Page 113 of Wingmen

Roddy’s hand came to the back of his head and held on tight as well, and Dustin wondered what terrifying moments from his life were replaying for him right now.

When they pulled apart, they stared at each other in disbelief, and even though Dustin knew the building was coming down around them, he couldn’t see anything but Roddy.

Then they were being dragged in opposite directions by PR and security people, and Elliot disappeared into the tunnel. Someone was saying Dustin’s name and the words, “Come with me,” and he allowed himself to be escorted through a side door and into the service corridors. By the time they got to the loading dock sixty seconds later, a tinted SUV was already waiting, and he was out of the building before the announcer had probably gotten his second sentence together.

Elliot

He was given five minutes to decompress, then whisked into a press event. He spent twenty minutes answering zero questions about the game and about a thousand questions about Dustin, and then, gracias a Dios, the team’s PR woman wrapped it up and got him into the locker room, showered, and out of the building.

An hour after he’d kissed Dustin Bennet in front of nineteen thousand people and heard the world as he knew it end, he was standing outside Dustin’s hotel room with no memory of how he’d gotten there, smelling of shampoo, with his cell phone going off in his hand. He hadn’t even had the presence of mind to turn it off. He looked down and saw the latest was from Drew. It was the only one, apart from his mother’s and Diego’s, that he opened.

BRO!!!!! IS THIS PICTURE REAL???? OMG!!!! WTF!!!! I LOVE IT!!! I LOVE YOU!!! YOU GUYS ARE SO CUTE!!!! KINGS OF HOCKEY!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!! YES YES YES YES YES!!!!!

It was all in caps and was followed by a wall of crowns and hearts and stars and faces with star eyes and cats with heart eyes and screaming faces and screaming cat faces and a single pineapple that Elliot figured was a typo.

He smiled and texted back,thanks bro. Then turned off the phone and knocked on the door.

The moment Dustinopened it was awkward. They stood with the threshold between them like high schoolers meeting for a first date. Dustin said, “Hi,” and Elliot said, “Hi,” and thenDustin grabbed Elliot by the front of the jacket and pulled him into the room.

Elliot’s hands were under his shirt before the door had closed behind them, and he frantically tugged at it as Dustin reached around him to push it shut. Dustin laughed and put his arms over his head as Elliot ripped it off.

“I was just trying to get you inside, I didn’t mean we had to do itimmediately,” he said.

“No. Now. Right now,” said Elliot, and shed his jacket onto the floor behind him. Two days he’d been waiting, andtwo weeksbefore that, and now they’d kissed in front of nineteen thousand people and the adrenaline from beating Denver hadalreadybeen roaring through him like an electrical fire.

“Are you hungry?” said Dustin.

“Yes, starving.” He stripped off his shirt and flung it aside and went for Dustin’s belt.

“I meant forfood,” said Dustin, as Elliot went to his knees, pulling his jeans down with him.

“So did I. I don’t care. I’ll eat later.” He yanked down Dustin’s boxers – he wasn’t even hard yet, but Elliot took him in his mouth anyway and grabbed his ass with both hands.

“Fucking Christ,” croaked Dustin, and laughed roughly as his hand shot out to brace on the door. “Okay.”

He was hard in what felt like record time, and it was one of the hottest things Elliot had ever experienced. The way it thickened and broadened in his mouth. When it got to the point that Elliot recognized the feel of it, Dustin’s fingers tightened in his hair and itkept going.It got harder than Elliot had ever felt before, and he flicked his eyes up as he pulled off, grinning.

“Wow, Viejo. A PR.”

Dustin grabbed him under the arm and hauled him to his feet.

He threw him at the bed, stumbling the rest of the way out of his jeans and boxers as he came after him. Elliot fell on his back on the mattress, working his own button, but Dustin jumped on him, straddled him, shoved his hands out of the way, and did it himself. He didn’t get the jeans all the way off – left them around Elliot’s knees as he held him down with a hand on his abs, wrapped his mouth around his cock and sucked him all the way down.

“Ay,fóquinbellaco,” Elliot moaned, trying to watch, but temporarily blind with relief. “You’restarving.”

Dustin worked him with both hands and his mouth, and Elliot was so pent up it was about four seconds before he was leaking like a faucet and everything was so wet he figured it wouldn’t make much difference if he jizzed a bathtub-sized amount or not. To Dustin, it might. To the cleaning staff, it would not.

Dustin paused long enough to get his jeans the rest of the way off, and Elliot grabbed him as he flung them aside and pulled him right back down. Dustin’s mouth crashed into his, wet and tasting of Elliot, his beard raw, his tongue savage as he sank both hands into Elliot’s hair to hold him still, punctuating rough kisses with words.

“You were” – “fucking” – “beautiful tonight.”

“Oh yeah?” Elliot lunged at his mouth between words, panting. “I thought you’d be mad that I whooped your little team again.”

“I am. Livid. What do you think is about to happen to you, punk?”

Elliot laughed and pushed him off and scrambled on top of him, but Dustin rolled him before he’d even gotten their mouths together, and then they were in a borderline violent wrestling match on the bed, taking each other down like they were trying to see who could pin the other guy and kiss him the longest.

Dustin won this game – not fair, he was bigger – and Elliotfound himself facedown on the bed with Dustin’s tongue in his ass. He moaned and thrust against the mattress, desperately trying to get free, because Dustin’s beard was so long it wasall up inside himnow, which wasdefinitelygoing to make him come, and it had been less than five minutes at this point. But Dustin was kneeling on his shoulders with his balls in Elliot’s hair, and his hands were holding him down as they spread him open, and Elliot was completely fucking trapped.