Page 78 of Playing His Game

Then Adam gently shoved Mo away so he slid backward several feet, giving Adam time to regain the puck and speed away.

Mo shook himself. Of course Adam wasn’t going to kiss him in public. They weren’t actually dating. Public kisses were against the rules. He shoved the weird tangle of emotions that brought aside and sped after Adam again.

They messed around on the ice for close to an hour—Mo’s legs and sides hurt, and he could smell his own sweat. By the time they packed themselves back into the SUV, he needed a shower for more than one reason. And then maybe a nap.

Too bad he had to be on his best behavior. He could really stand to rewrite the memory of this morning with something a lot more pleasant. And naked.

The engine cutting out jolted him out of his stupor. From the driver’s seat, Adam gave him a look. “You okay?”

“I stink,” Mo said instead of the other, hornier things trying to weasel out of his mouth. “No one will think I’m antisocial if I shower before joining them, right?”

Adam’s lips twitched. “Honestly, I think they might insist on it.”

Mo gasped in indignation. “You vile wretch! Why do I even like you?”

“You don’t.” Adam popped the door open. “Go ahead and shower. I’ll bring in the booze.”

Mo didn’t need to be told twice. He went directly from the garage to the downstairs bathroom and stripped off his clothes.

He could come back from this morning’s episode. Katie, Duncan, and Chelsea didn’t strike him as the kind of people who held grudges for silly jokes, even ones in poor taste. They made enough of them, after all. The nugget of guilt in his chest was just a reminder that he could do better. These people had gone out of their way to make him feel welcome at Christmas. He could try being a little less defensive.

He’d just rinsed the conditioner out of his hair when the shower curtain pulled back.

Mo yelped and instinctively held his hands in front of himself, but it was only Adam, already naked and dark-eyed with hunger.

“What are you doing?” Mo whispered even as he backed up to make room. “Isn’t your family?—”

He yanked the curtain closed behind him. “They went to the holiday market. They’re taking Chuckie to see the lights downtown after.”

Oh. Well, in that case?—

Adam’s mouth was on his.

The shower wasn’t particularly big, and Adam took up a lot of space, but Mo couldn’t say he minded sharing when Adam crowded him against the wall and put his hand on Mo’s cock.

A strangled noise tried to escape Mo’s mouth around Adam’s tongue. Before Mo could decide whether to be embarrassed about it, Adam released him and slid to his knees. “Oh fuck.”

Maybe Adam was less cavalier about getting caught than he’d let on, because he pulled out all the stops. In the hot, steamy confines of the shower, he cradled Mo’s balls and took his cock deep into his throat.

Water pounded down around them. The heat and humidity made Mo lightheaded. “Fuck. Adam.”

No answer except enthusiastic bobbing. A few near-gagging sounds. Adam didn’t let up. Mo put his hands in Adam’s hair just to hold on. “Jesus, that’s so good. Put your finger in me, I can take it—fuck I’m gonna come. Adam!”

By the time he’d emptied into Adam’s throat, he was only vertical because he was basically sitting on Adam’s hand.

“I really underestimated hockey players,” he said dazedly, and then Adam stood and kissed him again.

A blow job like that deserved a proper reward, but Mo didn’t have the brain cells to reciprocate properly. He decided he could owe Adam one and wrapped his hand around his dick instead.

Adam broke the kiss and put his hands above Mo’s head on the shower wall behind him, breathing hard. His foreskin slid easily over the head and back, soaked with precome.

It was fucking criminal that Mo couldn’t stand close enough to touch him and see all of him at the same time. “You like it? Look how hard sucking my cock made you. Sofuckinghot.”

And then, because Adam had his head tilted toward the ceiling as he panted for breath and Mo couldn’t reach anything else, Mo scraped a biting, openmouthed kiss at the base of his throat.

Adam made the tiniest, softest broken noise and went rigid against him as he spilled hot white liquid over Mo’s hand and both of their stomachs. Mo stroked him through it, gaze darting between Adam’s neck and cock.

“Jesus Christ,” Mo said blankly. “Merry Christmas to me.”