Game Changer

by Rachel Reid

  Kip didn’t protest. Scott worked in silence for a while, kneading Kip’s muscles while Kip sighed happily and tried not to feel too bad about all the hard work Scott was doing.

  “How are you feeling?” Scott asked after a bit.

  “A little guilty, to be honest.”

  “Don’t. I love doing this. I love touching you, looking at you. I’ve denied myself anything like this for so long... Don’t feel guilty.”

  “Okay,” Kip said. God, that’s so sad.

  “You’re so beautiful, Kip. I’ve never...”

  Kip waited.

  “I’ve never wanted anyone like this before. I’ve had, I don’t know, crushes. I’ve been attracted to men, of course. Hooked up with men. But you... I’m breaking all my rules with you.”

  Kip swallowed and tried to fight off the surge of emotion that coursed through him.

  “What can I say?” he said, trying to remain playful, though his voice was cracking. “I’m irresistible.”

  “You are,” Scott said in a low voice. He slid down to straddle Kip’s thighs. His hands began to knead Kip’s lower back and then his ass.

  “Mm... Might need to focus on that area,” Kip slurred. “Lotta tension there.”

  “It has my undivided attention.” Scott dug his fingers deep into Kip’s cheeks, and Kip let himself drift away.

  Scott rubbed him down for a long time, until Kip’s whole body felt like jelly. He was mostly silent, aside from a few hushed, reverent words:

  “Unreal, Kip.”

  “Gorgeous.”

  “Perfect.”

  Kip was nearly nodding off when Scott ran the side of his hand down his crack, slow and firm. He followed it up by making a fist and running his knuckles down the same path. He repeated it over and over, one fist, then the other, dragging knuckles over the sensitive flesh around his hole.

  “That feel good?”

  “Yes! Holy... Amazing.”

  “Good. I want to fuck you. Do you want that?”

  “Yeah. Yes. God, yes.”

  “Roll over,” Scott instructed gently. “I miss you.”

  Kip smiled to himself and flopped over, relaxed and completely ready to let Scott do whatever he wanted with him. Scott knelt on the bed, inching up Kip’s body to straddle his waist again. Scott’s cock was half hard, hanging heavy between his legs. He leaned down and kissed Kip, who wrapped a hand around Scott’s cock, stroking it as they kissed and feeling it grow harder in his hand.

  Then he placed both hands on Scott’s ass and guided him forward until his thighs were stretched wide around Kip’s chest. He tilted his head up and took Scott’s cock into his mouth.

  He kept his eyes up so he could see Scott looming over him, one hand gripping the headboard. Scott was gazing down at him and murmuring praise in a low, gentle voice. “Yeah. Just like that. Fuck, you’re gorgeous. Look at you. So good to me.”

  Kip closed his eyes and sighed around Scott’s dick. It was so big and so hard now. He dug his hands into Scott’s ass to push it deeper into his mouth.

  “Holy... Wow. God, I want to let you keep going, but...” Scott slowly pulled out. He rested the tip on Kip’s lips for a moment, considering, before he slid back down Kip’s body. He nudged Kip’s legs so he’d bend his knees, then he got up and grabbed the lube and a condom.

  Kip was already relaxed from the massage, so it didn’t take long at all for Scott to open him up with his strong, careful fingers.

  Scott grabbed both of Kip’s thighs and hauled him down to the end of the bed. He didn’t even have time to react beyond wide-eyed gaping before Scott lifted his hips and ass and plunged into him.

  “Ahh! Shit,” Kip gasped. “God, that feels amazing.”

  “This is all I’ve been able to fucking think about since last time,” Scott said, and oof, Kip loved the deep rumble of his sex voice.

  “Me too. Want it hard. Just like last time.”

  Scott gave it to him, standing on the floor at the end of the bed with one of Kip’s ankles on his shoulder. His thrusts were just on the edge of too hard, and Kip loved it.

  “Yes. Fuck. Like that,” Kip babbled.

  He was on another plane, awestruck by the perfect physical specimen that was fucking him so eagerly. Sweat was forming on Scott’s face and chest, slicking the muscles that tensed and rippled as Scott held Kip where he wanted him.

  Scott was nailing his prostate with almost every thrust, and it was incredible. It was so fucking good. Kip started jerking himself hard and fast.

  “Want to come...” he gritted out. “Gonna come on your dick. Want to...”

  “Fuck, yes. Come on.”

  “You’re perfect... Love you fucking me like this...”

  “Could do this forever. You’re beautiful, Kip. Thought you were gonna come for me...”

  “I am. I am. I—Oh fuck!”

  They both watched Kip’s dick as it spurted all over his chest. Scott stopped thrusting.

  “God, Kip. That feels amazing. Okay—Jesus...” He started moving again. “I’m close. I’m real fucking close...”

  “Come on me,” Kip said, still gently stroking himself through the last waves of his own orgasm. “I want to see it. Please.”

  Scott grunted, then quickly pulled out and tore the condom off, throwing it behind him. He lowered Kip’s leg and stood over him as he furiously stroked his own cock. Within seconds Scott was coming, raining down on Kip’s stomach and chest and neck.

  Scott collapsed on the bed and Kip rolled on top of him, mess and all. They kissed, breathless and giddy, and when they broke apart after a minute they were both smiling.

  “Before I forget,” Kip said, “I want to thank you for a lovely evening.”

  Scott laughed and kissed him again. “So I did okay at the whole Valentine’s thing?”

  “Absolutely. Hands down, best Valentine’s Day ever.”

  They cleaned up and then got back into bed. Kip snuggled against Scott’s body. The evening had been perfect, and he wished he could keep it going, but he was exhausted.

  “Goodnight,” Scott murmured, wrapping a giant arm around him. Kip couldn’t remember ever being so comfortable.

  He kissed Scott’s hand. “Goodnight, sweetheart.”

  * * *

  They slept in the next morning, neither of them needing to be anywhere until late afternoon. When they awoke, they stayed in bed, tangled up together and talking.

  “What are you doing today?” Scott asked. He was on his side, head propped on his elbow, and his hair was an adorable mess.

  “Nothing planned. You have any ideas?”

  “Yeah.” Scott smiled shyly. “I want to make you breakfast.”

  Kip was all for that idea, but then he started kissing Scott and quickly lost interest in anything that involved leaving the bed.

  They were blissfully making out, Scott’s hands and mouth exploring Kip’s body and making him shiver, when Scott’s phone started buzzing.

  “It’s nothing,” Scott said, without looking at it. “They can call back later.”

  He continued mapping Kip’s body, tasting the jut of Kip’s hipbone, when the phone started buzzing again.

  “Go away,” Scott grumbled, still not picking it up, “I’m busy.”

  The third time it started buzzing, when Scott was sucking on Kip’s neck with a hand sliding up his thigh, Scott sighed and said, “Sorry. I’m just going to see who it is.”

  He grabbed the phone. “It’s Carter,” he said, brow furrowed. He answered the call. “Carter?”

  Scott was still close enough that Kip could hear the voice of Scott’s teammate. “Scott, Zullo fucked up. He got arrested last night.”

  “What?”

  “Yeah. Caused a scene at a bar in Jersey. Destruction of property. Assault. Resisting arrest... Probabl
y some other things.”

  “Okay. Fuck. Where is he?” Scott got off the bed and walked to his closet, ending Kip’s access to the conversation.

  When Scott returned, he was fully dressed and off the phone. “I have to go. I’m sorry.”

  “Of course. Yeah. Jesus, are you all right?”

  “I’m furious is what I am,” Scott said, “but I really am sorry to have to leave you.”

  He sighed and kissed him. When he pulled back slowly, Kip leaned forward to chase his lips.

  Scott shook his head. “If I kiss you again I’ll never leave. You can stay as long as you want. I don’t know when I’ll be back. I might not be back before the game, honestly. This is a real fucking mess.”

  “Okay. Don’t worry about me. Go take care of your team.”

  “Thanks, yeah.” He stood and moved toward the door, then looked back at Kip. “Why do you have to be so goddamn tempting?” he asked, smiling sadly.

  Kip grinned and pulled the blanket up over his head, concealing himself completely. He heard Scott laugh. Then the door opened and closed, and Scott was gone.

  Chapter Eleven

  There was a small mob of reporters standing outside the players’ entrance. Scott pushed past, ignoring them. When he got through the doors, he found Carter waiting.

  “Coach is calling a team meeting,” Carter said. “The message just went out to everyone. But he wants to meet with the captains first.”

  “Okay. Right. Where’s Huff?”

  “In the coaches’ room already.”

  Scott followed Carter into the small room that was normally reserved for coaches’ meetings. Greg Huff was sitting in one of the chairs.

  “Hey, guys. How’s your day going?” Huff asked.

  Scott folded his arms and leaned against a wall. “It’s kind of terrible now. Started out great, though.”

  “Is that so?” Huff asked, with a bit of a leer. Scott flushed and looked at the floor.

  “What’s going to happen, do you think?” Carter asked. “With Zullo?”

  Huff turned his calculating gaze away from Scott. “Fuck knows, but it’s gonna leave a hole in our defense if he’s gone.”

  “Trade deadline’s next week,” Scott said. “Great fucking timing, Frank.”

  Coach Murdock entered then with the assistant coaches. He bent forward over the table, hands pressing down onto the wood, and glared at everyone.

  “Zullo,” he said, “is being put on waivers. He is no longer a part of the New York Admirals. We will be bringing someone up from Hartford to fill the vacancy until we can find a more permanent solution.”

  Scott’s eyebrows raised. “That bad, huh?”

  “That bad,” Murdock confirmed. “We will be calling a press conference within the hour. I will be there; Zullo will not.”

  “What about the game tonight?” Scott asked.

  “We will have to shuffle the defense lines around a bit, but we will make do.”

  Scott didn’t like the sound of that, but what choice did they have?

  “The rest of the team will be here for a meeting in half an hour,” Murdock said. “You boys start talking like we’re doomed, and we’re doomed. Focus on the game tonight. This is no different from an injury. We’ll adapt.”

  “No problem, Coach,” Carter said.

  “Of course,” Scott said.

  The three players left to wait in the dressing room for the rest of the team.

  “Holy shit,” Carter said when they were away from the coaches, “was not expecting that.”

  “Nope,” Huff agreed.

  Scott was still mad at Zullo, but he felt like a weight had been lifted too. This was definitely going to be a long-run positive for the team.

  “It’s for the best,” he said, leaning back in his cubby until his head hit the wall. “We can’t go into the playoffs with a distraction like Zullo.”

  “No question,” Carter said.

  The three of them sat in silence. Then Carter said, “So, Scott...”

  “What?”

  “You’ve got a glow about you this morning.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “Huff knows what I’m talking about.”

  Scott looked at Huff.

  “It’s true,” Huff confirmed. “You’ve got a glow.”

  “Maybe I’m just glad Zullo is gone.”

  “Nah. You had it before that,” Huff said.

  “Mm,” Carter agreed. “I think Scotty was getting some last night.”

  “Definitely,” Huff said.

  “I—” Scott started. Then he surrendered. “Maybe I was.”

  Carter clapped his hands together and beamed. “Atta boy, Hunter!”

  Scott tried like hell to fight it, but he was grinning like an idiot within seconds.

  “Look at this, Carter! He’s blushing!” Huff said.

  “Adorable.”

  “Mind your own business, guys.”

  “I don’t need to know who she was,” Carter said, “but I do need to know how she was.”

  “Well, you’re not gonna find out,” Scott said.

  “Judging by the shade of red Hunter is right now, I’d say she was pretty excellent,” Huff said.

  “I’m not telling you guys anything. Shut it.”

  “It’s no use,” Carter lamented. “Scott’s a gentleman.”

  “Damn right.” Scott hunched forward and stared at his feet, trying to control the heat that was turning his face beet red. Memories of the previous night and of that morning were rushing back, though, making his struggle futile.

  He remembered waking up to find Kip propped on one elbow, gazing down at him all rumpled and sexy. The look on his face had been so...well, not loving, obviously, but...affectionate.

  Then he remembered Kip touching himself for Scott. Getting himself off. His face when he came, all slack and euphoric. How beautiful he’d been in the afterglow.

  “I’m, uh, I’m going to get a coffee.” Scott strode quickly toward the lounge. There was no way he was going to let himself get aroused while he waited for his teammates to arrive. This meeting was going to be uncomfortable enough.

  In the lounge, Scott loaded a pod into the coffeemaker and waited for the water to heat up. He texted Kip. You still at my place?

  Kip: No. Left about twenty minutes ago.

  Scott: Oh.

  For some reason Scott had liked the idea of Kip being in his apartment, even when he wasn’t there.

  Kip: Everything all right?

  Scott: I think it will be. I’ll talk to you about it later.

  Kip: Ok.

  Scott: Sorry again for rushing off. I had a great night.

  Kip: Don’t apologize. I had an amazing night. Thank you.

  Scott smiled. When can I see you again?

  Kip: Insatiable!

  Scott: I am.

  Kip: Call me later? When you’re done. We can figure it out.

  Scott: Deal.

  * * *

  Kip had been trying to relax at home all day, but he kept wondering how Scott was doing, and what was happening with Zullo. If Scott was upset, or worried about the game tonight. If he’d gotten to go for his game-day run, even if he couldn’t buy a smoothie from Kip. Did the routine even matter to Scott anymore?

  There had been a midday press conference, which Kip had watched in case Scott was there. Instead it had just been his coach, Harv Murdock, addressing the media.

  Murdock announced that Zullo had been cut from the team. Kip didn’t know much about Frank Zullo other than what Scott had told him last night, but Scott had to be at least a little relieved that he was gone.

  While he’d been reading the updates on the Zullo situation online, Kip had also checked out the Admirals’ upcoming schedule. It l
ooked like Scott would be in town for a while. The Admirals played five games over the next week, including the one tonight. The next game was against the Brooklyn Scouts. Then there were two home games at Madison Square Garden, and an away game in Boston next Saturday.

  Kip wondered how much of the next week he could spend with Scott. He didn’t want to push.

  He had expected it to be Scott when his phone rang around one o’clock, but instead he had been surprised by a call from the Museum of the City of New York. They wanted him to come in for an interview. Holy shit!

  “Absolutely,” he had stammered into his phone. “Definitely. Yes. Thank you.”

  He had cringed at himself, and then scrambled for a pen so he could jot down Monday, 3:00 on his hand. He’d have to go to the interview straight from work. Jesus, how was he possibly going to not look like a total wreck?

  It was over three hours later when he heard from Scott. He was stretched out on his bed, reading a novel, when the phone rang.

  “Hi. Sounds like you’re having a day,” Kip said when he picked up.

  He heard Scott exhale into the receiver. “Yeah. It’s been nuts.”

  “How are you?”

  “Frustrated. Angry. Relieved. I don’t know.”

  “Did you get to go for your run?”

  “No. I hit a treadmill pretty hard here at the rink, but no. Everything is just a mess today. Can’t quite get my head focused. I hate feeling like this.”

  “That sucks. Sorry.”

  “The day started out great...”

  “You just gotta get your head back to where it was this morning,” Kip suggested.

  “That’s exactly what I was trying not to do. But I kept getting...distracted.”

  “I know I’ve been thinking about it a lot.”

  Scott laughed a bit. “What are you doing? You heading to work yet?”

  “Soon. The event is in Brooklyn, at the museum, so I’ve got time. I don’t have to be there until six or so.”

  “Oh.”

  Kip wondered if he should tell Scott about his job interview. Why? So when I don’t get the job he can know exactly how big a failure his boyfriend is?

  Instead, he said, “Hey, I was thinking about seeing if Dad wanted to go to the game with me tomorrow afternoon. The one here against Brooklyn.”