Game Changer

by Rachel Reid

  They made out on the couch, hands pushing up under their shirts. Scott felt wild. Even in the afterglow of a (really excellent) blow job, he craved more. Kip’s erection was hard against his hip now, and Scott reached for it, gripping him through his jeans. Kip moaned softly into his mouth and rocked into his hand. Scott moved to undo Kip’s fly, but Kip stopped him with a hand wrapped around his wrist.

  “You all right?” Scott asked.

  “Yeah,” Kip exhaled, his forehead pressed against Scott’s shoulder, “I just... There’s something I wanna do. And I don’t want to lose my nerve.”

  Scott’s curiosity was piqued, to say the least. “What do you want to do?”

  “Can we go to the bedroom?”

  “Yeah! Yeah, of course.”

  Kip untangled himself from Scott and led him to the bedroom. When they got there, he turned and started undressing. “Last time,” he said, after pulling his sweater over his head, “you said...you wanted...”

  “Last time...” Scott repeated, struggling to recall the specific request to which Kip was referring. He wanted a lot of things when it came to Kip. “Oh!”

  “Yeah,” Kip said with a crooked smile. “Said you wanted to watch me. Wanted to see how I get myself off.”

  “I did,” Scott said, dazed. “I do. I want that. God.”

  “Well,” Kip said, unbuttoning his fly, “have a seat.” He gestured to the chair in the corner of Scott’s bedroom.

  “Yeah...yeah, okay. Jesus.”

  Scott sat in the chair. Other than his shirt being unbuttoned and his pants being open, he was still dressed. Kip, on the other hand, was already down to his black briefs. The imbalance made Scott feel very dirty. He was getting hard again already.

  Kip piled up the pillows against the headboard and threw himself playfully onto the bed, his back propped up by the mountain of pillows.

  Scott dragged the chair a little closer. He would abide by Kip’s rules, but he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to get the best view possible.

  Kip closed his eyes, exhaled heavily, then slid a hand down his stomach and onto his thigh. He moved his hand in lazy circles on his inner thigh for a moment, then trailed it over to where his cock strained against his briefs.

  He inhaled sharply and opened his eyes, first looking at his hand, and then up at Scott. Scott nodded slowly.

  “Okay,” Kip murmured, apparently to himself.

  Scott could see the tension leave him as he moved his hand, gripping and fondling the bulge in his shorts. He sighed and chewed his lip, eyes fluttering closed, then open again to gaze at Scott under heavy lids.

  “Been thinking about this a lot,” Kip said, his voice sleepy and easy. “You watching me like this. Hot as fuck, I can tell you that.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Mm. When I was jerking off...fuck, after we hung up the other night... I imagined you were watching.”

  “God.”

  “Almost...almost called you back. Wanted to Skype or something so you could watch me for real.”

  “Fuck, yes. We’ll have to do that. Soon. When my roommate isn’t there.”

  Kip laughed. “Right. Shit. Roommate. Forgot.” He tugged at himself through the fabric, head rolling back against the pillows. He was so sexy and daring, and he was giving Scott everything he wanted.

  “How’re you doing there?” Scott asked, voice hoarse.

  “So good, Scott. Feels so nice. I’m gonna take these off now.” He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts, lifted his hips, and slid them off. And Scott was treated to the perfection of Kip’s naked body, with his gorgeous, thick cock, which was so hard right now it was almost flat against Kip’s belly.

  Scott had had the foresight to place the bottle of lube on top of the nightstand. He hadn’t wanted things to get interrupted once they got going. He was thankful for that bit of planning now, as he watched Kip reach for the lube and slick some onto his cock.

  “Mm...that’s really good lube. Have I mentioned that?” Kip asked, eyes closed again. “Feels incredible.”

  Kip’s long fingers curled around his cock and slid down, then back up so his palm could twist over the head. His thumb pressed in a bit just under the head on the way back down. His other hand gently fondled his balls, sometimes pulling on them. It was all pretty slow and loose.

  “You like to keep it gentle, huh?” Scott asked.

  Kip opened his eyes and gave him a lazy smile. “I’m tryin’ not to come right away. Wanna put on a good show here.”

  “You are.” Scott shifted in his chair. It took all of his willpower to stay there. “You sayin’ you’re close already?”

  “Sayin’ I could be...”

  Scott swallowed. “You look so fucking good, Kip. I wanna come over there. I want to touch you. But I want to watch you too.”

  “Maybe I’ll let you...later... Ah... Jesus...”

  Scott watched obediently from his chair as Kip’s hand sped up and his eyes squeezed shut again. He was the most gorgeous thing Scott had ever seen, writhing on the bed, and completely focused on his own pleasure. His breathing was rough and he was making beautiful little moans.

  Scott’s own breathing was getting ragged. “Kip...fuck.” He couldn’t take it anymore. “Can I...can I sit on the bed with you?” he asked. “I won’t touch you. I just want to be closer.”

  “Yeah, sweetheart,” Kip drawled, head rolling back on the pillows behind him. “Come on over.”

  Scott blushed at the pet name, but it sent a giddy thrill through him at the same time. He moved over to the bed and sat on the corner, twisting so he could see Kip as he sat near his one extended foot.

  And here he could see the beads of precome glistening at the slit. He could see the sweat that was dampening the edges of Kip’s hair, the way the muscles in his neck strained, and the way his jaw clenched when something felt particularly good.

  “Oof,” Kip gritted out. “Tryna make this last, but fuck...”

  “You don’t have to,” Scott said, mouth dry. He wanted to touch himself, but he also wanted to wait for Kip’s hand later. Mostly, he needed to see Kip come.

  Kip grunted and moved his hand faster.

  “You’re close, aren’t you? You need to come? Trying to hold out for me, but you’re right there, I can tell.”

  “I’m—Oh, fuck,” Kip stammered.

  “You gonna finish for me? Or do you want me to help?”

  “Ah...god... I don’t know...”

  His chest was heaving and the muscles in his arm were straining as he pumped himself harder. He locked eyes with Scott, and Scott knew he was about to—

  Kip’s mouth dropped open and he let out a broken noise as he came. Long ribbons fell on his chest and stomach and ran over his fingers as he shuddered and slowed his hand.

  “God, Kip. So beautiful. You should see.”

  Kip closed his eyes and sank, boneless, into the pillows.

  Scott crawled over his body and hovered above his face. When Kip opened his eyes again, Scott kissed him, slowly and tenderly.

  “Thank you,” Scott said. “That was... I’m going to be holding on to that for a long time.”

  “Something else to take with you on the road.” Kip smiled.

  “Damn right.” Scott kissed him again. “Now seems like a perfect time for the next thing I have planned.”

  “Shit, don’t make me do anything now, Scott.”

  “You’ll like this. Just a second.”

  Chapter Ten

  Kip relaxed against the pillows, pleased with his successful exhibitionism experiment.

  Scott came out of the bathroom with a damp cloth. He sat on the bed next to Kip and wiped him clean with gentle strokes. It felt heavenly.

  So heavenly that it took Kip awhile before he realized that Scott had left water running in th
e bathroom.

  “What you got planned?” Kip asked.

  “Thought we might take a bath...”

  Kip liked that idea a whole lot. “You’re pampering me.”

  “Do you mind?”

  “Not really.” Kip pulled him down by his unbuttoned shirt and kissed him. “You have a lot of clothes on for a bath.”

  Scott sprang off the bed onto his feet and quickly removed his shirt. He was down to his royal blue briefs in seconds. Kip didn’t think he would ever get tired of Scott’s incredible chest and abs.

  Unlike the other parts of Scott’s home, the bathroom had no windows. The room was far from claustrophobic, though. The lighting and the decor created a soothing atmosphere, a private sanctuary in a noisy city of millions.

  The bathtub was in the middle of the room, and it was huge. Steam billowed from the water that was filling it. The room smelled amazing too—spicy and citrusy.

  “I usually just use Epsom salt,” Scott said, “but I thought maybe I’d use this fancy bath stuff I bought.” He gestured to a slim, expensive-looking bottle that sat on the counter.

  “You really are pampering me.” Kip smiled. He wrapped an arm around Scott’s neck and hauled him down for a kiss.

  Scott got into the bath first, and Kip settled himself between his legs. Kip had tried, once, to take a bath with another guy, but the tub had been way too small for the two of them. The faucet had dug into his back, and he’d had nowhere to put his legs.

  This was not a problem in Scott’s tub, where the tap was on the side and there was enough room for both men to splay their legs out.

  Kip tipped his head back so it rested on Scott’s shoulder. Scott wrapped an arm diagonally across his chest, and kissed the top of his head.

  “This is nice,” Kip murmured. He could actually fall asleep in here.

  “It’s perfect.”

  They were quiet for a while, and then Scott said, “When I first looked at this place, and I saw this tub, I thought, ‘It’s big enough for two.’ And I know it’s dumb, but I always wanted... I imagined sharing it with someone.”

  Kip tangled their fingers together under the water.

  “Not just the bathtub,” Scott said. “All of it. This apartment. My life. I don’t know...”

  Kip was stunned. His life?

  “Sorry,” Scott said, “I know we’ve only been... I mean, I shouldn’t be suggesting—”

  “I don’t know how I got to be so lucky,” Kip interrupted, “but being able to share anything with you makes me really happy.”

  He pulled their joined hands up and rested them over his heart. Scott brushed his lips against his temple, and nipped the top of his ear. “I would share anything with you, Kip. Give you anything.”

  “Don’t need anything. Except maybe to stay in this bath forever.”

  Scott chuckled against Kip’s hair. “Do you want to come to the game tomorrow night?”

  “I can’t. I’m working an event. Serving.”

  “Oh.”

  “See? We both have full, busy lives.” Kip laughed at his own joke. Scott was quiet.

  “I hope you don’t think...” he started. Kip could feel him tensing up. “I don’t think you’re beneath me.”

  “Technically you’re beneath me at the moment.”

  “I’m serious. I just—I want to say this once, so you know. Because it’s possible that you think that I’m just...taking a vacation, or whatever, with you. Like I’m trying to escape my high-profile life by hooking up with a, um...”

  “Nobody?”

  “No! I mean...you’re not. That’s what I’m trying to say—terribly. You’re not some nobody. I’m not using you to escape anything. I love my life. I love my job. The fame part is a little much sometimes, but I don’t mind it. I’m happy, is what I’m saying. But this? You? I feel like...like I found the missing piece.”

  Kip didn’t know what to say to that.

  “Geez,” Scott said, “that’s not—Sorry. I shouldn’t have—”

  “No! It’s just... Really? You feel that way?”

  “I do.”

  Kip turned around to face Scott, water sloshing loudly around them. “You don’t owe me anything, okay? I don’t expect anything. But I like you a whole fucking lot, so thank you.”

  “Thank you,” Scott said, “for coming over. This is all new for me, and I’m trying really hard to take this slow and not get too intense, but I’m kinda used to charging ahead and going after what I want.”

  Kip grinned. “Works for me.”

  They kissed, and Scott ran his hands down Kip’s sides. “You called me sweetheart,” he said, his voice soft and dopey.

  “Did I?”

  “Yeah...when you were—”

  “Aw, I say lots of dumb things when I’m that far gone. Sorry.”

  “No, I liked it.”

  Kip smiled at him. “Well, all right, sweetheart,” he said, and then kissed him again.

  He ended up moving to the opposite end of the tub so he could talk to Scott more easily.

  “I saw the goal you scored for me,” he said.

  Scott grimaced. “I was hoping you hadn’t watched those games.”

  “I watched both of them. They seemed...frustrating.”

  “That’s one word for it,” Scott grumbled.

  “You want to talk about it?”

  “No.” Then, “It’s just...” And he proceeded to rant about Frank Zullo for several minutes. Kip listened and absently stroked his fingertips along Scott’s shin.

  “Geez,” he said when Scott was done.

  “Sorry,” Scott said. “I’m kinda ruining the mood here.”

  “Don’t apologize. If something is bothering you, I want to hear about it.”

  Scott raised an eyebrow. “Even if we’re in a bathtub together on Valentine’s Day?”

  “Definitely.” It was true. Kip had hooked up with lots of guys, but he hadn’t made a real connection like this before. It was frankly pretty sexy that Scott wanted to share his problems with him.

  “So...” Kip said, “what did Rozanov say that made you punch him like that?”

  Scott laughed, a little darkly. “Oh. Nothing really. I was taking out my frustrations on his face. He just yapped some dumb shit at me. Normal stuff.”

  “You’re not gonna tell me?”

  Scott sighed. “He told me he was disappointed because he’d heard I was, quote, ‘good at hockey again.’”

  “Ouch.”

  “Yeah, well. He didn’t deserve a sucker punch like that.”

  They stayed in the tub until the water got cool, talking about different things and learning about each other.

  “If it wasn’t for hockey, what do you think you would have wanted to do with your life?”

  Scott blew out a breath. “I can’t even imagine my life without hockey. But I guess maybe something like social work?”

  “You like helping people.”

  “I do. I’ve been lucky in a lot of ways. Maybe unlucky in others, but there are plenty of people who could have their whole lives changed with just a little help and support. I think I would have liked to have done something like that.”

  “You do do that,” Kip pointed out. “You help people all the time. You give money to charity. You visit hospitals. You help your teammates.” He smiled. “I’ve read all about your good deeds, Scott Hunter.”

  Scott shrugged. “My mom and I never had much when I was growing up, but she always did what she could to help people. She got the grocery store she worked in to start a holiday toy drive. And she was always giving her time, what little of it there was, to helping anyone who was having a hard time. She was really inspiring.”

  “She sounds amazing.”

  “She was. And she always made sure I could play hockey, even thou
gh it’s a sport that demands a lot of money and time. I owe her everything. And I know she’d be proud of me, but I think I could do more.”

  “Like what?”

  “I don’t know. I’d like to maybe start a charity. I’ve been thinking about that. I wish...”

  “What?”

  Scott sighed. “Someday, maybe, I’d like to help gay kids. Or, um, you know, kids who aren’t...heterosexual?”

  “Queer kids,” Kip said. “You can say that. It’s fine.”

  “Oh. Yeah, well. I’m not really too knowledgeable about the whole...queer community thing.”

  “I’ve noticed. You want to be?”

  “I would. Someday I would like to do something to help...queer kids...who play team sports? It’s tough for them, you know?”

  “I can imagine. I think that would be an awesome thing for you to do.”

  “Someday.”

  “Yeah. Someday.”

  “Let’s get out of here,” Scott said abruptly. He stood and the water ran off his huge, solid body.

  Kip was definitely ready for whatever was next.

  He dried himself with one of Scott’s luxurious, fluffy towels and followed him back to the bedroom.

  Scott opened the nightstand drawer and pulled something out. “Lie down,” he instructed. “On your stomach. Get comfortable.”

  Kip did as he was told. He trusted Scott.

  The bed sank as Scott joined him on it and straddled his lower back, his own strong thighs gripping Kip’s hips.

  Kip heard a cap being opened, and he smelled something sweet and fruity. Then Scott’s hands were on him, rubbing oil into his damp, clean skin.

  “Blueberry massage oil,” Scott said. “Couldn’t resist.”

  “You bought that for me?”

  “I did.”

  “Does it taste like blueberries or just smell like them?”

  Scott’s tongue ran up his spine, hot and slick. “Tastes like ’em,” he confirmed.

  Kip laughed, and then moaned when Scott’s big, strong hands dug deep into his muscles around his shoulder blades. “Oh my god. That feels incredible.”

  “Just getting started,” Scott said. “I want you to relax and let me make you feel good.”