Page 45 of Offensive Edge
He kept kissing Rowan, updating his memory of what he tasted like, and what his body felt like under his. They were fairly evenly matched as teenagers. Theo was a little taller, but they had similar body types. Rowan stayed small. Theo hadn’t. He liked the difference.
“So, are we doing anything?” Rowan asked when Theo came up for a breath. His eyes were that intense, deep brown that was the reason people called him laser eyes.
“Eager.”
“We just talked about how no one has touched my dick since the dawn of time.”
“Alright, alright.” Theo slid a hand down to give Rowan’s dick a squeeze through his pajamas and listened to his gasp. His length was warm and hard and thick, and kicked a bit in Theo’s grip.
“Teddy,” he said, his tone of voice instantly filling Theo with the same protective streak he had for Rowan those many years ago. When people would doubt him, or call him overhyped. Or when they talked about getting drafted, and Rowan told him how much pressure he was already feeling to save an entire franchise when he’d never played a single NHL game.
“I got you, baby,” he said, tugging Rowan out of his t-shirt, and pulling his pajamas off. His own pajama pants were next, and he reveled in the way Rowan’s eyes had barely left his chest since he knocked on his door. He looked hungry for what he saw.
“What do you want to do?”
“Just...touch me,” Rowan said. Theo obeyed. He slipped a hand into Rowan’s boxer briefs and wrapped his fingers around Rowan’s erection. Theo was bracing himself above Rowan on one arm, and Rowan wrapped his hand around Theo’s bracing wrist. Theo couldn’t take his eyes off of him. Slowly, he gave Rowan a couple of strokes, and Rowan let out a quiet, shaky moan.
“Let’s take your boxers off, alright?” Theo asked, keeping his voice as quiet as Rowan was being. They didn’t know who was on the other side of the hotel wall, but it was one of their teammates who was likely still awake.
Rowan nodded, and let Theo pull his boxers all the way down. Theo’s teenage spank bank was solidly populated by this very dick. Nineteen-year-old Theo would never believe what they were doing. Seventeen-year-old Theo wouldn’t be surprised at all that even with the gap in their relationship, they had ended up in bed together again. He had believed that Rowan was forever at that age, even though now he knew how naïve that thought was.
Theo wanted to get his mouth on Rowan, but Rowan asked for his hand.
“Lick,” Theo said, holding his palm in front of Rowan’s face. Rowan complied, and since Theo had always read Rowan like a book, he could tell he was feeling shy. “Still good?”
“Good.”
“Alright,” Theo said, getting his hand back around Rowan. A little spit wasn’t going to magically make what they were doing an easy-slide dream, but it was better than nothing. Rowan was uncut, so Theo wasn’t worried. He stroked Rowan firm and slow, but all he was getting out of him was a string of shaky breaths, and an absolute death grip on his wrist.
“Is this not doing it for you? Tell me what you like.” It had been years since he’d jerked Rowan off. Maybe he wanted something different these days.
“No, that’s good. It’s maybe too good.”
Theo gave him a confused look, but didn’t stop.
“I’m gonna come,” he said, the hand that wasn’t about to break the bones in Theo’s wrist coming up to cover his face. Theo’s brain had just enough time to realize what was happening in order to speed up a little, but he barely needed to do anything special before Rowan was coming, almost completely silently, his body tense as his orgasm spilled over Theo’s knuckles.
It was alarming. Rowan wasn’t displaying any “I’m having a great time here” traits.
“Ro, are you alright?”
“That was embarrassing,” Rowan said through his hands. He had both his hands up now covering his entire face.
“What was embarrassing about that?” Theo asked. He tried to move one of Rowan’s hands, but Rowan wasn’t budging. Theo pulled back to give him some space. He was straddling one of Rowan’s legs. Rowan forced himself to calm his breathing down before lowering his hands. His eyes stayed on the ceiling, though. He wouldn’t look at Theo.
“That was, like, literally thirty seconds.”
“Yeah, and it’s your first handy in eight years. I kinda thought you might pop like that. It’s fine. You don’t have to impress me. The rest of the world, sure, maybe they’re always looking for you to impress them, but me? My feelings for you are not based on how long your dick can stay hard for.”
That got a little hollow laugh out of Rowan, and he finally looked at Theo. Theo leaned over to give him a kiss, then got out of bed to grab a warm washcloth. Rowan let Theo clean him up, which Theo was pleasantly surprised about. Then he curled up next to Rowan and put his head on Rowan’s chest, pulling the covers over them. He could feel how tense Rowan was still.
Rowan wrapped an arm around Theo’s big shoulders, and Theo snuggled against him.
“You’re not even hard anymore,” Rowan whispered.
“We have plenty of time, baby. No rush here. Honestly, it’s probably a good idea to take it slow. We are not free from shit we need to figure out.”
Theo didn’t need an orgasm from Rowan right at that moment. What was better was feeling Rowan’s hands get to know his body again. His new, grownup body. Fingertips followed the lines of Theo’s shoulders, the dip in his back, the pathway up his ribs. Rowan settled a hand on his cheek, and he couldn’t help but nuzzle into it. Theo hadn’t let himself have this—the touch of another man—in way too long. And the fact that it was Rowan was flooding his brain with oxytocin.
