Chapter 1: Introduction
Evan Keller leaned against the hotel room window, a bottle of imported lager in hand, and looked out over a sprawling vista of Montreal. The city was cloaked in the inky darkness of the night, and the brightly lit streets seemed like bearers of the heartbeat of the place. The view brought him a strange peace, one the 25-year-old sought ever since the end of the hockey game, which had been a brutal clash of talent and adrenaline.
The ice had become his refuge, his solace, and the Stanley Cup his ultimate prize. Now, the Cup was just a few months away, and the taste of victory was getting more palpable with each passing day.
Behind him, the sounds of the suite told him of Mats' presence.
It wasn'tjust the game that got him worried these days, but something much more personal. He took another swig of lager, as if he were drink ing the very essence of his fear and guilt. Mats had become an insatiable hunger, the itch he couldn't help but scratch, even as he questioned whether it was a dangerous obsession.
Mats Nilsson, 32 years-old and one of Sweden's best exports emerged from the bedroom, a tumbler of fine whiskey in hand.
His dark blue eyes bore into Evan, a hunger in them that ignited a spark within Evan's being. Mats had the kind of body that looked like it was carved by some immortal artist, muscles rippling and defined in ways that Evan hadn't seen often.
"Are you just going to stand there, looking at the city?" Mats asked, a playful smirk on his lips.
Evan turned toward him, letting the view of Montreal fade into the background. Mats set his drink down and crossed the room, bringing them face to face.
Evan could smell the mixture of expensive Scotch and Mats' cologne, a heady mix for his already jumbled senses. He swallowed hard, trying to wet his suddenly dry throat. He wanted this, wanted Mats, but fear held him back. Mats, however, seemed to have no such qualms.
"You're overthinking everything, Captain," Mats murmured, his breath warm against Evan's cheek. "Let yourself feel." He wrapped an arm around Evan's waist, pulling him close until their bodies were mere inches apart.
Evan's heart thundered in his chest like a hockey puck slamming against the boards. He knew what was coming next, the inevitable collision of their two bodies, and yet the anticipation was almost unbearable.
Mats leaned in, his lips crashing onto Evan's with a fierce passion that he had never experienced before. His tongue snaked into Evan's mouth, exploring and conquering every inch, while his free hand roamed up and down Evan's back, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.
Evan groaned, his hands instinctively finding their way to Mats' muscular chest, gripping and clawing at the material of his shirt, as if trying to tear it off.
Mats pulled back, panting, and took a moment to unbutton his dress shirt before tossing it carelessly to the side.
"Better?" He asked, a wicked glint in his eyes.
Evan could only nod, his eyes drawn to the sight of Mats' naked torso, glistening under the soft hotel lighting.
He reached out, running his fingers over the contours of Mats' abs, feeling the muscles tense and ripple under his fingertips.
Mats let out a low growl, gripping Evan's hips possessively. "I knew you wanted me," he whispered, before diving in for another searing kiss.
Their bodies collided, a tangle of heat and hunger, as they tore at each other's clothes, desperate for skin-on-skin contact.
Mats' lips made their way down Evan's jawline and to his neck, which was covered in a sheen of sweat, while his hands roamed down Evan's stomach and dipped beneath the waistband of his underwear.
Evan shuddered, moaning and gasping as Mats' fingers explored him in ways he'd only dreamed about. The feeling of Mats' hands on him was overwhelming and intoxicating, and he knew he wouldn't last much longer.
Mats pulled back, his eyes dark and fierce.
"Bedroom, now," he commanded.
When they reached the bed, Evan didn't hesitate to tear off the rest of his clothes, desperate to be free of any barriers between them. Mats did the same, and in mere seconds, they were both naked.
"Fuck, you're gorgeous," Mats muttered, taking in every inch of Evan's exposed skin. His eyes lingered on Evan's abs, which tensed at the attention, before moving up to his broad shoulders and strong arms.
Mats' gaze seared into him like a hot iron, making him squirm in anticipation. Mats grabbed Evan's hips and pushed him onto the bed.
Without breaking eye contact, Mats climbed on after him. His eyes glinted with a mixture of desire and possession. It was as if Mats wanted to lay claim to every part of him, and make it his own.
Evan felt his heart race, his breath hitching as Mats approached. He fell back onto the bed, letting out a breathy laugh as Mats straddled him, their bodies mere inches apart.
Mats leaned down, placing a hand on either side of Evan's head, effectively trapping him between the mattress and his own muscular frame. Their lips met in a searing kiss, tongues swirling and teeth clashing. The taste of whiskey was strong on Mats' breath, and Evan couldn't help but moan in pleasure.
Mats' hips began to move, grinding against Evan's erection, creating a delicious friction that had Evan seeing stars.
He let out a low moan, hips bucking to meet each thrust.
Their lips never broke their scorching kiss, teeth gnashing, and tongues entwining. Every movement of their mouths seemed to reverberate through their entire bodies, heightening each sensation.
Mats broke the kiss, trailing his lips down Evan's neck. Teeth sank into tender flesh, leaving marks that would last for days.
A moan slipped past Evan's lips as Mats shifted, tasting every inch of exposed skin - the curve of his collarbone, the hollow of his shoulder blade, the defined ridges of his abs.
Piece by piece, Mats worked his way down, until he knelt at the foot of the bed, eyes fixed on the erection that stood at attention. A bead of pre-cum glistened at Evan's 7" cock tip, and Mats licked his lips, a wicked glint in his eyes.
"I'm going to make you scream, Evan," Mats promised. He leaned forward, engulfing Evan's aching cock, allowing it to hit the back of his throat in one swift movement.
Evan cried out, hips bucking off the bed as pleasure surged through him. He grasped the sheets, knuckles turning white, as he tried to maintain some semblance of control. But with every swipe of Mats' tongue, every pull of his lips, he found himself losing the battle.
The play of Mats' mouth around his cock quickly became unbearable in the most delicious way, sparks dancing up his spine before exploding in his core. He felt the familiar tightening of his muscles, the tingling at the base of his spine.
"Mats, I'm gonna--" He gasped, trying to warn Mats, but the other man was relentless. Instead, Evan threaded his fingers through Mats' hair, gripping tightly as he thrust upwards.
Mats slid a hand under Evan's ass, encouraging the movement as he sucked and licked like a man possessed.
Evan couldn't hold back any longer. With one final thrust, he came hard in Mats' mouth, gasping and moaning as if he were on the brink of release. When the waves of pleasure subsided, he lay back on the bed, chest heaving as his breathing returned to normal.
Mats swallowed every last drop, his mouth curling into a satisfied smile before climbing up to join Evan on the bed.
Evan looked at him, gaze heavy with lust and desire. He reached out a hand to tug Mats closer, pulling him on top him and into a deep kiss. The taste of his own essence on Mats' lips only fueled his growing need.
Through the haze of pleasure, Evan felt the blunt length of Mats' cock against his own. He broke the kiss, breathing hard.
"I want you inside me," Evan confessed, his voice raspy with desire.
Mats smiled, his blue eyes piercing into Evan's. He got inbetween Evan's legs and pulled his hips up so Evan's hole was in a better position.
Mats spat on his fingers, and Evan felt him circle around his opening before sinking one finger inside him.
Evan moaned at the intrusion, his body tensing as Mats worked his finger inside, scissoring and stretching him. He reached down to stroke his cock, the sensation of pleasure intensifying as he felt Mats slip another finger into him.
"You like that, Captain?" Mats asked, a smirk on his face as he pulled out his fingers. He spit again, and then, Evan felt the head of Mats' cock against his puckered opening.
Mats pushed forward, entering Evan slowly, inch by inch. The slight burn only added to the intensity of the experience, and Evan cried out as Mats filled him completely.
"Goddamn, Evan, you're so fucking tight," Mats said through gritted teeth.
At that moment, he welcomed Mats without hesitation, without fear. And right now, all he wanted was to drown in the overwhelming sensation of Mats' uncircumcised thick cock inside him.
Mats started to thrust slowly, maintaining a steady and deliberate pace.
He groaned, his head falling back in pleasure as he established a rhythm.
Evan watched, mesmerized by the sight of Mats above him. Mats' muscles flexed and shifted with each thrust, sweat glistening on his body.
Mats reached down, grabbing Evan's thighs and pulling them up to change the angle. The new position allowed Mats to go deeper, and Evan felt his body opening up to accommodate him.
The excitement of the moment came rushing through him and Mats' thrusting became erratic, his breathing ragged, before the older man stilled, his cock pulsing as he shot his hot Swedish jam inside Evan.
They lay there, entwined and breathless, panting and sweating, their bodies still joined together in the most intimate of ways. The room was thick with the scent of sex, the air charged with a primal energy that permeated every corner of the luxurious hotel suite.
Evan lay beneath Mats, their bodies still connected in the most intimate way possible, the feeling of his lover's cock buried deep within him sending waves of pleasure crashing through his system.
Mats was the first to break the silence, his voice low and hoarse as he spoke. "You feel amazing, Evan. So fucking good."
Evan couldn't help but agree, his muscles clenching around Mats' cock as he responded. "You feel incredible too, Mats."
"I wish we could come out, be open with everyone about this," Mats said.
"You know I won't push you, Evan. I won't force you to do anything you're not ready for. But just know that I want the world to see us like this. Together. Connected."
Evan's heart swelled with love and pride for this man who laid bare his soul, who wanted him so fiercely. "I know, Mats," he whispered. "I know. And I'm sorry. I'm just not ready yet."
Mats nodded, understanding etched on his face. "I know, Captain.
I won't push you," Mats murmured, pressing a soft kiss to Evan's forehead. "But I hope one day, you'll feel ready to share this with the world."
Evan sighed, his breath warm against Mats' skin. He wasn't sure he'd ever be ready.
As the two men lay tangled together, their bodies slick with sweat and semen, they allowed themselves to drift off into a peaceful sleep, the rhythm of their breaths harmonizing in the stillness of the night.