Yass Queen: A Funny Laugh-Out-Loud Contemporary Friends-to-Lovers MM Romance (The Rainbow League Book 3)

by Laurie Lochs

  Rowan let out a sigh. “So what happened?"

  I stared into Rowan's eyes. "He sucked me until I came. Then, I blew him. He had a decent sized dick and it was the first I'd experienced in my entire life. But the second it was over he completely froze up. We didn't talk the rest of the season. After that night, we never spoke again."

  Rowan bit his lip. "Oh my God. And that's when you were kicked off the team."

  "Exactly. Apparently, Jordan started a rumor that I'd tried to come onto him in the middle of the night during the tournament. Obviously it wasn't true. But I had no choice but to come out. The coaches heard and thought I was pressuring Jordan. I didn't last the season."

  "Jesus Christ."

  I nodded grimly. "It's fine. It's just that… I've been reluctant to try things with straight guys ever since."

  Rowan sighed. "Shit. I can imagine how difficult that is for you."

  "It's fine. Really. That's why I love the Rainbow League. There's none of that hazing shit going on. We're open and comfortable with each other."

  "The Rainbow League?"

  I burst into laughter. "Yeah. What about it?"

  "You never told me the name of your gay hockey team. I figured it would be something dope or sick. But the Rainbow League is maybe the gayest name I've heard in my life."

  I burst into laughter. "No, sorry. You've only been bisexual for three minutes. I don't think you can say that quite yet."

  Rowan grinned. "I may have only discovered my latent bisexuality but if I'm right about how this works it's been there my entire life."

  "You're absolutely right about that."

  Rowan’s eyelashes fluttered. "I'm… Nervous. I've never done this before, and I don't want to screw it up."

  I scooted closer and pressed my thumb to his cheek. "Do you want me to lead the way?"

  "Yes. Maybe. I don't know. I don't want you to like, put your dick in my ass or anything. I don't think I'm ready for that yet."

  I burst into laughter. "Oh honey. That's not quite how it's done. I'm not what they call a top."

  Rowan grinned. "So I'm guessing you're a bottom?"

  I nodded. "Exactly. Guys empty their loads in me. Not the other way around."

  Rowan breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh thank God. Because you seriously have the sexiest, juiciest ass I've seen in my life, but I don't think I'm ready for your massive cock in my hole."

  I grinned. "I think I'm the one who should be worried. You've got one of the biggest dicks I've ever seen."

  Rowan blushed. "How can you tell?"

  I took a sharp breath and brought my hand to his cock. "See?" I whispered, squeezing the shaft. "It's huge, dude. You’re every gay man's dream."

  Rowan blushed. "Do you think I could kiss you?"

  “I thought you’d never ask.”

  Rowan inched forward. He pressed his lips on mine. Suddenly, I wanted to throw myself at him, and devour him in the middle of the tent. His lips were so soft and plush.

  He let out a soft whimper as we parted. “Fuck. I think that was better than my wife."

  My breath hitched. "Your wife?”

  "Ex-wife. We divorced four months ago. Now I think I know why."

  I laughed. “Oh thank God. But you don't have to say that. I'm sorry."

  He shook his head. "It's okay. We never really clicked… Sexually. We were better friends than lovers. But I wasn't going to let a good friendship forgive her cheating."

  I grimaced. "That sucks, dude. I'm so sorry."

  Rowan sighed.

  I had just the thing to cheer him up.

  "Hey," I whispered, bringing his hand to my cock. "Feel that?"

  Rowan closed his eyes and moaned. He ran his fingers over my shaft.

  "I'm just as crazy for you as you are for me."

  "Can I touch it?"

  "Yes." I shimmied out of my pajamas and briefs until I was completely naked. Rowan wrapped his fingers around my shaft and softly began to stroke it in the moonlight.

  I closed my eyes and let his fingers do the work. "Jesus."

  "Am I doing something wrong?"

  "No, no." I inched forward, thrusting into his palm. "It's perfect. Really."

  Rowan continued stroking me. Suddenly, he planted a second kiss on my lips. I gasped and frantically returned the kiss, savoring the touch. Without warning, Rowan slipped his tongue into my mouth, seeking mine. He jerked me rapidly as he kissed me, searching for release.

  "Oh my God. Stop, stop."

  "Am I doing something wrong?"

  "No –" I gasped, forcing my eyes open. Without warning, my body convulsed and I spasmed over his hand.

  Rowan gasped as the hot strings of come shot out, coating his hand. He moaned and brought his hand to his own cock, stroking it rapidly.

  I stopped him. "Let me suck you. Please."

  He nodded quietly. I changed positions and placed his cock in my mouth. Rowan gasped as I ran my lips around it, flicking his throbbing head with my tongue. Rowan wrapped his arms around my neck, pressing me towards the base. I swallowed his cock until he was ready to explode.

  "I'm almost there," he gasped.

  I nodded and swallowed him deeper. Without another word, he shot his load down my throat. I cried out and swallowed the entire thing, letting it trickle out of my lips and hit the ground. Rowan moaned and clenched my hair. When we parted, he grabbed my face and yanked me forward to kiss him.

  "Holy shit. That was so fucking hot."

  "I guess I'm the one who came early, after all."

  Rowan burst into laughter. “It’s like we’ve never done this in our lives.”

  I grinned. "Thank God you said it. I haven't been this undisciplined since I blew our left wing in Ely."

  After cleaning up I took Rowan under my arms and wrapped him under the blanket. When I draped my arm over his firm body I realized he was rock hard as we drifted off to sleep.

  10

  Rowan

  The next week

  I took a deep breath as I sat in the waiting room at my coach’s office and waited for him to call me in. Recently stretched and strengthened, my knee was feeling better than ever. I knew my coach was ready to let me back on the team.

  But I didn't want to practice with them at all. I wanted to stay by Stellan's side in that tent forever.

  Because when I woke up last Sunday morning I’d never felt more at peace. Though I’d gone to bed with his arms around me somehow over the course of the night we switched positions and I ended up being his big spoon. I'd woken up with his body firmly pressed against mine, and my hand cradling his cock. I planted soft kisses along his neck and spine until he yawned and flipped over. "Good morning, cutie," he whispered, planting his lips on mine. "I had the best fucking time last night. And just for the record, I'm not going to pull a Jordan. I don't regret a thing."

  We spent the rest of the day doing exercises, stretching, and kissing each other whenever we got the chance. When we crept back to the tent later that night Stellan let me blow him. Unlike the night before he lasted longer than me. I'd barely made it past the point of oral sex when I'd shot my load down his throat.

  It'd been hard as hell to psych myself up to head back to the rink.

  But my team was waiting for me. If the medical examiner gave me the go-ahead I'd have no choice but to go back and play.

  I smoothed a wrinkle on my khakis and waited for the coach to call me in. Butterflies swirled in my stomach, inciting a fresh round of jitters. But something far more troubling was brewing in my mind. For the first time I realized that, if I headed back to the Minnesota Wild, my fling with Stellan would be over before it even began. There'd be no time to hang out, go to dinner, or do the little things couples did. Just like Rachel.

  If I returned to the team, hockey would be my entire life. I wasn't sure I was ready to make that commitment. Not after the feeling of holding him in my arms.

  The door opened. My longtime coach Jeremy Evans smiled and beckoned me inside.


  "Welcome back, champ."

  I shook his hand. "Glad to be back."

  "How's the knee?"

  "Better. Excited to see what the doc has to say."

  Jeremy let out a laugh. "We've got good news. We figured it’d take a hell of a lot longer. But you seem to be recuperating at an abnormally fast rate. If you keep this up you'll be ready to get back on the ice in less than two weeks.”

  My jaw dropped. "Two weeks?"

  Jeremy nodded. "Is there a problem with that?"

  My breath hitched. "I… I don't have an answer for that yet."

  Jeremy nodded. "We'll give you until the end of the week. If you feel you need more time we can work that out. But we're excited to have you back. You're not exactly a star player but we know you'll do great things this season."

  His words stung me. Suddenly, it hit me that this was exactly how I'd always been treated on the team.

  You're not a star player. But you'll help us to victory.

  Suddenly, I was sick of the coaches playing bullshit little mind games and keeping players lusting after a much-coveted spot on first string. I didn't want to show up to practice only to be relegated to the bench during games. I was just as good as the top players if not better.

  Jeremy could fuck himself if he didn’t realize that.

  "I'll let you know."

  Jeremy smiled, and I pivoted and went to the parking lot. My insides were boiling, and my hands were weak. The second I arrived I sat in my car and pulled out my phone. I didn't know what I was going to do, but I couldn't stay here. I hated that the team treated their players this way.

  The Rainbow League would never do such a thing.

  Maybe it's time to give up playing pro and join a hobby league. You could coach students in the afternoon and have time for Stellan.

  Stellan had told me the League was practicing this afternoon. I knew the location. In one quick motion I stuck my foot on the gas and made my way to join the team.

  11

  Stellan

  “Turn your fine asses back to the locker room, boys."

  The team burst into applause as Mitch officially ended our scrimmage. I slid my gloves off and began the arduous task of skating back to the dressing room. The truth was I wanted to stay on the rink forever. But only because it took my mind off Rowan.

  And Jesus Christ, I really needed to stop thinking about that beautiful man.

  I cleared my throat but it was no use. Just the thought of his sexy firm hands on my body made me moan. I closed my eyes and all at once I was back in the tent again, wrapped snug in his thick arms and sleeping more soundly than ever in my life. I remembered everything, from the way he trailed his fingers up and down my tummy to the soft little snores that emanated from his mouth as he entered REM sleep.

  And when we woke in the morning he had the happiest, easy-going expression ever on his face. It looked like I'd woken the Easter Bunny out of his hibernation and he was delivering all his eggs in the basket just to me. He helped me cook breakfast and even sucked my dick while we made coffee.

  "But you're forgetting the most important part," I muttered to myself, stepping off the rink. It was true. It wasn't the late-night snuggle sessions, the morning after, or the exercises that stood out. The most memorable part of the trip for me was "showering" with him in our pond.

  Like last time, he'd been just as excited to get in.

  "Fuck," he'd cried, sticking a toe in the water. "I'm going to freeze my balls off."

  I burst into laughter. "I think your giant balls will be okay. It's that beautiful dick you need to worry about."

  "My dick will be fine, thank you. He knows how to withstand a little cold."

  "Ehh." I mulled this over. "I take it your wife's blowjobs never quite did the trick then, huh?"

  Rowan roared with laughter. He lunged towards me and threw us both into the water. I screamed as the cold water hit my back and ass, electrifying my spine and waking me up more than coffee ever could. But when we emerged Rowan pulled me close and wrapped my legs around his body, letting me feel his hardness.

  “You like joking about my ex?"

  My cheeks flushed. “Maybe it's just to turn you on."

  Rowan growled and slammed his lips on mine. He cupped my ass with his left palm and squeezed. "You don't see me joking about your ex, do you?"

  I kissed him. "You know damn well I’ve never had a boyfriend. So it follows that I've never had an ex."

  Rowan kissed my cheek and wiped water from my forehead. He removed his hand from my ass and brought it to my cock. I gasped as he stroked my shaft, coaxing the life out of it.

  “Ever come in a lake before?"

  “I wish.”

  “Wanna try?”

  My breath hitched as I stared into his caramel eyes. He fondled me, stroking my cock like he was pulling taffy. He gripped it in his giant palms, jerking it like he'd never stroked cock in his life but was more experienced than he let on. I knew he wasn’t experienced but stroking cocks was natural for him. It was in his DNA.

  I was so fucking happy he was discovering his true passion with me.

  "Come for me."

  His raspy command sent a tremor through my spine. I cried out and tightened my grip around his waist, holding on for dear fucking life. When he brought his lips on mine I couldn't take it anymore. With the taste of his hot lips contrasting with the icy coldness of the water my orgasm rocketed through me and bathed the ground on which we stood in milky white. Rowan kissed me harder, probing my mouth with his tongue. When we finished, he pulled me out of the water and laid me on the shore.

  He held me down with his firm arms. "Stellan." He planted soft kisses all along my body, taking my cock head in his mouth and sucking the last drop from it.

  "Why are you doing this?"

  "It's a thank-you gift." Rowan grinned. "You helped me discover who I was. In return, I wanted to help you come."

  I burst into laughter and rushed towards him, pressing him onto the ground and wrapping my fingers around his neck. "I should be thanking you, hot stuff. You're the sexiest fucking guy I've been with in so long."

  Rowan grinned bashfully. "I'm so fucking glad we met again."

  I burrowed into his chest. His cock was still rock hard, but he wasn't going to come today.

  We promised we wouldn't come until we saw each other next week.

  Which… So happened to be today.

  I hurried off the ice and made my way to the locker room. Jacob, Mitch, Luke and Brent were already changing with the rest of the team. When I entered, Brent immediately clapped me on the back.

  "Lost in thought?"

  I shook my head. "No. Just running over the plays we need for the tournament."

  Brent rolled his eyes. "My gut tells me not to believe you. But in this case, I'll let you win."

  I thanked him and hurried out of my breezers.

  When I exited the locker room I was greeted by the biggest freaking surprise of my entire life.

  12

  Rowan

  I was grinning like a schoolboy as Stellan exited the hockey room alone. Without thinking I rushed towards him and swept him off his feet. Stellan cried out as I planted kisses on his cheeks and lips. When I finally set him down I held his hand and stared into his eyes.

  "I came to rescue you from the guys."

  Stellan burst into laughter. "Thank you. I've been trying to fend them off all morning but it's proving to be more than I can handle. I could definitely use a helping hand."

  "I've always wondered what they did in a gay hockey league. I always assumed they compared cocks and sucked each other off. From the look on your face I know I’m right. So I'm going to steal you away before you can rim each other in the showers."

  “Sounds tempting. But that sounds more like a high school hockey team than a gay league. And none of that sounds enjoyable. It sounds like hazing."

  “Would you haze me if I joined the League?"

  Stellan laughed. "Oh, absolutel
y. I’d haze the motherloving hell out of you. But if any of the guys touched you with so much as a finger you'd see a whole different side of me emerge from my soul."

  I pulled Stellan into my arms, gripping his firm ass like my life depended on it.

  "Rowan." He moaned, swooning into my body. I tightened my grip and pressed him against the wall.

  “Just warning you," Stellan said, glancing into my eyes. "We only showered for like five minutes after practice today. I didn't know I was being surprised."

  "It's better that way. Knowing a surprise is coming takes all the fun out of it."

  I placed my finger on his cheek. "Want to get a drink?"

  Stellan's breath hitched. "Yes," he blurted out. "Oh my God. That would be amazing."

  I grinned and led him to the parking lot. We decided to leave our cars at the rink as we’d be drinking. I pulled out my phone and hailed the Uber. In no time we climbed in the back seat of the sedan and made our way to the bar.

  At last, we arrived. I squeezed Stellan's hand as the giant neon sign flashed in the dark night sky. It said, Ready 2 Come — The Premier LGBT+ Bar in the Twin Cities.

  "Oh my God,” Stellan said with a laugh. “I thought you were taking me to a sports bar or something."

  I couldn't help but laugh. "That was the plan. But I ran into your friend Jacob after practice. He told me that you hate hockey bars and that the only agreeable place for a filthy queen like you was the newest gay bar in the Twin Cities."

  "I'm seriously going to kill Jacob."

  I laughed. "Should I take you somewhere else?"

  Stellan quickly shook his head. "No. This is perfect. Jacob and Mitch love it here. I've never been but I've always wanted to give it a try."

  I kissed his cheek. "Let's go, cutie. First – and second – and third – rounds on me."

  We entered the bar. Stellan immediately ordered a Manhattan. I opted for a "house special". In no time, the waitress brought over the two stunning drinks.

  Stellan moaned as he sipped his Manhattan. "They've got drag shows on Friday nights."