Page 22 of Bro Code

“Ugh, how dare you? I’m trying to share a moment!”

Riley continued to fix him with a suspicious look, which was a super fucking sexy look on him – kind of looked like those Calvin Klein ads. Louis’ heart skipped and he told himself it was the vodka he’d just chugged at the bar.

“Alright.” Riley unfolded his arms. “One drink.”

Obviously, it wasn’t just one drink.

And obviously, ten minutes after they’d finished drink three, they were back in Louis’ cabin, removing each others’ clothes.

But it wasn’t Louis’ fault this time! He hadn’t been undignified or anything! He wasn’t trying to prove anything, he was just caught up in the moment – a historic moment in hockey!

Riley shoved him hard against the wall, a grunt barely escaping Louis’ lips before Riley’s mouth was on his. He smelled like whiskey and tasted like cinnamon, and although his lips were soft and puffy, the kiss was rough and commanding and made Louis embarrassingly weak in the knees. He shoved his hands under Riley’s shirt, feeling the cool skin, the hard muscle, before pushing it all the way up and over Riley’s head.

Riley broke the kiss long enough to help him, then flung it aside, returning his mouth to Louis’ as he tugged Louis’ shirt up too. Louis lifted away from the wall to help him, and then both shirts were gone and Riley was pressing in, his chest smooth and cool, his erection hot and hard as he slid his hand over Louis’ waistband and down, gripping him through his jeans.

“Are you gonna be an insufferable prick this time, or are you gonna let me have this?” he growled.

Louis groaned into his mouth, raking his hands all over his chest, up and down his laddered ribs, his back and shoulders. He was going to let him have it. Honestly, he’d probably let this guy have anything he asked for. He wanted to be thoroughly worked over by him and discarded like a used sock in the middle of the floor. Mr. Fleshlight, eat your heart out. Riley may have been small for a hockey player, but he was dense with muscle like a pit-bull or something, and Louis was having vivid fantasies of being impaled with his hands on a headboard while Riley climbed him from behind like a dog.

Riley’s fingers fumbled open the button on Louis’ fly, then yanked down the zipper, and then his hand was shoving into Louis’ briefs, cupping his balls, squeezing and palming them. Louis helped him by shoving his jeans down enough to release his cock, half hard and bouncing as it swelled. He reached for Riley’s belt, but Riley stepped back, eyes hooded and completely gone with lust as they fixed on Louis’ cock and he dropped to his knees.

“Oh – God – okay–” said Louis, and speared his fingers into the thick black hair as Riley took him in his mouth. Oh God, it was happening. The Calvin Klein ad was sucking his cock.

Riley gripped him by the ass with both hands, a little clumsy, but that was probably just the whiskey. Louis’ eyes fluttered closed as his head tipped back to the wall, and he clenched his fingers tighter in Riley’s forelock. Riley was really going for it: tonguing his slit and licking him all the way up and down like he hadn’t sucked cock in months. It was good. It was…surprisingly good, actually.

But it wasn’t “getting railed against the headboard and discarded on the floor like a sock” good, and that was what Louis wanted. He used Riley’s hair to push his head back. Riley’s mouth came off him with a wet pop and his eyes gleamed up at him in the dark – they hadn’t even turned on any lights.

He pressed his thumb into Riley’s bottom lip. “Do you wanna move this to the bed?”

A wicked look flashed through Riley’s eyes. He leaned forward and sucked Louis’ thumb into his mouth, keeping his eyes locked on his, then pulled off, said “No, I’m good,” and wrapped his mouth around Louis’ cock again.

Louis spluttered and tried to pull him off by the hair again, but Riley was persistent and, he had to face it, much stronger than him. Which was fucking hot and exactly what he wanted, but right now, it meant Louis had very little control over what was happening. Riley swallowed him all the way down, and Louis groaned in some confused combination of anger and need. This wasn’t what he wanted; he wanted to be fucked. He’d never been so furious and so turned on at the same time in his life.

“St – stop,” he moaned. “Come on – please–” And then a French word came out by mistake.

Riley pulled off and looked up, stupid fucking grin, lips wet and puffy. “Stop? Really?” He started to get up. “Sure, okay.”

“No!” Louis grabbed at him. “No, God, fuck you – espèce de gros con, fuck you, you – just – fine, just suck my fucking cock, you dick.” He guided Riley’s mouth back and definitely saw a glint in his eye as he sucked him down again.

Riley was trying to teach him a lesson now, apparently. Because Louis had been so sassy yesterday. Fine. He sank against the wall and shut his eyes, giving into it. It wasn’t the worst head he’d ever received, but it certainly wasn’t the best, and it definitely wasn’t getting climbed from behind like an animal. Louis didn’t normally let guys get the upper hand on him like this.

He was determined not to give Riley anything, so when he came, he managed to do it in total silence, locking eyes with Riley and glaring as he emptied into his mouth.

As soon as he finished, Riley got to his feet, unbuckling his belt with one hand and pushing Louis to his knees with the other, which normally Louis wouldn’t have allowed when he was ticked off, but fuck the sight of Riley standing over him shirtless with his dick in his hand was so hot. He stroked himself roughly until he groaned and came all over Louis’ chest, which was almost like being used as a sock, Louis supposed.

Riley shot out a hand to brace on the wall over Louis’ head, and they stayed like that, breathing hard, Riley with his eyes closed and head against his arm, Louis kneeling under him, sticky and furious.

Riley opened his eyes and looked down, grinning. “Gotcha back.”

“Oui, ha ha, very clever,” Louis growled.

Riley reached down and cupped his chin. “Aw, don’t be mad.”

Batting his hand aside with a noise of disgust, Louis got to his feet. Riley caught him by the wrist as he tried to step around him, and put him back against the wall, eyes meeting his. “You’re not actually mad, are you?”

“No,” Louis sighed, irritably, “it’s fine, I was just hoping for more.”

“Okay.” Riley’s eyes searched his a moment. “Sorry.”