by Laurie Lochs
I nearly choked on my drink. “What?"
Stellan cocked an eyebrow at me. “Like… Ru Paul? You know, drag?”
I took a deep breath. It was time to come clean. "I've never been to a drag show before."
Stellan's jaw dropped. “You're fucking with me."
"I wish I could say otherwise. But we didn't exactly have a lot of free time on the Minnesota Wild. Whenever we got a night off I headed home and spent as much time with Rachel as possible."
I cleared my throat. “Up until the end, of course. Over the last few months we barely said hi."
Stellan sipped his Manhattan. "Actually, that makes sense. You're probably too exhausted to even go out."
"Especially during the season."
Stellan leaned across the table. "I'm going to let you in on another secret. But you can't tell anyone."
I arched my eyebrow.
"You were, uhm… Straight-presenting until last week. I don't think anyone expects you to go to drag shows in your free time."
I roared with laughter. "Maybe not. But I can't help but think I’ve been missing out on something amazing all these years."
Stellan grinned wickedly. "I've got a few friends that know how to put on a great show. I'll take you to one of their performances sometime soon."
My heart skipped a beat. "You mean it?"
"Absolutely." Stellan leaned across the table and kissed me.
I took his hand and led him to the dance floor. It was incredible, dancing in a place filled with other gay men. As the DJ played Madonna and Britney Spears there wasn't any hint of homophobia or prejudice from any of the partiers. It was almost like this was a safe space. Even the group of women who, as Stellan whispered to me, were "obviously at a bachelorette party," were exceedingly friendly and kind. One even smacked my ass as I danced with Stellan, treating me like her best friend which I loved of course even though I’d never met her in my life. I winked at her to show her I was having a great time.
When I finally pulled Stellan off the dance floor we were sweaty and buzzed. I wiped a bead of sweat from his upper lip and kissed him.
Stellan moaned and swooned into my body. I wrapped my arm around his waist and pulled him close.
"How about we hail an Uber and head home?"
"Your place or mine?"
I pretended to mull it over. “Tonight, we’ll do mine."
My heart raced at the thought of bringing Stellan back to my apartment.
13
Stellan
My cheeks flared as Rowan led me out of the Uber. But my jaw fucking dropped as I gazed at his beautiful home.
Rowan snorted as he saw my reaction. “I see you like where I've been saying since the divorce.
“Where you’ve been… Staying?”
"My wife got the house,” Rowan added perfunctorily.
I shook my head in disbelief. How could his wife have gotten the house? She was the one who'd left him. It didn't make sense sense to me. But all that mattered in that moment was Rowan’s thick fingers intertwined with mine.
My heart melted as he led me past the threshold and into the condo. With a smirk, he locked the door behind him, uncorked a bottle of wine and pulled me into his arms.
“Fuck.” I tried to fight off a grin.
"What is it?"
"I'm… Sweaty."
Rowan burst into laughter. "If you think I care about sweat you don't know me."
"Nobody wants to take a guy to the bedroom who’s sweaty."
"You might want to get your short-term memory checked. Our first encounter together was in a tent, if you don’t remember. Plus, I'm a professional hockey player. I can withstand a little sweat.”
I moaned and threw my arms around his neck. "Take me, Rowan. I need you so fucking bad."
Rowan wasted no time in wrapping his firm arms around my body as he brought me into his arms.
Jesus Christ. He’s like the Incredible fucking Hulk.
He held me tight and brought me into the bedroom. He pushed open the door and spread me across the bed. Without a second thought he brought his fingers to my neck and kissed me.
“I don't think you have any idea how sexy you are."
His words lit a fire deep within me. "You're not so bad yourself."
"I mean, maybe… But that's only because working out is kind of my job. You've just got it freaking made."
Rowan leaned in and pressed his palm into my chest. I whimpered and spread for him. He brought his other palm between my thighs, rubbing my hole and taint through the fabric of my shorts and briefs. I cried out and begged for his touch on my bare skin, and Rowan wasted no time in discovering my request. He rushed me out of my clothes and threw his to the floor. A second later he heaved himself up, naked as fuck.
"Please tell me I get to come in that sexy ass tonight."
Warmth shot through me. “Yes," I gasped, savoring the sensation of his hands on my skin. “Well… I’m not sure if I'm ready for you to come inside but if you're asking if you can fuck me the answer is yes."
Rowan snickered. "I don't think I'm totally comfortable doing it without a condom yet. I'm glad you made that distinction."
I giggled and slipped a condom out of the top drawer of my dresser. "I want you inside of me so goddamn bad."
Rowan slid the condom onto his cock. He grabbed the bottle of lube and applied a generous amount to my hole. I cried out as his fingers slipped inside me, massaging my opening so he might fit inside. When he finished he brought his palm to his own condom-covered cock and applied the lube.
"Open wide."
I whimpered and did as told.
Rowan pressed me into the bed with his giant palms, caressing my body. He pressed his cock against the opening of my hole. With a feral grunt he slipped the tip inside.
"Oh my God."
Rowan immediately stopped. "Does it hurt?"
“God no. I'm not a virgin. It's just… So big."
Rowan roared with laughter. "That's something my wife never said."
"Your wife sounds like a fucking bitch."
"No offense," I added hastily in a last-ditch effort to save the mood.
Rowan grinned, utterly oblivious to my slip-up. "Let's not talk about my wife right now."
"Just fuck me,” I whimpered, spreading my hole as Rowan heaved himself on top my body yet again. This time, I didn't tell him to stop. I opened for him, feeling the thickness of his rod slide in my tight freshly waxed hole. With a roar, Rowan slid into my asshole, gripping my own shaft with his firm palms and stroking it.
“Sexy little fuck. Tell me if it hurts.”
"It doesn't hurt. It’s the best fucking thing ever."
Rowan grinned. "Tell me if anything changes."
"The only thing that's changing is my desire for you. Before, I wanted to fuck you. Now, I want to eat you alive.”
Rowan moaned and bucked into my hole. He grabbed my neck and forced me to the bed. He fucked me like a wild animal, raw with pent-up desire. I thought he was going to sink his teeth into my face and rip my flesh off, devouring the flesh like a wolverine. Instead he grabbed my hair and fucked me hard.
It was too much to bear. "Oh my God!”
Without warning, a surge of electricity shot through me. I gasped and stared at my molten cock as it throbbed and began to pulsate before me. Rowan's thick cock was still very deep inside me, pouting my ass until the pleasure was so fucking intense I couldn’t hold on another goddamn second. Red-hot pleasure rocketed through me and I moaned and whimpered as I deposited my load on my tummy.
Rowan moaned and bucked into me one last time, placing his palm on my body, and rubbing the come into my flesh. He pulled out.
"Oh my God,” I gasped. "I shouldn't be coming before you."
Rowan grabbed my neck and slammed his lips on mine.
"Don't be silly. Just because I've never done it doesn't mean that I should lose myself first."
Suddenly, I got a wicked idea. I grinned devilishly at Rowan
and told him to lay down on the bed.
"I have an idea to get you off."
14
Rowan
I waited anxiously as Stellan leapt up from the bed. He hurried to his closet and selected a basket of goodies. My jaw dropped when I saw what it was.
"Jesus Christ. Sex toys?"
Stellan burst into laughter. "Erm, I wouldn't say they’re sex toys. They're more like… Get you off beyond your wildest dreams and then some toys. This one's my personal favorite." Stellan smirked and pulled out a magic wand.
"That's still a sex toy."
Stellan rolled his eyes. "If you have no imagination whatsoever, then yes, it’s a sex toy. I prefer to think of myself as more of an artist. At least when it comes to sex. These are my tools."
I burst into laughter. "They're not going to hurt. Are they?"
Stellan arched his eyebrow. "Please don't take this personally. Because I know this is the second quip I've made about your wife. But… Holy shit, you guys had a boring sex life."
"You're not wrong. But it was partially my fault. I was always at the rink. Sometimes I was too exhausted to get it on."
Rowan’s face fell. "Shit."
"Shit?"
“We’re… Ugh. How do I say this? When you go back to the Wild, we're going to run into the same problems. You're going to be practicing all day. When you come home at night – if we’re living together, which we haven't discussed, so I might be pushing it – you're still going to be tired."
Stellan bit his lip. "Right?"
My stomach sunk. It was exactly what I’d thought when I talked to Coach Jeremy. I knew firsthand that my free time would diminish the second I returned to the team. But I hadn't given a second thought to my sex life.
My drooping cock was beginning to betray the nerves rocketing through me.
Stellan cleared his throat. "I shouldn’t have said that."
"It's not your fault."
"I ruined the mood."
I reached up and grabbed his arm. "Look at me, Stellan." He turned to face me. "You didn't ruin anything. I just… Have some things to think about. I don't want you to get upset."
Stellan bit his lip. "Think I could still get you off? Or is that out of the question?"
I grinned devilishly. "You can definitely get me off. Believe me."
Stellan giggled. He set the basket of toys on the ground and pulled out the magic wand. He commanded me to lay on my back and spread my legs. Just the thought of Stellan toying with me was enough to give my cock a second life. It grew until it was as thick and excited as before.
“This is called a magic wand. It sends vibrations and pulses through your body. If you don't like it tell me and I’ll stop."
I grinned. "Do it. I've never played with a magic wand before."
Stellan grinned. He turned the toy on. It burst with life. He brought it to my hole.
The sensation was instantly electric. Immediately, surges of electricity coursed through my veins. I cried out and bucked on the bed. It felt like I'd been hooked up to a generator. My cock throbbed and I let out an involuntary moan.
"Want me to turn up the heat?"
I clenched his arm, gasping as I nodded. With a devilish laugh, Stellan flicked up the power to the highest notch. He inserted it further into my hole. Suddenly, it was like an entire electric storm was brewing in my ass. I was super charged and felt the tendrils of electricity coursing through my veins and creeping into the base of my cock.
I whimpered and stared into his eyes. I’d never been so fucking out of control in my life.
"Let me blow you." Stellan's voice was firm.
I whimpered and nodded. Stellan continued massaging my prostate with the toy and wrapped his fingers around my shaft. He flicked his tongue along my head, teasing my slit. He welcomed the shaft in his mouth, letting it glide over his tongue until it brushed against his tonsils. With my cock still in his mouth, Stellan chuckled and increased the frequency of the toy yet again. This time, I couldn't help but cry out, grab Stellan's hair and slam his head onto my cock. Stellan whimpered and moaned as his cock throbbed between his legs. He’s getting off at the thought of pleasuring me.
It was too much to bear. I cried out and slammed his head into my cock, again and again. I was using him as a fucking come rag and he loved every second. He whimpered as I fucked him, bucking into his tight warm throat.
It was too much. 10 minutes later, the sensation sent me over the edge.
"Get up.”
Stellan moaned and tried to stay on my cock, but I didn't want to choke him with my come. I yanked his head up and he gasped as spit trickled from his lips, creating a small translucent pool on my freshly shaved balls.
My orgasm exploded through me. My cock spasmed and sent three quick loads crashing onto Stellan’s drooling face. He closed his eyes as the spigot slammed him, gasping for air as my jets plastered his face. In the middle of my orgasm he brought his hand to his cock and tugged it frantically. His body quivered as he exploded a second time. 20 seconds later, we were sitting on the bed sheets, dripping from head to toe.
"I fucking love you, dude. I don't know how else to say it," Stellan mumbled through a full mouth of hot come.
I moaned and rubbed the liquid from his eyes. "I love you too. I pray to God you weren’t just saying that."
Stellan shook his head, sending small strings of come across sheets like a dog after a bath. "I meant it from the bottom of my heart."
Scooping him into my arms I brought him to the shower so we could get clean.
“We’ll call at 11 to let you know if you're ready to come back to the team."
I took deep breaths as I sat at the phone, waiting for my coach’s call. From the mirror hanging in the living room I could see it was pushing 11:15. Either my coach totally forgot he was supposed to deliver the news or he was running late.
I didn't fucking care why. All I could think was being wrapped up with Stellan, lost in desire.
Earlier this morning, he’d had to leave to get back to work. He was leading an excursion of three minor-league hockey players into the woods. “I'm not bringing them to our spot," he promised, kissing me before he left. “That's special just for us. I'm taking them to Duluth."
He wouldn't have cell reception for the next three days. Which meant that bearing the brunt of the news of whether I'd officially come back to the Wild was left to me.
I stared at the phone, willing it to ring. I mentally begged for the answer to come through. I had to know my goddamn options so I could come up with a plan.
I decided to get up and make coffee. But just as I grabbed the mug, the phone rang.
"Fuck." I slammed the mug on the counter and rushed back to the kitchen table. The phone was buzzing. I opened it and held it to my ear.
"Coach?"
“Rowan! How’re you feeling?"
I tried to quell the flutter of my heart in my chest. "Better, coach. Ready to come back."
I wasn't ready to come back at all. Especially not with Stellan by my side.
"Glad to hear it, Rowan."
My coach took a breath. It was like the world stopped spinning.
He continued. “We've got great news. The doctors have given you the green light to hit the rink. If you think you're ready, we’re preparing to let you hit the rink as early as Monday."
I gulped. "Monday?"
"Absolutely. They reviewed the X-rays of your knee. They’re impressed. They don't understand how it got better in such a short amount of time but they don't have to know that in order to understand that it's goddamn near fully healed."
He paused. "So we’ll see you Monday?"
"Yes, coach," I whispered, staring at the table. "See you Monday."
"Awesome. Get your gear ready. We’re going to be scrimmaging first thing at 7 A.M.”
I set the phone on the counter. Suddenly, I realized that, with Stellan in my life, I didn't want to play another fucking game with the Minnesota Wild again.
15
Stellan
The next week
“Please welcome Ms. Delicious Divine!”
I grinned as the entire room burst into applause. As I settled into my seat I glanced around me, smiling as I saw the familiar faces of my team bursting with applause.
After all, it wasn't every day I got invited to a top-notch show by the fiercest drag queen in Minneapolis at the Care Center, the LGBT youth nonprofit my teammate Mitch worked at every single day.
And to be treated to a bona fide superstar performance complete with the youth Mitch helped? It was a queen's dream come true.
I clapped furiously as Jacob and Mitch took the stage. Apparently, they hadn't started out doing shows together, but when Jacob turned up at the Care Center last spring unexpectedly with Mitch, the youth loved it so much that Jacob had come back for more.
Well… I couldn't say if Jacob came back for more. The youth couldn't care less about him.
They wanted his totally fabulous alter ego, Ms. Delicious Divine.
And if the sequined dress Jacob was wearing was any indication of the things yet to come, Ms. Divine was here in all of her fabulous glory.
Mitch grabbed the mic. “Thanks for the applause. But I don't think that's how you welcome the fiercest queens around."
The room laughed wildly. In the back, a high schooler shouted, "We want Ms. Divine!”
Jacob flashed a Colgate white smile to the audience and took the microphone. "Now I know you don't be disrespecting Queen Mitchell like that. He'll kick your ass out faster than Ru Paul kicking trans women off Drag Race. He won't tolerate no disrespect, honey."
The room clapped wildly. The boy in the back grinned passionately.
Mitch took the mic again. "Y'all don't think it's just us on stage today, right?"
Two boys in makeup in front of me shared a puzzle glance. They shrugged as if they didn't know what Mitch was talking about.
Mitch grinned fabulously. "It ain't just us, girl. Y'all," he said, stepping aside. "Bring your hands together for Ms. Samantha LaSass!”
