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The boys get tested in many ways just before Spring Break
Josh slammed his Quantitative Analysis book shut and threw it across the living room towards the fireplace hearth. "Gawd, how I hate that fucking class!" he yelled at the ceiling of the empty room.
He knew in his heart, that it wasn't just the studying for the early mid-term in the course he despised the most, was what was truly bothering him. The trip he had made to the mall that afternoon, ended up going so bad. Getting stuff ready for the cruise, coupled with papers that were due and his normal work schedule, was stressing him also. The fact that it was nearly 8PM, and Kyle still wasn't back from cashing in his 'join the Ice Pilots at practice' gift he had given him on Valentine's Day more than two weeks earlier, wasn't helping either...especially since he had met up with the team at 2:00, and the only text Josh had received since was just before 6:00. 'Gonna grab a beer with a couple of the guys. Eat something if you get hungry. See you later,' was all it said. Plus, his mind was beginning to repeat to him; yet again; what happened after he entered the bathroom secluded down a long hallway at the far north end of the mall. His train of thought was suddenly derailed by the hard slam of the truck door from outside.
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Kyle had so many mixed emotions going through his head when he pulled into the drive at the house. The elation of the nearly two hours on the ice; playing his favorite sport with semi pros, and then getting the chance to relax with some of them at McGuire's Pub for a beer afterwards; was fighting with what had happened in the locker room after the practice, and again just before he hastily and rudely excused himself at the Irish eatery's bar only minutes ago. He shook his head after parking in front of the garage, as if that would make the thoughts magically go away. When it didn't, he jumped down from the tall truck and let his anger push the door shut hard enough to almost make the big Hummer shake. By the time he was storming through the entry foyer, his tangled thoughts had him on a mission.
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Josh smiled at having Kyle there to unhinge his own disconcerting thoughts, and he jumped up quickly. "Hey, babe. I am so glad you are home." He wrapped his arms around his boyfriend and hugged him tight as he added, "Hope you had fun."
Kyle's mind was racing as he mumbled, "Yeah I did." The sudden, deep amorous kiss and lusty groin grind he gave his lover was the only way he knew to cope with the way he was feeling. When Josh started to melt in his arms and returned the hip hump back with some tongue to his teeth and gums, Kyle picked him up and carried him to the bedroom. "Don't say anything right now," he half ordered and half begged, as he dropped him sideways on the California king, and pulled the neon blue basketball shorts from Josh's waist. Kyle began stripping off his own clothes while he knelt between the legs dangling over the bed edge and mouthed Josh until his cock was fully erect on his tongue.
Josh couldn't remember when he had ever seen Kyle being this aggressive, but it was turning him on. His lover's lips on his bone and then the short, expert tonguing he gave his twitching college boy twat, had him completely ready, willing, and able so quickly, it wasn't funny. He started to add, "Fuck me good babe and do it now," to the moan that escaped from his throat.
The words were cut off as Kyle stood up and covered his lips with one finger, shook his head 'No,' and pinned his erection to Josh's rosebud. He stayed silent except for the occasional sigh or happy whimper as Kyle rubbed the juice leaking from his mushroom on his hole, and stole some from Josh's oozing slit to slick up his engorged tool. The way Kyle punctured his ring with little additional foreplay was unusual. The way his ankles were suddenly yanked up and planted on his shoulders and the guttural growl from Kyle was a cross of highly erotic and bad-porn-movie hilarious. The way he began to rock his hips back and forth standing next to the bed taking his ass as Josh felt all but the last inch of hard flesh shove in further, was almost raunchy. But any worry...or want...of him intensifying the rough bed play went out the window when his body was covered with Kyle's torso and his lips were being licked as slowly as the now changed pace of his gentle thrusts.
"I so do love you and only you," was whispered to his man as Kyle backed down from near rape to wanting to make long, patient love. The only problem was, his balls were already so deeply invested; and Josh was squirming back into him so hard; that both of them returned to the rapid and fervent, raw fucking their bodies were demanding. Kyle stood back up, grabbed Josh's ankles, and spread his legs high and wide. He began taking long, full humps and Josh began fisting his own cock while staring into Kyle's blazing eyes.
'Damn! They are almost a dark brown I've never seen before,' was the thought Josh had when he drilled his bedroom blues into Kyle's normally hazel and gold flecked eyes. He shuffled any other distracting thoughts aside when he felt his lover pop his hot button and allowed his own nearly fulfilled lust slam his rump back hard enough to make Kyle moan. He began to work himself even faster as Kyle's pace picked up again and was spanking Josh's ass with his nut sac. Josh almost didn't hear what Kyle said as they both came at the same time, but the words, 'I'm sorry, forgive me,' were still in his ears when he felt the tears on his cheek from his boyfriend after he collapsed on top of him. Josh held him tight and didn't move or say anything until he felt him go fully soft inside him.
Kyle finally pulled out of Josh and crawled over him to stretch out on the bed. He took Josh's hand in his, and silently invited him to join him in an afterglow cuddle.
Josh moved up beside Kyle and tasted the tear salt when he kissed his cheek before reclining with him. "OK, I know something's wrong. What happened, Kylio?" was the way he told him to let it out. His hand went to Kyle's chest and covered his heart as if to say, 'This is all that matters, babe.' He slipped his leg in between Kyle's and snuggled up a little tighter just to put a period at the end of the unspoken, 'You know you can tell me anything, and nothing changes,' look on his face.
Kyle felt his eyes moisten again when he looked into Josh's as they cuddled. Part of him was convinced he was so unworthy of the love he was being shown at that moment; and another part wanted to spill things to Josh as if it was Saturday night and he was sitting in a confessional. He wasn't even sure what it was he needed to confess...if anything at all.
"Please say something, Kyle. You are scaring me," was the prompt that Josh next gave. He eased his fingers into the dark brown locks on Kyle's head and lightly rubbed his scalp as he added, "I love you. No matter what."
Kyle finally inhaled and began with, "Well my sweet Joshua..." He paused and stroked the side of his lover's cheek before going on with, "...I not only got propositioned; but I honestly thought about it when it was offered to me." When he felt Josh tense in his arms, the next words came rapid fire like a machine gun. "I didn't do anything though. Well not really. But. Dammit. That sounds bad. Not really isn't what I meant. Josh! I was really tempted, but...ah fuck I am not even sure what to say. I feel like such an asshole right now."
Kyle tried to pull away after the mish-meshed comments but Josh only held tighter to him. "Take a breath lover and tell me slowly what happened. It's okay." He tried to inject some levity with, "Unless you took on the whole team in the shower, I will still suck your pretty dick for you, babe."
Kyle actually was able to snicker at that one, but his facial expression went back to serious quickly. "Joshie..." he began with as he hugged him, "...it's funny you said that, because it did start in the shower." He was smiling just enough to let Josh know he was ready to open up. He mirrored the smile he saw, back to Josh and continued. He skipped over all the details of how much fun he had practicing with the team other than to state the obvious, and instead drew a visual picture for Josh of him and eight naked hockey players in a steamy shower afterwards. He actually blushed when he told him about how built and defined they all were. Kyle had to divert his eyes when he spurted out, "And gawd, is their goalie hung."
Josh only grinned and said, "Okay. So you were reading the dessert menu. So what? You didn't order anything for take-out did you?"
Kyle grinned back and was feeling a little better, but still had the bomb to drop. Inhaling deep, he continued with, "Umm...no. I did half bone checking them out and shouldn't have been thinking some of the things I did, with you to come home to. But what happened at McGuire's afterwards had me having to decide if I wanted to do more than read the damn menu." The once-again serious look was back. He quickly went on. "Four of the guys and I went for a beer and some appetizers, and an hour later it was just me and Dillon...the goalie...yakking it up. He is two years older than me and grew up in Toronto, and said he remembered hearing my name when I played in high school. Pretty soon, it was just the two of us left at the table. We kept talking about north New York and Canadian high school teams, and places we both knew in Buffalo, and shit like that." Kyle stopped for a moment. "And then I felt his leg pressed up against mine under the table and it kept moving just enough that it wasn't a muscle spasm."
