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ever seen anything so beautiful as Daniel’s face while Micah fucked him. He was still for a few long delicious minutes, like he was afraid to breathe too hard and ruin the pleasure Micah was giving him. Micah, for his part, was breathing hard and already trying to keep from going too fast and making it end too soon.
“You like that?” Micah asked, sliding in and out of Daniel’s tight heat and relishing every inch of him, every spark of pleasure that lit up his spine.
“God, yeah,” Daniel moaned. He slitted his eyes and stared at Micah. “You can move, you know. I trust you, Micah. Do it how you like it, like you want.”
Micah shuddered and started moving faster. Daniel responded by moving beneath him, meeting Micah’s thrusts and pulling Micah’s cock in even deeper. When Micah started fucking him hard enough to make the bed rattle, Daniel reached for his cock and started stroking himself off with quick, tight strokes.
“Can’t wait to feel you come on my cock.” Micah was getting close and he wanted to make Daniel come, wanted that to make him come, so it was time to turn on the dirty talk he knew Daniel liked so much. “Gonna make me come, too. Bet sometime I could make you come just by fucking you, yeah? Think you could do that for me?”
“Think I—could come—just about any way, with you,” Daniel managed, eyes closing and mouth falling open as he neared his peak.
Even Micah couldn’t talk after that, because Daniel’s hand was moving faster and faster over himself and that made him tighten even more around Micah’s cock. Micah was watching when Daniel came, and he didn’t think he’d ever forget the sight of it as long as he lived; Daniel crying out and arching up, cock making a mess of his hand and Daniel’s stomach, and Micah in the process.
Micah couldn’t last after that. He fucked Daniel through his orgasm and his own peak neared. He was dimly aware of Daniel saying yeah, fuck, come on, wanna see you, stroking Micah’s back with a trembling hand—and then Micah came, too, half falling on Daniel and gasping his pleasure into Daniel’s shoulder. When he finally came down, he realized he still had Daniel bent in what was maybe an uncomfortable position so he moved, gently, and pulled out and away. He was sweat dampened and shaking a little, but the way Daniel looked—sprawled out and gasping, skin flushed and covered in come—yeah, it made him feel more than a little smug.
“Wow,” Daniel said, blinking up at him. “You’re really good at that.”
Micah gave a little half bow. “Thanks.”
“You, uh—I mean, you liked it, too, right?”
Micah grinned and reached out to pat Daniel on his cheek. “Yes, you were also good. It was wonderful.”
Daniel smiled, turned his head and kissed Micah’s palm. “You’re right,” he said, as Micah got up to get a warm towel to clean him up—Daniel looked way too relaxed to move, and Micah liked that. It was a good look on him. “I am gonna think about that on the road. At home. Probably on the ice, when I shouldn’t be.”
“You can blame me for all those missed shots,” Micah said. “And I’m glad.”
Mission accomplished.
Chapter Twenty-Three
In the end, it was volunteering at a Strikers game that decided things for Daniel. The teenagers were enthusiastic, sharp and skilled as hell, and they made Daniel remember what it was like to be that age. To have the blush of youth in his cheeks and hope in his heart that one day he’d be the next Gretzky or Yzerman or any of the endlessly talented players who’d come before him.
Being with the Rumbles brought him joy, but assisting with the Strikers gave him the sort of satisfaction he’d hoped to find when he joined the Thunder. Daniel had over eleven years as a pro hockey player under his belt, and he knew, watching these young players, he had something to offer here. He could guide and mentor, and really, at the end of the day, even more than actually being on the ice, that was what made him happiest. That was what he’d enjoyed most about being captain of the Venom. And it was a feeling he didn’t think he could replicate as part of the Thunder’s organization. Not anymore.
Jake Jenson had practically done a backflip when Daniel reached out to him about a coaching position with the youth league for next season. He’d have