Page 35 of Game Misconduct

Even Mickey—one of his closest friends and roommate back in Boston—wasn’t this anal on road trips.

Which officially made Leif the single most uptight person Tanner had ever met. Shocker.

Tanner wandered over to the bed again, smiling when he thought about last night. Uptight in some ways or not, Leif waskillerin the sack. It had been a while since anyone had dicked Tanner down that good.

Tanner shivered when he thought about the feel of Leif’s fingers in his mouth and his dick in his ass andgah. It had been good. Like, really fucking good.

Tanner was flexible in every sense of the word. He liked women, he liked men, he liked nonbinary and gender-nonconforming people. He just liked … sex with fun, consenting humans. And he’d had a lot of it in a lot of different ways.

But evenhehad to admit that had been a hell of an orgasm.

Tanner had teased Leif about his stamina earlier, but that was just for fun. He’d had zero complaints when Leif drilled him through the mattress.

Now, Tanner shifted and realized he was getting hard just thinking about it. He slid a hand across the front of his trousers. Goddamn.Yes please, more of that,he thought wistfully.

Maybe he should just hang out here until Leif got back.

Leif would probably be a little annoyed, but that’d probably make him horny and they’d wind up making out and having sex and … yes, it was the perfect plan.

Tanner dropped his bag on the floor, unzipped his jacket and tossed it aside, then sat on the edge of Leif’s bed. He kicked off his boots, then scooted back, sprawling out in a starfish pose. Might as well entertain himself while he waited.

Tanner closed his eyes and pressed his palm to his hardening cock as he thought about Leif’s tongue in his mouth and the flex of his tight abs as he drove in and out. Even through the fabric the touch felt good and Tanner dragged his palm along his length, replaying memories of the night before.

But his T-shirt collar felt like it was choking him, so he sat up and stripped it off, tossing it aside before he lay down again. He idly touched himself through his clothes, toying with the head of his dick.

God, was Leif ever gonna come back? Tanner was getting bored here. Not that jerking off was ever boring … but it would be better with Leif here.

Tanner wondered if Leif would be up for some good old-fashioned frotting. It was kinda underrated, honestly. It would be super fucking hot to rub his cock all over Leif’s tight abs as they made out.

Ooh, and did Leif like to get fucked? Tanner had no idea if he was vers or strictly a top.

Just thinking about fucking him made Tanner’s cock ache, trapped beneath the fabric of his clothing, so he eased down the zipper, then slid his hand under his underwear before shoving both down to midthigh.

There, that was better.

With a happy sigh, Tanner shimmied to get more comfortable, closed his eyes, and let himself enjoy the moment.

Today, the Nordic Team had held meetings, workouts, a hard practice, recovery, more meetings, and finally a very late team dinner, so Leif was tired and looking forward to sleep by the time he reached his hotel room and dug out his key card.

He still couldn’t figure out where his spare had ended up.

He’d searched high and low for it this morning before he had to leave for breakfast and had nearly missed the bus to the practice facility in the process. He’d even checked under the desk.

He should probably go downstairs and ask someone at the front desk to deactivate it and make him a new one, but he was exhausted and the thought of taking a nice hot shower before bed was more tempting, so he waved his key card to be let into his room.

Strange though, he thought with a frown as he stepped inside. Surely the card hadn’t disappeared into thin air? How could he have lost it? That was totally out of character for him.

When the door closed behind him, Leif blinked, confused. Why were the lights on in his room? He’d shut them off when he’d left for dinner. Perhaps someone from housekeeping had come in to tidy up?

Though that was odd too, since his bed had already been made and fresh towels had been laid out long before he’d come back to change for dinner. Maybe the lights were on a timer or something?

But when Leif stepped farther into the room, he yelped at the sight of a half-naked man on his bed. A half-naked man who was … masturbating?

“The fuck?” Leif whispered, his heart racing as he glanced around, desperately wishing he had a hockey stick to swing at him if this went sideways. How had the guy gotten in here? What kind of person broke into a hotel room to jerk off? Leif cleared his throat and tried to sound threatening as he barked, “Hey! Who are you? What are you doing here?”

The guy lifted his head and smiled. “Oh, hey, Leif. You’re back.”

“Tanner?” Leif sputtered. “What the fuck are youdoing?”