Rocking Thin Ice

by Z. Allora

  The firework finale began with colorful bursts lighting the sky.

  “That’s a peony in white, which is the most common firework.” Drake identified the white stationary stars that had no tails filling the blackened sky. He gestured to the blue. “See the blue with the streaking tails? It’s called a chrysanthemum.”

  Why hadn’t Blaze wondered about the names of fireworks before now? “Cool. What’s that one?”

  Another white with a red center exploded. A blue with a white center took its place.

  Drake kissed the side of Blaze’s face. “That’s almost a chrysanthemum, but because of the colored stars in the center, it’s a diadem.”

  “Oh.” Blaze resisted the need to “oh” and “ah” at each explosion, but that one slipped out.

  Red, white, and blue burst, and each star broke off into smaller ones. “See the crisscross pattern? That’s the crossette.”

  “How do you know—oh, that’s my favorite.” Blaze pointed to the dome-shaped, long-burning sparkles dripping down the sky.

  “Mine too. It’s the willow.”

  Blaze sighed. “You’re truly amazing, and like no one else I’ve ever met.”

  “Is that why we haven’t been together in this way, because you’re worried this will turn out to be like one of your other hookups? Or I would?”

  “When you say it like that….” Blaze pressed his lips together and found Drake’s gaze reflected in the window. He hated to admit he was waiting for Drake to devastate him like Trent had done. Even though he knew it was insane, he shrugged.

  “We definitely need to talk more, because I thought you just weren’t ready. So I didn’t push you.” Drake gave him a small but sad smile and tucked behind his ear some of the hair that had allowed Blaze a place to hide. “It’s okay if you want to wait.”

  Fireworks exploded in rapid sequence. The colors mixed as they raced to the ocean.

  “I don’t want to wait. I was ready the moment I saw you.” That was the truth.

  Drake tightened his arms around him. “I can still see a little doubt in your eyes. Let me explain something to you. You know what the difference between us and every other man you’ve ever been with is?”

  Blaze stared at him. He opened his mouth—

  “Love. We love each other. This one act isn’t going to change that.” Drake’s steadiness was calming.

  Though how could he make Drake comprehend the level of his dysfunction? “You know, that’s why I blew you that first time. I wanted to put my emotions in order so I could file you away.”

  Blaze awaited indignation, hurt, and finally, dismissal. He got none of what he anticipated.

  Straightening to his full height, Drake smirked and lifted his chin. “How did that work for you?”

  The sky went dark, and the crowd applauded for the fireworks, not Drake’s zinger.

  Blaze glared at him through the window’s reflection. He’d fallen in love with the bastard.

  “Did you toss me away?” Drake asked, like that had ever been a question.

  “No! Never!” Blaze didn’t mean to sound so sharp, but no fucking way. Not even in his commitment-phobic mind would he allow Drake to think for a second that Blaze didn’t want him.

  “Then why would this change what we have?” Drake tilted his head and studied Blaze.

  “I don’t want to lose you, and that scares the fuck out of me.” There was his truth.

  “I hope not all the fuck, ’cause I’d still like your dick inside of me in this lifetime.” Drake spun him away from the window and guided him to the bed.

  Blaze snorted. “You’re an idiot.”

  “I am. I’m an idiot for you. I don’t give a shit if you blew me to reset your perspective and not because you couldn’t resist the sexiness in front of you.” Drake chuckled and pressed kisses on Blaze’s cheeks and eyelids.

  “The sexiness in front of me….” Blaze loved him so much, it was crazy.

  “Blow me anytime you like to reset your priorities.” Drake jerked his head in the general direction of a nightstand. “There’s a bottle of lube in the drawer, on your side of the bed.”

  They had sides of the bed? Oh my God! He and Drake did have their own sides of the bed. He slept on the right side, and Drake curled up behind him on the left. When did that happen? Glancing at Drake, he realized it didn’t matter, but he was elated it did.

  “Unless you don’t want to….”

  Blaze clarified, “Oh, I want to fuck you until you see Jimi Hendrix.”

  Drake gave him another one of his sexy, infuriating, and completely calm grins. “Now that’s tempting for all the reasons.”

  “Which are?” Blaze stepped away from the hug and put his hands on his hips.

  “Well-fucked until I see the dead would be a pretty impressive altered state of reality.” Drake’s cheeks heated. “But just having you inside of me would be more than enough.”

  God, when Drake said things like that, everything Blaze had believed became twisted and got kicked to the curb. Drake’s sincerity continued to touch places deep within his soul.

  Systematically, Drake knocked down the walls of ice surrounding Blaze’s heart, ice brick by ice brick. Now the final ice wall started to crumble, and instead of his fear trying to rebuild the barrier, something akin to relief and calm crept through him, revealing the rightness of them.

  Hell, there were times Blaze even helped Drake to build a door when the wall had been too reinforced.

  Skates on fire! He’d always wanted Drake to reach him. Blaze had been rooting for his own defeat so he could win.

  Drake lay back on the bed. He toyed with the towel’s end and then unwrapped the towel. Drake shifted on the bed, highlighting the fact his hard cock waited for Blaze. Drake once again magically yanked Blaze out of his spiraling crazy without much effort at all.

  His long hair waved out over the pillow, and Drake tucked one hand under his head, reaching out with his other.

  This was it. Did Blaze take the offer, or did he refuse?

  Blaze grabbed his hand and allowed Drake to tug him onto the bed. He lay next to the delicious man-buffet ready for him. Out of everything he could have played with, he picked up a piece of Drake’s hair, twirled the strands between his fingers. Feelings of affection grew so strong, they threatened to overwhelm him. His voice broke a little when he said, “You’re beautiful.”

  “Thank you.” Drake hauled him into a kiss.

  The soft kiss was sweet and exactly like so many others they’d shared, but now Blaze had admitted he loved Drake. Shouldn’t that change things?

  He threw a leg over Drake with more possessiveness to get closer, pressing in as the kiss morphed into a toe-curling, blistering exchange of lips and tongue.

  Drake turned toward him and rutted his hard-on against Blaze’s thigh.

  Pulling his mouth off Drake’s, Blaze asked, “You really want to do this?”

  Grinning, Drake rubbed his dick over Blaze’s thigh again. “Yes, I really need you inside of me.”

  Blaze rolled him onto his stomach, exposing Drake.

  Drake thrust back in invitation.

  “Fucking hell,” Blaze groaned and couldn’t resist running his hands over Drake’s asscheeks.

  “I know I don’t have a skater’s ass, but I love your hands on me.” Drake wiggled into Blaze’s touch and arched his back.

  “Your ass is a magnificent rock star’s butt.” Blaze polished his hands over Drake’s butt like his cheeks were made of spun gold. Then he massaged Drake’s rump, kneading the muscles, hoping to relax Drake—and himself.

  Blaze pressed a gentle kiss on Drake’s right cheek and another to his left, wet his lips, and traced his mouth over the curve of Drake’s ass.

  “Fuck,” Drake groaned.

  “Is this okay?” Blaze had never been so affectionate or careful when he was fucking, so was this weird? Maybe it wasn’t what Drake wanted.

  “Definitely.” Drake ended in a gasp.

 
Blaze trailed his wet tongue along Drake’s crease. Drake was warm and smelled of the hotel’s sandalwood soap.

  “No one… no one’s ever done that.” Drake’s meaning fell out between heavy pants.

  His breath caught. Blaze had never eaten anyone’s ass before. It had always seemed way too intimate, but that was exactly why he wanted to share this with Drake. He loved how sexy, affectionate, and delectably filthy doing this to Drake made him feel.

  Drake spread his knees, allowing Blaze deeper access.

  Licking his tongue down his crack, Blaze adored how a simple well-placed swipe seemed to make Drake grind down into the bed.

  Blaze parted Drake’s asscheeks and ghosted warm breath over him, enjoying Drake’s twists and hip swivels of anticipation, filled with what Blaze hoped was longing.

  Drake pushed back onto Blaze’s questing tongue, and Blaze rewarded him by separating his cheeks wider and dipping deeper along the crevice. Each time Blaze traveled the path, he burrowed his wet tongue closer to where Drake wanted him to be.

  Drake glanced over his shoulder with a frown. “Do you regret telling me you loved me?”

  “You really do talk a lot during sex.” Blaze tried to make a joke, but Drake’s frown intensified. “No, I don’t regret it.”

  “Are you freaking out?” Drake studied Blaze way too closely.

  “A little. But not like before.” Until Drake brought it up. “Are you having second thoughts about telling me you love me?”

  Drake scoffed as well as anyone could with his bare ass exposed. “Of course not. I just want you to know I want to make us work.”

  Blaze nodded. He wanted that too, much more than was comfortable. “I know. I do too.”

  Long licks should have made Drake want to focus on the sex.

  Instead Drake promised, “Then we can.”

  “You’re really a chatterbox. Let’s try some dirty talk,” Blaze begged, because this conversation reminded him of what was an impossible situation, and when had love ever really won anything?

  Drake growled, “I want you to lick me out. Then I’m going to take you up my ass so far we won’t know where you end and I begin.”

  “Mmmm, yes. Keep talking.” Blaze drove tongue first into Drake’s ass and made Drake’s words a reality.

  Drake’s body welcoming him made Blaze crave even more of what would likely be out of his reach with their careers and their homes being thousands of miles apart. His heart rebelled now that he’d clarified they wanted the same things, and he couldn’t help but hope they would figure out a way to make their relationship work somehow.

  “Right there.” Drake continued to shift and writhe, allowing Blaze access until his tongue was buried as deep as the length let him go. “More, Blaze. Please. More.”

  Blaze breathed heavily as he added his fingers and worked them in concert with his tongue. He relied on the expertise that only came with watching lots of rimming videos, and on Drake’s sighs and whimpers.

  Determined not to think about all the others, Blaze focused on Drake and how he melted into a squirming mess all for him.

  Drake begged, “Blaze, come on. Give it to me.”

  He shouldn’t have been worried; this time everything was different. This was Drake… and he didn’t want to “give it” to him.

  Blaze rolled him onto his back.

  “Oh.” Drake groaned, probably at his dick no longer getting friction from the bed. His glossy-tipped cock saluted and throbbed for attention. “Um, this way?”

  “What?” Blaze froze. Had he done something wrong? He’d seen boyfriend videos where guys fucked like this so they could give googly eyes. Jesus, he’d never been this unsure of himself before, but he was pretty sure he wanted to make googly eyes at Drake.

  “I’ve never done it this way.”

  Blaze stared down at him, feeling stupid and a bit exposed. “Me either, but if you’d rather we didn’t do face-to-face, no worries.”

  “I want to be able to see you.” Drake gave him a dreamy smile and definitely some googly eyes.

  “I do too.”

  “This feels right, like this is the way it should be between us.” Drake once again spoke his truth without worrying if he sounded like a sap or not.

  The risk and trust Drake put in him made Blaze grin ear to ear. “Yeah.”

  No more backpedaling—this was the moment he’d been anticipating and avoiding.

  Blaze’s gaze zeroed in on Drake’s erection, and then he gazed into Drake’s eyes and licked his lips. His hair curtained his face as he leaned over and swiped his tongue to gather the precum Drake leaked, teasing them both.

  “Oh God. Blaze,” Drake begged.

  Answering Drake’s plea, Blaze finally took Drake into his mouth.

  The hot, wet suction Blaze provided ripped another groan from Drake. He didn’t even thrust his hips, because Blaze put forth all the effort. Working his O-shaped lips down to the root of Drake’s dick, he swiped his tongue across his balls.

  Drake’s eyelids slid shut, but he kept blinking them open.

  Show-off that he was, Blaze decided to impress Drake. He pressed his fingers back inside of Drake and then went down on him. He gagged a couple of times, which made Drake squeeze his soon-to-be-filled asscheeks.

  “God, I love your mouth on me, but I need….” Drake’s words came out sounding like a moan with syllables.

  Blaze bobbed his head a few more times and pulled all the way off, smiling.

  Drake tried to talk while Blaze pushed down his shorts and rolled a condom on. The words didn’t turn into sentences. He added lube to his covered dick. This was no longer a concept. He’d be inside Drake soon.

  Trembling, he couldn’t ever remember wanting someone this bad, but even more than the physical, he longed for connection. Jesus! Who was he?

  Drake didn’t do much but lie there, though fuck, he looked incredibly sexy and willing. He reached out and clutched at Blaze with desperation, as if only Blaze could give him what he longed for.

  Worry that Blaze would come immediately warred with excitement while he tried to make sense of his intense emotions.

  He loved Drake, and regardless of what paths either of them took, Blaze wanted to make this work. Not just the sex, but them. Though the band wanted Drake back and there was the Olympics to consider. He needed to—

  Close-clipped nails raked into Blaze’s thigh, forcing him into the here and now. His beautiful rock-star boyfriend waited for him.

  Blaze added some lube to his fingers and glided them into Drake. Tight and responsive, Drake’s body squeezed around his fingers.

  “Please. I’m ready.” Drake panted.

  Staring down into Drake’s eyes, Blaze saw forever. He not only loved Drake, he wanted forever. How in the fuck would that—

  Drake pulled back his knees, inviting Blaze to explore him further.

  Blaze’s world shrank to this moment.

  The position no longer represented submission in Blaze’s head. It morphed into Drake offering more of himself to Blaze. More love burst through him.

  Blaze twisted his fingers out, ran his erection over Drake’s opening, and rested against him. “Do you want me to add more lube? I can—”

  “No, I’m ready. I’ve never been face-to-face. I want to feel you in me.”

  Blaze nudged himself inside a bit.

  Drake used one hand and pulled him down into a kiss, which made him sink farther into Drake’s body.

  Fuck, this felt so personal, loving, good… nothing like all the other times Blaze had screwed some nameless guy. He broke the kiss and could read every desire skittering across Drake’s face. He wanted to fulfill all of them.

  He put his hands on either side of Drake’s head. Blaze surrounded him, but he was imprisoned by Drake’s enthrallment, and he never wanted to be paroled.

  “Ready?” The word had been sliced by the emotional razor blades in Blaze’s throat, giving away much more than he’d ever wanted to willingly hand over in th
e past, but this was Drake. Not even everything was enough.

  “Please.” Drake begged for much more than the physical. Blaze heard, “Please take what I offer. Please be who I think you are. Please love me back. Please, let’s figure out forever.”

  Blaze desperately wanted all those things too. He leaned down and pressed his mouth to Drake’s at the moment he breached him farther with a slow, gentle push into the tight grip.

  Drake inhaled sharply.

  Freezing, Blaze gave him time to adjust. “A little more?”

  Nodding, Drake moaned out, “Yeah.”

  Love flowed between them. Blaze imagined he could almost see the shared bond twining both of their hearts together like in one of the rom-coms he and Drake had watched on Netflix.

  Drake let go of his knees and clasped Blaze’s shoulders. “More. I want all of you.”

  And fuck if Blaze didn’t want to give him that and more. Blaze sunk deeper and deeper still, until he was completely inside.

  Drake clutched at Blaze’s shoulders as his body clenched around the invading cock. Shifting back and forth, Drake demanded, “Come on.”

  Withdrawing on a gentle glide, Blaze closed his eyes to savor the tight grip of muscles. Drake’s body pleaded with him to stay. Sliding in and out of Drake filled the empty parts of Blaze he hadn’t even known were there.

  He opened his eyes and brushed Drake’s hair out of his face. He didn’t bother to hide the love that threatened to overwhelm him.

  Drake ran a finger over Blaze’s lips and gave him a plucky grin.

  Their rhythm faltered.

  Drake surrendered to him, lying there naked and exposed.

  Why did Blaze still have his T-shirt on? Shit, he should have undressed so they were skin on skin. He didn’t want anything separating him from Drake.

  Blaze threw off his T-shirt.

  Ever since he’d known Drake, the man kept prying open the cracks in Blaze’s protective walls, and now Drake helped him climb out from behind his self-made barricade.

  Gasping, Drake closed his eyes. “Too much. Not enough.”

  Ah, there it was. Blaze’s lips turned up in a smile laced with triumph at having found Drake’s prostate, which Blaze zoned in on, trying to memorize the location.