Page 39 of Bro Code

Louis sipped. “I don’t know if I could live in a hotel. Seems grim.”

“Yeah, it’s not my favorite.”

Louis turned, putting his back to the window, an impish look on his face. “Pretty high up, though. Very unlikely anyone would see in here…”

“Meaning…?”

“Like, if someone happened to be doing it against the window…” Louis lifted one shoulder, looking coy as he sipped his beer.

Riley narrowed his eyes. He was beginning to see a pattern here. “You have a thing about doing it in public, or something?”

“Honestly? I think maybe.” Louis watched him, sipping again. “Is that a problem?”

“Not unless you get caught, I guess.”

“I haven’t yet.” His eyes twinkled. “So you’re saying we can fuck against the window?”

“Quite the leap in logic you just made there…”

“Come on. I mean…” He turned back to the window, spreading his arms. “Look at this view!”

Riley let his eyes wander down the back of his shoulders, his waistband, to the pert little ass he kept tucked away inside those Chinos. He didn’t have anything against doing it in public; he just didn’t need to do that anymore. On a hockey player’s salary you could always rent a hotel room. It was risky doing it out in the open. That kind of scandal would end your career at the NHL faster than Louis had come in those woods.

Which was kind of adorably hot, now he remembered it…

He set his beer on the table and crossed the room. Stepping up behind Louis, he slipped his arms around him and put his lips to his ear. “The view’s pretty good. But I’d rather look at you, naked against my window.”

Louis caught a breath. Riley slid his hands down his forearms to his hands, finding the beer bottle still held in one of them, and gently removing it to set it on the floor. He came back and found Louis’ hands again, lifting them to the window. He splayed them flat on the glass, pinning them with his own as he kissed Louis’ neck and pushed the bulge at the front of his jeans into his ass.

Louis moaned and pushed back as Riley kissed under his ear and down the side of his neck. The stupid turtleneck was in the way. Riley tugged it up from the hem, and Louis lifted his hands as he pulled it over his head. As Riley tossed it aside, Louis tried to turn around, but Riley caught his hands and pinned them on the window again.

“No. We keep those here.”

Louis’ face was reflected in the dark glass, and his eyes went straight to Riley’s with a look of surprise. “So demanding,” he said.

“Mhm.” Riley began to kiss him again, sliding his hands up and down Louis’ ribs. His skin was so smooth and so soft, and it had the faintest smell of coconut. He slipped his hands to Louis’ fly and began to unbutton it, and Louis met his eye in the window again.

“I feel like I’m the only one getting undressed here.”

Riley lifted an eyebrow. “Oh, my apologies. I didn’t mean to make Mr. Fuck Me In Front of Everyone feel indecent.”

Louis scoffed, and Riley stepped back, stripping off his own shirt. He unbuckled his belt and removed his pants too, pressing his erection against Louis’ ass as he slipped his arms around him and finished unbuttoning his fly. He pulled down Louis’ pants and boxers, then grabbed him by the hips and looked down as he rubbed his cock up and down between the cheeks of his bare ass. It was the first time he’d seen it or felt it like this, and it was just as smooth and soft and beautiful as the rest of him.

“You like it?” Louis looked over his shoulder.

“Yes.” Riley’s voice came out huskier than he meant it to. “Very much.”

Louis kicked his pants and boxers all the way off, and then they were both naked in front of the window, looking out at the lights. Riley groped and rubbed him from behind, kissing his neck and shoulders as he reached around to stroke his cock. This window idea was genius – he could see the whole frontside of Louis in the reflection as well as the whole backside of him, and he temporarily lost his mind with horniness, wondering where to look. At his hand stroking Louis’ cock? Or at his own cock, grinding against Louis’ ass?

Louis, for his part, was putting on a hell of a show, arching and sticking his ass up and pushing back against Riley like an eager little slut. He was practically dancing against the window, throwing his head around and moaning and doing all kinds of extra shit. Which normally would’ve pissed Riley off, but damn for some reason right now it was so fucking hot. Maybe he was just getting away with it because his ass was so nice and his skin was so smooth and he smelled like coconut, which was making Riley lose his mind just a little bit.

Eventually, Louis looked over his shoulder and said, “So are you gonna fuck me? Because otherwise I’m gonna have to start charging you for this show.”

Riley managed a rough laugh and slid his hands up to pin Louis’ on the window again, putting his lips against his ear. “Absolutely. Don’t move.”

He went to find lube and condoms and when he came back, Louis was still splayed against the window, exactly as he’d left him, looking out at the view. Riley stopped to admire the view of him from behind. “You actually didn’t move.”

Louis sent a saucy look over his shoulder. “I can do what I’m told.”