Page 42 of Game Misconduct

“I’ll fuck you when I’m good and ready,” Leif shot back, but a few moments later, he pulled his fingers free and shifted on the bed.

Tanner wanted to cry as Leif lined himself up and pushed inside. It was so good that Tanner could think of nothing else, could barely breathe with how bad he wanted it. And Leif didn’t waste a moment either.

He set up a hard pace right from the beginning, his hands biting into Tanner’s hips and driving his cock in at just the right angle to make heat spread across his body.

Tanner screwed his eyes more tightly shut and panted, wondering if this timehewas going to be the one to come too soon. Dimly, he heard himself babbling nonsense and he dug his fingers into the covers.

When Leif’s cock dragged across Tanner’s prostate just right, he buried his face in the nearby pillow to muffle his shout and collapsed onto his elbows. Leif kept fucking him through it, hard and deep and … Tanner came with a strangled howl he couldn’t hold back any longer.

Leif kept going until Tanner was oversensitive and twitching, then came with a low groan before collapsing, his forehead pressed to Tanner’s sweaty back.

Tanner couldn’t breathe, so he turned his head and let out a long, contented sigh.

“Did you just come untouched?” Leif whispered.

“Un-huh,” Tanner managed becauseholy fuck.

“Did you just come on thecoverlet?”

“Mmm,” Tanner said because he was pretty sure cum had shot on the coverlet, the pillowcase, his abs, his chest … it was pretty much everywhere, to be honest.

“Disgusting.”

“You’re disgusting,” Tanner shot back weakly.

Leif groaned and straightened, then got out of bed. Tanner’s eyes were still closed but he heard Leif go into the bathroom. He came out a moment later and a hot washcloth landed on Tanner’s back.

“The fuck?” he mumbled.

“Don’t you want to clean up?”

“Well yeah, eventually,” Tanner said, lifting his head. “But you didn’t have to berudeabout it.”

Leif rolled his eyes. “Like you aren’t the single rudest human being on the planet.”

Tanner groaned and reached behind him to grab the cloth. “You should meet my D-partner.”

“I’vemetMatty Carlson.”

“Not him,” Tanner said, getting up on his hands and knees and halfheartedly swiping the cloth between his cheeks. “Back in Boston. Crawford.”

“I’ve met Luke Crawford too,” Leif said drily. “Unfortunately.”

“He’s not so bad.” Tanner heaved himself up to his knees and swiped at his stomach and chest.

“Gross. I can’t believe you clean up in that order.” Leif sounded disgusted. “Andof courseyou think he’s not that bad. You’re not playing against him.”

“What’s wrong with the order?” Tanner protested, confused.

“You’re wiping your ass germs all over your stomach.”

Tanner wrinkled his nose, considered the idea, then shrugged. “Dude, you had your fingers in my ass a few minutes ago.”

“And I washed my hands!”

“Whatever. I’m gonna shower soon anyway. Probably.” He tossed the cloth on the floor, then flopped onto his stomach. Right onto the wet spot.

“Now they’re all over my bed!” Leif snapped. “What is wrong with you?”