Save of the Game by Avon Gale Page B

Eww.
    “You got hot showers, though, is what you’re saying.”
    “Yeah.” Riley didn’t say anything else, and Ethan didn’t push. He knew there was something weird about Riley’s family. There had to be. Normal people did not live in Wyoming.
    Riley took a step closer and reached out to touch the tattoos on Ethan’s arms. “Your sister did all of these? They’re cool.”
    “Yeah. She’s really good. She was always drawing on everything when we were kids.” Ethan took a slight breath, not moving as Riley touched him. It felt good. “You ever think about getting one?”
    Riley nodded. “Yeah. I keep trying to think of something meaningful.” He touched the shamrock with the number three in it—the tattoo right above Ethan’s heart. “That’s your number. Isn’t it?”
    Ethan nodded. “Yeah. We all have that tattoo, actually. Me, my mom, and my sisters.”
    Riley tilted his head. His fingers traced the ink lines, making Ethan shiver despite how hot the water was. “They got the tattoo because it’s your number?”
    “Kinda. It’s my number because of them. You know.” Ethan felt kind of stupid. “Family and all that shit.”
    “But there are four of you,” Riley said, as if maybe Ethan couldn’t count.
    “Well, yeah. But it’s like…. Fuck, man,” Ethan laughed, blushing a little. “Three people in my heart. That kind of thing. My sisters and my mom, their tattoo is on their back. They’ve got my back, and ha-ha, they’ve also got my number,” Ethan said with a fond laugh. “It’s weird to talk about my family in the shower with you, Hunter.”
    Riley gave a small smile. “Right. I’m only stalling a little.” His fingers moved down Ethan’s chest, slowly inching their way lower. Ethan’s breathing stuttered as he hardened in anticipation.
    “Just do it,” he muttered, looking down at Riley’s hand on his stomach.
    “You’re so impatient.” Riley brushed his fingers over Ethan’s lower abdominals. Ethan could see Riley was hardening too. It was so weird, it almost made Ethan want to start giggling. Until Riley said, “Touch me.”
    Ethan drew his fingers down Riley’s chest, still distracted by Riley’s hands on him. “You know you’re being a cocktease right now. Right?”
    Riley snorted. “If I double-dog dared you to go first, would that work?”
    “What? No,” Ethan huffed, and at Riley’s stare, his chin went up a notch. “Yes. Fine. It would.”
    “This was your idea,” Riley reminded him.
    “Right. That means you go first. Man up and touch my dick, Hunter.” Ethan tried to be his usual cocky self, but the only cocky thing about him was the squawking sound he made when Riley finally touched him.
    “Your turn,” Riley said, as if Ethan hadn’t just made a sound like a demented rooster.
    “Now you gotta double-dog dare me.” Ethan watched Riley’s hand move over him, and he had to reach out and brace himself against the shower tile because it made him dizzy. And he wasn’t breathing. That would probably help… if he started doing that.
    “Why? Are you scared?”
    That got a breathless laugh from Ethan. “No. Shut up.” Ethan slid his hand lower, because that worked. Touching Riley’s cock was strange at first, but when Riley moaned, it was all worth it.
    At some point they started kissing and trying to jack each other off. Which was not as easy as those porn videos of Riley’s made it seem either.
    “This is like doing it backward,” Riley muttered, a small frown of concentration on his face. “And I never realized you were left-handed. Probably because I hardly ever see you shoot the puck.”
    “Hey.” Ethan turned and tried to hit Riley with his shoulder. “No chirping during sex. Do you want me to get mad?”
    “Mmm. Maybe.” Riley grinned and then moved in closer and started kissing him.
    Ethan made a noise of protest when Riley took his hand off Ethan’s cock, but then Riley wrapped Ethan’s own hand around it and said, “Show me