Page 100 of The Tryout

Before I can say a word, his mouth is on me. His confidence is showing here, too, as his mouth sucks, taking me deeper than I remember from before his trip to Des Moines. I grab his hair, gently pulling him off me.

“You been practicing?”

His eyes are darker than I’ve ever seen them, pupils blown wide.

“Why? Worried I’ll be better than you?”

His words are playful, but something about them feels…off. Wrong. My mind flashes to an image of him with someone else, these lips on someone else, and it makes me wild.

I tug his hair again, less gentle this time, as I pull his face back to mine. This kiss isn’t gentle; it’s wild, both of us trying to merge with the other.

“Turn around.”

He looks a little confused, and I wonder if sixty-nine didn’t show up in his research. I pull his hips around, pushing down his sweats as I do. Soon, he gets the idea, placing himself over my head while repositioning his mouth at my dick.

“This is your chance, Finn. Fuck my throat like you wanted to that night.”

His dick twitches, but his hips remain elusively out of reach.

“What if I…what if I choke you? Or you’re uncomfortable?”

I rub his flank lightly, appreciating the thought.

“If I push on your hips, back off a bit. If I smack you right here, get off all the way, okay?”

He nods, seeming grateful for the guidelines, and lowers his hips. Even though he’s not as close as I’d like, he’s at least near enough for me to suck on the tip of his dick, licking at the precome that had gathered there.

He moans loudly, then dives back onto my dick, taking me in his mouth while his hands play with my balls. As he gets back into it, he stops overthinking, and his hips start to press down, his dick fully entering my mouth. I moan around him and, almost certainly without thinking, he gives a little thrust.

The feel of his dick hitting the back of my throat sends a thrill through me, shooting straight to my own dick. He must feel the leak of my dick, hear the sound of my moans. Hell, he can probably feel my moans. His hips start up a rhythm, shallowly fucking my mouth. Desperate for him to keep going, I bring my hands to his ass and squeeze.

That certainly does something for him, his dick leaking more and more as he speeds up the rhythm, daring to push just a little further. I lose myself in the sensations, the musky smell of him, the taste of him on my tongue, the soft warmth of his mouth on my dick.

Finally, he pushes just far enough, slipping into the back of my throat. I tighten my hands on his ass, knowing he’ll try to pull away. Breathing through my nose, I open my jaw, letting him slip in a little further.

“Fuck, fuck, Avery.”

He loses it, spilling down my throat. I swallow, letting him pull out a bit to spill the last of his cum on my tongue. When it stops coming, he falls to the side, careful not to crush me. I take deep breaths, enjoying the remaining flavor of him.

I expect to finish myself off, knowing how hard Finn drops out after he comes.

Instead, I feel his hands grasping at my hips, pulling me onto my side for a better angle. Task accomplished, he’s back on my dick, sucking like his life depends on it. After half a minute, he pulls off, but his mouth doesn’t stop working.

“Fuck, Avery, that was so hot. You took my dick so good. Wanna do that for you, wanna be so good for you.”

It turns out he doesn’t need to do anything close to deepthroating me. His words are all I need, and he’s barely back on my dick before I’m coming, filling his mouth. He swallows it down, humming as though it’s his favorite meal.

As I come back to myself, I feel a shuffling on the bed. He’s pulled off my jeans entirely, along with his own sweats. Rotating on the bed, he lays down next to me. Turning my head toward him, I give him a long kiss, savoring the taste of myself on his tongue. As we separate, his eyes are already dropping shut.

“Okay if I sleep here?”

Throwing my arm over him and pulling the comforter over us, I say the only words I can think of in that moment.

“Any time.”

Sure enough, it looks like an entirely different team is playing Duluth that night. While our Friday night game had ended in a 2-0 shutout, we’re already up 2-1 before the end of the first period, with both goals coming from Finn.

At intermission, I’m not sure if he realizes how close he is to a hat trick; I’m certainly not going to be the one to point it out. But with five minutes left in the second, he secures his third goal, and I’m just glad Novak and I are on the ice at the same time. I slam him into the glass, picking him up off his skates as I hug him. Novak comes up behind us, handing off the puck to Finn, much like he did for me earlier this season.