Save of the Game by Avon Gale

didn’t know what to think, and that made me worried I was a hypocrite or something. And then I just wanted to kiss you.” Now Ethan was staring at the ceiling. “So, how’s this compare to all those videos you were watching before I got home?”
    Riley gave a helpless laugh. “There was way less talking in the videos.” Riley moved more purposefully and moaned at how good it felt. “I don’t want to stop. But I will if you want me to.”
    “I know you would. I don’t want to stop. I just want you to make me take it.” Ethan exhaled slowly. “That wasn’t so bad. There.” He settled back looking pleased with himself. He skimmed his hands down Riley’s sides and settled on his hips. “Do that harder.”
    “Okay.” Riley’s eyes were half-closed, and the roar in his ears was so loud, it was almost as if he’d left his windows open and could hear the ocean. “I like how you feel when you move around a lot. And when you—” Riley hissed as Ethan bucked his hips up hard, pulling at Riley’s hips when he did it. “Do that.”
    “Hey—” Ethan’s protest was lost in a moan as Riley shifted so they were pressed up against each other. Riley’s cock rubbed up against Ethan’s. “Oh, holy fuck. God bless the Internet.”
    Riley put his face in Ethan’s neck and laughed. “Stop. I’m trying to be hot and look like I know what I’m doing.”
    “It’s working,” Ethan panted, and Riley watched him as they moved against each other, sparking like matches set to kindling.
    Ethan tried to pull against Riley’s grip, but Riley wouldn’t let him, and Ethan moaned loudly. “I think I’m gonna—”
    “Yeah,” Riley gasped, hips driving forward harder, even though the friction was starting to turn a little painful. “Me too.”
    “Should… maybe it would be easier without our pants on,” Ethan suggested as he twisted beneath Riley. “God. That’s so good, Riley.”
    There was no way Riley was going to be able to get his pants off, let alone Ethan’s. “Next time,” Riley said, and that was the last thing he could say in any coherent fashion. They both just went for it, hard and fast.
    Ethan was loud when he came, and he wouldn’t stop moving. He twisted and thrashed so much that it threw Riley off his rhythm. He growled in frustration, grabbed Ethan’s shoulders, shoved him down with a harsh “Stay still ,” and drove hard against Ethan twice more.
    He bit Ethan’s neck when he came, and he didn’t even realize it.
    Eventually Ethan stretched and said, “I can’t believe I just came in my jeans. Is that what happened in those videos you watched? They came in their pants at the end?”
    “I don’t know. I only watched the first ten minutes of one.”
    “Because the power went off?”
    “Because I did,” Riley answered brightly, and they both laughed.

Chapter Seven
     
     
    A FEW weeks later, they still hadn’t managed to get their pants off, but when it came to getting each other off, they were rock stars. Ethan wondered if they should maybe start making some videos of their own, if only to offset the cost of doing laundry so much more frequently than before.
    “This is fun,” Ethan said, still catching his breath. He admired how hot Riley looked with his mouth all red from kissing and his dark hair sticking up in spikes from where Ethan had been grabbing it. “I like it. I like you. Are we fucking shit up, do you think?”
    “I don’t think so? Well. Maybe just our clothes.” Riley started to sit up and grimaced. Ethan watched the muscles in his stomach tense and move as he did so, and without thinking, reached out to touch them.
    “I meant….” Ethan shook his head, trying to clear the jumble of his thoughts and pay attention to the warning bells that were going off like sirens in his head. Avoid serious discussions. Just talk about hockey. “Think we’ll go to the playoffs?”
    Riley peered at him. He seemed increasingly attuned to Ethan’s moods. Ethan didn’t know