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“Maybe,” Chris allowed.

“Also, regardless of your sexuality, I have a high sex drive. Maybe you don’t, which would be fine.”

“But wouldn’t we be kind of incompatible, then?”

Luca scoffed. “I have a very functional left hand, thank you.”

“Oh, you do it with your left? But you shoot right.”

“You can watch if you’re curious.”

At last, Chris thawed, his hands coming up to stroke along Luca’s sides through the material of his T-shirt. “I think I’d like that.”

“But not now. Now, I’m cuddling my boyfriend. I think he needs it.”

Chris hugged him close and kissed the top of his head.

Chapter Seventeen

“Why do we watch sports? It’s not so our teams can win all the time. That would be boring. We watch for the entertainment, for the ups and downs, for the chance to follow along with players we grow to care about. Maybe this isn’t a year we make the playoffs, or maybe November has just been a bad month. Either way, this year brought us some great team moments. (Did you see Calabrese and Mazetti in matching costumes at Tom Crowler’s Halloween party?) And some epic hockey. (Did you see Calabrese block a shot by bodily throwing himself in front of it in Montreal?) We may not win, but I’ve had a great time watching. What more could I want?”

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For all Chris’s worry the day before, he woke up to winter sunshine, a tousled, sleepy Luca, and a very erect dick.

He breathed a silent sigh of relief. Not wanting sex wasn’t a bad thing; he would get it through his thick skull eventually. But it had been so nice to want Luca and be wanted in return. He would enjoy the feeling when his body got on board and find ways to make Luca happy with his hands and mouth and maybe a few toys when it didn’t.

Right now, he was very on board with slick kisses tasting of morning breath, Luca warm from sleep, and his own erection pushing up against Chris’s as he rolled on top of Chris to kiss him more thoroughly.

Chris reached down to wrap his hand around them. He struggled to get both of them in his grip, but Luca leaked enough to make the slide a little slick as he jerked them both together.

“Oh, God,” Luca said, his voice deep and thready. “You—you’re so big against me.”

Compared to Chris’s cock, Luca’s seemed slender and short. It was normal sized as far as cocks went—Chris had done a lot of googling the first time a girl told him he was too big to have penetrative sex—but the contrast made it seem small.

More slick leaked from Luca’s slit.

“You’re into it, aren’t you,” Chris realized. “Do you like how small I make you seem?”

“Shut up,” Luca gritted out.

“Is it a humiliation thing?” Chris asked, slowing the movement of his fist. “Do you want me to make fun of you or something? Because I’m not sure I can—”

“No, you fucking asshole, your ridiculous monster cock turns me on so much I’m about to come all over you after twenty seconds.”

“Hng,” Chris said, his grip tightening without his conscious control. His hips bucked up, and the friction intensified.

Luca paused above him, wide-eyed. “Is that a humiliation thing?”

“…Maybe?”