Page 5 of Game Misconduct

Tanner flicked his tongue against his ear. “It’s just behind your nutsack near the crease of your right leg … want me to trace it with my tongue again? I remember that really got you going there.”

What is wrong with him??Leif thought wildly as he reached down and grabbed Tanner’s wrist, pulling it off him but not before Tanner had squeezed his dick, massaging Leif through the linen fabric of his shorts.

With a growl, Leif pinned Tanner’s hand against the brick wall, feeling the flex of his wrist bones under his palm and the steady but quick flutter of his pulse against his fingertips. “Cut it out.”

“C’mon,” Tanner said huskily. “You know you want it. Want me to drop to my knees and pull your pants down and get my mouth all over you. I had you coming so fucking fast the last time and I’ve only gotten better since then.”

“Yeah, because you’ve had plenty of practice,” Leif snapped. Because being angry would help him focus. Keep him from doing something he’d regret.

Tanner scoffed. “Don’t you dare slut shame me,lov-ah boy.”

“I amnotyour lover boy,” Leif snarled.

“You could be. If you wanted.”

“Idon’twant,” Leif pointed out but oh shit, he was drifting close to Tanner again. Close enough he could tell that Tanner had a little scar on his left cheek that he hadn’t noticed in the last game they’d played.

Leif reached out without thinking, brushing his thumb across it.Shit.Had Tanner gotten that in a game? It must have hurt. Must have bled a lot too.

“Really?” Tanner whispered and this time he was so quiet that Leif had to strain to hear him. “Doesn’t feel like it to me.”

Leif dimly realized that he’d pressed Tanner close again, pinning him against the wall and shit, they were both hard. They were both hard and Leif might be in the dominant position, physically, but he didn’t have any control at all.

Heneverhad any control when Tanner was around.

He was … something about him made Leif’s brain burst into flames that threatened to consume everything around him. And now all he could think about was pressing their mouths together and forcing Tanner to juststop talking…

When Leif finally gave in to the urge that had been dogging him since Tanner greeted him in the hotel lobby a week ago, Tanner gasped and kissed Leif back. He was all over Leif, his hands roaming Leif’s body as if he’d been holding himself back before.

Kissing Tanner was like sticking his tongue in a light socket or touching a live wire. Every nerve in Leif’s body crackled with energy and the sensation of Tanner’s mouth against his sent a shiver down his spine.

Goosebumps broke out on Leif’s skin when Tanner grabbed his ass, grinding their cocks together. Even through the layers of clothing, it was intense, making heat creep up the back of Leif’s neck and dampen his hairline.

For a moment, he’d had this desperate hope that he’d kiss Tanner and be bored with it. That he’d remembered their first hookup wrong. He’d hoped his memory had been skewed by the years since then and the fact that it had been his first blowjob ever.

But no, this was every bit as good. Better, maybe, because he wasn’t drunk this time. Tipsy at best.

Leif groaned when Tanner worked a hand between their bodies and somehow got his belt undone and his fly open. And then his hand was on Leif’s cock.

Leif let out a choking noise and kissed him harder, pushing his tongue into Tanner’s mouth.

Tanner’s grip tightened, the calluses from stickhandling providing a pleasant abrasion against his sensitive skin. Leif’s cock was uncut and leaking just enough to slick the way a bit and he shuddered at the way Tanner twisted his wrist, toying with his foreskin.

Despite the whirling, overwhelming pleasure taking over Leif’s brain, he had the presence of mind to reach down and fumble for Tanner’s fly. He got his hand on Tanner’s cock too—cut and surprisingly girthy for someone with Tanner’s frame—and stroked too.

Tanner tore his mouth away, panting against Leif’s neck. “Fuck, fuck,” he muttered. “Yeah, like that. Keep touching me.”

His breath was warm against Leif’s neck, the panting air sending shivers down Leif’s spine, but he was talking again, trying to ruin the good feelings rushing through Leif’s body. He captured Tanner’s mouth again, delving his tongue in deeper.

For a few moments, they kissed desperately as they stroked each other.

When Tanner pulled away, Leif was embarrassed by the needy sound he made but Tanner brought his hand to his mouth, licking his palm before spitting into it.

And then he knocked Leif’s hand away, lined up both of their cocks, and began to stroke.

The slide of Tanner’s cock against his own, the heat of his skin, the smell of him made Leif’s knees go weak and he had to brace himself against the wall.

Leif gave in to the urge to bury his face against that spot on Tanner’s neck and groaned.