Page 102 of Game Misconduct

When Leif let himself into the apartment, it was quiet, and he leaned the umbrella against the wall to drip dry on the tile, then kicked off his shoes and hung up his overcoat. When he reached the kitchen, he found Tanner there, naked and drinking a glass of water.

“Oh my God, get your fucking clothes off,” was the first thing he said to Leif. He set the glass on the counter and turned to face him.

Leif grinned and walked over, pressing him back against the cabinets. “Hi to you too.”

“Fuck.” Tanner grinned back, sliding his hand inside Leif’s suit jacket. “Hi.Get your fucking clothes off, Princess.”

Chuckling, Leif unknotted his tie. “Can we maybe go to the bedroom first?”

Tanner shrugged. “I guess. If you want to be boring.”

Leif knew he was trying to goad him into having sex in the kitchen or something stupid like that, so he just rolled his eyes and followed Tanner down the hall to the bedroom.

Leif set his bag on the bench at the foot of the bed. He unzipped it, intending to pull out condoms and lube, and saw Tanner already had them waiting on the bed.

Of course theonething he was good at planning ahead for was sex.

But there was no bite to Leif’s thoughts as Tanner sprawled out next to the supplies. He was too busy thinking about the warm golden tone of Tanner’s skin and the way he wanted to drag his tongue along the soft line of hair below his navel.

And below, where Tanner was already growing hard.

Leif felt almost shaky as he pulled the tie loose from his collar and draped it on the nearby chair. Fuck, he was so glad they’d wound up staying in Boston tonight. He wouldn’t have wanted to miss this.

“Faster,” Tanner demanded, reaching for his cock. “What are you? A sloth?”

Leif huffed, but he did speed up a little. And he had to admit, when they were both stretched out on the bed, their naked skinpressed together, kissing desperately, he was glad he hadn’t wasted any time arguing.

Leif felt this odd shaky sensation go through him, like he couldn’t getenoughof Tanner. Like he needed him closer, needed to wind his body around Tanner’s until there wasn’t even a whisper of space between them.

When Leif finally pulled back, breathless, Tanner’s lips were kiss-swollen, his eyelids half-closed. Leif felt a throb of satisfaction, like he’d really gotten under Tanner’s skin somehow.

Tanner licked his lips, his lashes fluttering for a moment before he said, “Okay, so I need you to fuck me, like … ASAFP.”

“Yeah?” Leif said, hiding his smile by kissing Tanner’s neck. “You do, huh?”

“Uh-huh. Like, get your dick in my ass before I explode.”

“What if I wantedyouto fuckme?” Leif asked, because he’d been thinking about it for a while and couldn’t seem to get it out of his head.

“Round two?” Tanner said hopefully.

Chuckling, Leif bit Tanner’s ear. “Okay. Round two.”

Leif pressed a hand to Tanner’s chest to keep him where he was, lying flat on his back, and reached for a condom and lube. Leif rolled the condom on, and he was a little mean as he opened Tanner up, taking his time and making him squirm. It was fun to watch his face go red and see him fuck Leif’s fingers, desperate for more. When he was clearly out of his mind, Leif slipped a pillow under Tanner’s hips and settled in the welcoming space between his thighs.

Tanner beamed, so clearly happy to be there in that moment that Leif had to bend down and kiss him again, nipping at his lip. Tanner hissed, then kissed him back, sliding his hands along Leif’s arms and back to pull him closer.

After that it was so easy for Leif to shift his hips and reach down to guide himself inside Tanner. He was unusually still—for Tanner anyway—breathing out and taking Leif inside him like he’d been waiting for it.

And Leif felt a funny little hop-skip to his heartbeat when he was as deep as he would go.

After weeks apart, and the game, Leif had expected the sex to be frantic and desperate. A little rough, maybe. And he wouldn’t have minded that but there was something about the way Tanner wrapped his legs around Leif’s hips and closed his eyes that made Leif want to take it slower.

He traced his thumbs across the crests of Tanner’s hips, liking the way he shivered and twitched when Leif hit a ticklish spot. He liked the way Tanner’s lips parted and his lashes fluttered with every glide inside him.

Tanner wasn’t silent—he never was—he made these noises and mumbled words and sometimes Leif’s name and Leif felt oddly tender about it all. He swallowed hard and looked away, focusing on the generic painting of Boston Harbor over the bed as he rocked in and out of Tanner.

Eyes closed, Tanner reached out, running his hands along Leif’s back again, and Leif had no choice but to open his eyes and brace himself, bending Tanner in half. He stared into his face now, up close, and that was even worse.