overwhelming urge to latch onto Rafe and never let go. But that was a little much, especially since they had only officially been together for less than twelve hours.

He restrained himself.

Instead, he sat up, gave Rafe a quick kiss, then reached for the tangled sheet. He used the corner of it to wipe Rafe’s belly. He cleaned his own hand and body, shaking his head at what a mess they’d made.

“Should I learn German?” Rafe blurted out.

Mickey looked at him, blinking. “Do you want to learn German?”

“I mean, I’ll probably be terrible at it. I have no ear for languages, and I suck at remembering stuff. But I’d try. For you.”

Melting, Mickey had to kiss him again.

“What was that for?” Rafe asked, smiling when he drew back.

“For being you,” Mickey said simply because he couldn’t manage much more when his head was still so fuzzy feeling. Damn that had been a hell of an orgasm. Also, maybe this headache that didn’t quite want to go away.

It wasn’t bad, just sort of vaguely there and worse on the left side of his head. He tugged at his ear.

“Does that mean you want me to learn?” Rafe looked slightly apprehensive but determined.

“It means I love that you even asked,” Mickey admitted. “I don’t expect you to be fluent, but I could maybe teach you a few things if you wanted.”

“Okay, perfect,” Rafe said happily.

Mickey sat up with a groan, his head still swimming a little. “We should get to the bus now though.”

After staggering out of bed, they cleaned up any remnants of cum on their skin with damp washcloths and smiled stupidly at each other in the bathroom mirror.

They righted their clothes and hair, then Mickey carefully bundled the messy sheets into a pile on the floor. He left a tip on the nightstand, grinning when Rafe added a little note saying, “Sorry for the mess!” with a cute little smiley face.

It was very Rafe and Mickey had to kiss him for it. He had a feeling he was going to be doing a lot of that in the future.

He wasn’t mad about it.

For a moment, they stood there, holding each other, and despite a funny little lurch in Mickey’s head like he was suddenly standing on the edge of a cliff, everything was too wonderful for him to do anything but smile.