Page 64 of Date With Skates

He snatches the phone from my hand and goes through the photos.

“Look, it has a bedroom, a bathroom, and a kitchen. Truly the only rooms I care about.”

“This wallpaper is horrendous,” I comment, taking in the vomit-yellow wallpaper in the kitchen.

“Then we will hire someone to fix it. Or better yet—” He gets that look in his eye when he’s about to say something dirty. “You can pretend to be a maintenance man who comes in to fix up the house, but then you find me irresistible and end up fucking me, even though you know it’ll cost you your job.”

“Then how will we get rid of the ugly wallpaper?”

He slaps my chest. “You’ll do it after we fuck.”

I chuckle. “Wow, you really need to do something with your free time.”

“I do,” he sighs. “I think of all these sexy scenarios I’m going to put you in. I should write books.”

“Or you c—”

He gasps, cutting me off and startling me when he jumps up.

“Direct porn! I could totally direct porn. That’s it. I’ve found my calling.”

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me,” I mutter.

“I’m going to do it, you know.” He throws his leg over my hips to straddle me and grabs my phone. “I can start with us.”

His mouth finds my neck as he drops my phone beside us on the bed.

“I don’t hate that idea,” I say, grabbing his ass.

“I’ll jerk off to it when you’re away, and I’m alone in our pool.”

“You will not jerk off in the pool. I can’t even imagine what that clean-up will look like.”

“Mon Dieu, Connor, I won’t come in the pool. What do you think I am?”

“Uncontrollable when you come, that’s what.”

“It’s your fault.”

I want to say something back, but he kisses me and then our clothes are coming off.

We’re in Boston for a game, because he travels with me wherever I go. He’s not supposed to, but we figure it out. Since Roman and I always room together, we cover for each other. It just sucks that Nico can’t come with us as much as Étienne does because he has tours and practices.

“I missed your cock,” he says as he crawls down my body.

“You just had it this morning.”

“Too long.”

He takes me into his mouth, sucking gently on the tip and using his hand to jerk me off. I don’t expect to come as quickly as I do, but his mouth just feels so good. He swallows me down when the orgasm hits, my cum shooting right down his throat. He swallows it all, moaning as he does. When there’s nothing left in me, I pull him up to straddle my waist and I jerk him off with one hand while the other holds onto his throat. He really likes that these days. Not quite being choked, but enough pressure to let him know that I could choke him if I wanted to.

He comes quickly too, squirting his cum all over my bare chest.

We shower and change into sweats before getting comfortable in bed. It’s late, and I have to be at the rink first thing for morning skate before the game, so I don’t plan on staying up late. But Étienne reaches for the menu, and tells me everything he wants, so I call room service and order it for him.

“Do you want me to pay you for that?” he asks.

“Don’t be smart,” I grumble. “You know I love spoiling you.”