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“Fuck, yeah, it’s alright,” he says, his voice husky. “Don’t stop. I’m close.”

“Me too,” I say as I feel my balls begin to draw up taut against me. In a few more strokes, I’ll be coming hard. I wonder which of us will get there first.

I start to go faster with my hand and his hips begin to rise off the bed as if he’s searching for more. I add a slight twist to my hand each time I pass over his head, collecting the precum which is coming out steady now.

“Oh fuck,” he stutters, his breath hitching.

I look back down at our dicks and catch the moment he comes. It happens in strong thick spurts. His cock pulses in my hand with each strip of come he splashes onto his belly. It’s the single hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life and the next thing I know, I’m tumbling over my edge with him. My come coats his hand, then drips down to land on him as well, pooling with his.

My heart is beating wildly in my chest and I’m having trouble focusing my eyes, taking in all that I am seeing.

He lets go of my dick when I finish coming. I grab his hand and lick it clean, swallowing the remnants of my release that didn’t land on him.

I’m ruined. That was the best sexual experience I’ve ever had. And in two days’ time, I’ll be back in St. Louis and he’ll be in Buffalo. With my eyes locked on his, all I can think is, what are we supposed to do now?

TWENTY

Ander

As I slowly wake the next morning, I am sure of two things. First, that was the best sexual experience of my entire life, and it was only a hand job. And second, the twin in twin-sized mattress doesn’t mean it’s big enough for two goalies. Truthfully, it isn’t big enough for one goalie.

That said, I wouldn’t trade this sleeping arrangement for anything.

Sure, our legs are tangled, my right arm is asleep because of the contorted angle I have it in, and we’re both sweaty due to lying on top of each other along with the fact I think my mom has the thermostat set to tropical. But it’s great. I don’t ever want to leave this bed.

“Get up, asshole!” Brandon says as he pounds on the door.

“I am not an asshole,” Nikolai says. I can feel his breath on my neck.

“Of course you’re not!” Brandon says. “But Ander is, and unfortunately for you, you are sharing a room with him. You should have told him to sleep in the basement. Or better yet, the garage!”

“Brandon!” our mother scolds. “It’s Christmas! Be nice to your brother and his friend.”

“Ander has no claim on Nikolai!” Brandon yells. “He was my goalie first!”

I turn to look at Nikolai behind me. “Do you hear that? You were his goalie first.”

“He is not wrong.” Nikolai has a sleepy smile on his face as he uses his arm to grip me tighter.

“Well, he’s my goalie now!” I yell out.

The shocked look on Nikolai’s face makes me burst out laughing. I don’t think he was expecting me to claim him.

“He is not!” Brandon tries to open the door.

My heart stops. And Shutzie runs towards it. He scratches at it with his paw while the knob jiggles.

“Why is the door locked?” Brandon asks, his voice quieter.

Nikolai laughs into my neck, muffling the sound. I’m grinning from ear to ear.

“To keep your nosy ass out,” Ryan says. There’s the sound of a crisp whack after that.

“Hey!” Brandon laughs. Ryan must have given him a playful spank.

“Come on, Baby,” Ryan says. “We have presents to open.”

I hear their footsteps as they walk away. When they’re gone, I turn in the bed to get a better look at Nikolai. The bed betrays me. I run out of space and the next thing I know, I land on the floor, wedged between the bed we were sharing and the air mattress. Shutzie is quick to come and meet me, licking my face.