Page 25 of Goalie interference

“I don’t mind shoes in the house.”

“My mom spent too many years drilling it into my head for me to stop now,” I mumbled. “Nice place.”

“I’ve had nicer, but thank you,” he sighed, nudging his head for me to follow him deeper into the apartment, into the living room.

He seemed uncomfortable, keeping a distance from me and flexing his fists as if it was a comfort for him as he sat on the couch with me.

“We should talk first.”

This guy and talking…

“I did what you said,” I answered, stiffening my spine at how painfully uncomfortable I suddenly was. “Didn’t…you know–I listened.”

“Good,” he hummed, smiling softly at me. “That’s good, Ash, but that’s not what I want to talk about…we need boundaries. We need rules and to understand what’s happening here–fully.”

“And I do!” I said suddenly, almost defiantly. “I understand it, Thayer–I do. I’m not some kid–I know how bad a situation this is, and I know how bad it would be for you if it ever got out–”

“When,” he said firmly, tentatively moving a few inches closer to me.

“When it gets out… You don’t know everything, Ash. I know you’re an adult and you chose to come here, so I know you’ve thought about it, but…I care about you. I understand that this is new for you and you’re just satisfying a curiosity in me–that’s fine if that’s all it is, but I want us to be on the same page about it.”

My mouth opened and shut a few times, clearly thinking it had words that my brain hadn't found yet.

I was nervous going into this already, but we were having a feelings talk right away? I wasn’t against the feelings talk, but I had a pretty mean ache in my pants that I was eager for him to solve.

“I don’t know,” I mumbled, shrugging a little bit and feeling more like the kid I just swore I wasn’t. “I like you… I like talking to you and being around you–I obviously have some stuff I’m figuring out, but… I mean, if you’re asking if I have feelings for you.”

“Then yeah– I do.”

“Okay,” he said, smiling more than I'd seen in a while from him. “I wasn’t asking that–I was just telling you that I did. I wanted you to have all the information going into this, but we can do the rest of this talk later, if you want.”

“Now you're talking,” I hummed, scooting a little closer to him. I bowed my head to him, a little too excitedly, only to earn a soft chuckle and no hand from him on my neck. “What’s so funny?”

“Ash, that's,” he chuckled, finding far too much amusement in my confused face. “I don’t have to do that all the time–that’s just to reel you back in when you're acting out–”

“But I liked it–”

“You liked the control of it,” he clarified, holding up a hand to my face for a second. “You liked giving up control to me and being guided, but I have many different ways of making you feel that.”

His hand closed around my chin, softly but firmly, tilting my face to meet his.

I didn’t feel it as strongly, but I felt what he was talking about–the power I was giving up when he did this and the relief in my chest from just being guided–cared for.

It was care.

“You want this, Ash?” he whispered, breathy and hot on my face. I nodded, a little too excitedly. “Choose it. Kiss me.”

I hesitated for just a second before pushing past his hold and closing the small gap between our faces. My lips crashed into his, warm and inviting, already more exciting than any lips I'd kissed, ever.

Thayer dropped his hand from my chin to my neck, massaging his thumb into my pulse and making me lightheaded again. I was already a mess of breaths and groans for him, digging my fingers into any part of him I could get my hands on as he kissed down my throat.

It was intoxicating.

Just as I moved to take over, he took hold of my hips, pulling me into his lap and lifting me with him when he stood. He carried me into his room, kneeling on his bed, and hovering over me as he laid me down.

It was soft and sweet–it was caring. He was as turned on as I was–I could see that in his shorts, but he was controlled and collected, kissing down my chest as he pushed up my shirt.

In an effort to help, I sat up and pulled my shirt off, tossing it to the ground, only to have Thayer's mouth back on my skin before I could even blink. His mouth worked over my chest, taking my nipple between his teeth and toying with it, making me hiss and arch my back at the same time.