Page 63 of Offensive Edge
“I kind of like…when you’re on top of me.” Rowan looked mortified admitting that.
“Are you telling me,” Theo asked, flipping Rowan onto his back so he could hover over him, the way Rowan apparently liked, “that you’re a pillow princess, babe?”
“Shut the fuck up,” Rowan said, but he didn’t deny it. That was fine by Theo. If Rowan wanted to lie there and look pretty, Theo was going to make sure he rocked his world.
Rowan’s confidence, bravado, and expertise on the ice was nothing to scoff at. But while Theo was so proud of Rowan, a selfish part of him was glad that there were things than he was better at. With practice, Rowan would gain confidence in bed too, but Theo would be content if Rowan always wanted him to do all of the work.
He grazed his lips over Rowan’s, pleased when Rowan chased the kiss to deepen it. The legs he had around Theo’s waist tightened, and Theo understood the need to be as close to each other as possible.
“Alright, alright,” he said, pulling back from their kiss to dig condoms and lube out of his nightstand. Rowan’s legs remained where they were, keeping them together.
He knew they needed to be quiet, both to be good roommates, and because Theo knew Rowan would be mortified if Vic made a comment about hearing them, so he went slow, reaching behind Rowan with slick fingers to tease him open. He felt Rowan’s body tense.
“You gotta relax for me, baby,” Theo coaxed. Rowan took a deep breath. He was still new at this, and Theo wasn’t interested in rushing it. He took his time with Rowan, listening carefully for his quiet noises as he pumped his fingers in and out of him. He wanted Rowan to start enjoying himself before giving him his dick.
In the meantime, he watched Rowan’s face. The flutter of his eyelashes, the way his mouth parted in an almost silent moan. He didn’t rush Theo through his prep, and Theo let himself enjoy the process until his dick was so hard he thought he might explode. Rowan’s cheeks were rosy and beautiful.
“You ready?”
“Fuck yes,” Rowan whispered, just to the space between them.
Theo figured out the condom and some more lube, trying to let Rowan continue to hang on to him with his legs. He needed the closeness in that moment, and Theo was stupidly grateful for it. He wouldn’t have asked to be plastered to Rowan like this, but he needed it just as much as Rowan did.
Theo lined himself up with Rowan’s opening, and slowly pressed the head of his dick into him, his eyes finding Rowan’s. Rowan was looking right back at him. His dark, intense eyes carried a softness that Theo had never seen anywhere outside of being alone with him.
He captured Rowan’s lips in a kiss, as Rowan used his legs to try to pull Theo into him more quickly. Theo wrapped one of his arms around Rowan, pressing a hand to the small of his back. “Be patient,” Theo encouraged.
“No.”
“I’m going to make it worth your while,” Theo promised. He eased in and out, hips shifting in a somewhat loosened lock of Rowan’s legs. He took a breath when he was fully seated and pressed his forehead to Rowan’s.
“I know we’re as close as we can be, but I want to be closer,” Rowan said.
“Every day we’re together, we’re closer.”
“You’re signing your contract extension, right?”
Theo laughed. He was balls deep in Rowan, and he still wanted to talk about hockey. To some extent, Theo thought talking about their relationship would always include talking about hockey.
“Six years,” Theo said. “Probably. There’s some stuff to iron out before I sign, but winning the Cup this year was great timing.”
“No-movement clause?”
“Yeah, baby.”
“Then we’ll both have six years left as Serpents.”
Rowan wanted to hold on to Theo the way he knew how to. With hockey contracts. It may seem a little clinical to other people, but to Theo, he knew this was Rowan’s version of romance. Especially given their history. Rowan making sure they would be together and, with a no-movement clause, couldn’t be torn apart again against their will.
“We have a lot of time to win the Cup again,” Theo said. He started thrusting into Rowan slowly, softly. He wanted to pause time and live in this moment as reigning Cup winners, tangled together physically and legally.
Rowan’s mouth parted as he started shifting his own hips, working himself back against Theo. The hand Theo had on his lower back guided them together with the precision to make Rowan gasp.
“I thought you wanted me to do all the work.”
“You were barely doing anything,” Rowan complained.
God, Theo loved this boy. Rowan could be frustrating and stubborn, his thoughts and emotions opaque, his focus pointed at hockey and hockey only. But Rowan knew Theo down to his bones. Rowan made room for him. Rowan had followed him in a sport that makes it notoriously difficult to choose who you play with. When they were younger, Rowan had accidentally made Theo feel expendable. This season, he’d made Theo feel whole.
