At midnight, there’s a soft knock on my door.
I check the peephole, my pulse hammering hard at Danny standing in the hallway in a hoodie and sweatpants.
I open the door, pull him inside, and close the door.
“Hi,” he says.
“Hi.” I fist his shirt and crush my lips to his.
We stumble toward the bed. He yanks my shirt over my head, his mouth on my neck, my collarbone, working down my chest.
“We have to be quiet,” I say, blood pounding between my ears.
“I know.” He drops to his knees and tugs open my pants. “I’ll be quiet. Can you say the same?”
He teases the tip of my cock with his tongue, then swallows me down, deep enough to hit the back of his throat.
I thrust against his lips, my fingers lost in his hair.
“Fuck,” I mutter as he drags his tongue along the underside of my cock. He cups my balls with one hand, kneading them. I jerk my hips against his mouth, thrusting faster until a blast of white light explodes behind my eyes.
I slap my hands against the wall, shuddering as the orgasm explodes out of me. And when I see Danny pull away, trickles of cum streaming from the sides of his mouth, fuck, it’s the hottest thing ever.
“Your turn,” I say.
“We don’t have time?—“
“We’re making time.”
I push him onto the bed, strip off his pants, and take him into my mouth. He pulls a pillow and presses it over his head to keep quiet, his hips bucking against my mouth, and when he comes, I hear my name, muffled by the pillow.
I climb onto the bed and drop onto the mattress next to him.
He props himself up on one elbow. “It was probably stupid to sneak up here. But I couldn’t go three days without touching you.”
“Me neither.”
“I’m gonna go. Don’t want to press my luck.”
I watch him get dressed. He kisses me one more time, checks the hallway, and slips out the door.
I cover my face with the pillow, breathing in his scent.
That was reckless. Stupid. Dangerous.
And I’d do it again in a heartbeat.
The next day is game day. It’s the typical schedule…morning skate, team meeting, pre-game meal. I keep my distance, trying not to let anyone see how badly I want to pull Danny aside and devour him.
During the pre-game coordination, I’m working with Detroit’s media team when I see Alex.
My blood runs cold.
He’s here. In Detroit.
Of course he is. He covers hockey. This is his job.
He sees me and waves.
