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“Isn’t that what all the cool teens say?”

“Maybe fifteen years ago,” Jude scoffed, but his heart was beating wildly as they made the circuit of the rink, fingers linked and the mirror ball in the center of the ceiling reflecting colorful lights over them. It did feel like high school, or maybe junior high.

When Jude’s legs were so tired they were shaking, he suggested a break. “I want to get these skates off for a while,” he said, flopping onto the nearest bench and unlacing his. Hawk followed suit, and when they stood, he tugged Jude into a hall near the bathrooms. Momentarily confused, Jude thought he was going to show him something, so he was a little shocked when Hawk pulled him into a corner and a deep kiss.

Jude couldn’t help melting into Hawk’s arms and pretending for a moment that they were young and on a date. But when they pulled apart, he said, “We can’t stand here and make out. Some Karen will call us perverts and hit us over the head with her purse.”

“I don’t care. I want to enjoy my date with you,” Hawk said, and kissed him again, turning Jude’s already exhausted legs boneless.

When the door to the women’s room opened, they jumped apart like guilty kids.

“Come on,” Hawk said, winking at Jude. “I’ll buy you a slice of pizza.”

“After that huge meal your mother made?” Jude asked, following him.

“Some ice cream, then.” Hawk led him toward the concession stand where they got their cones and then joined Lizzy and Brandon at one of the red booths.

“You two looked so cute skating together,” Lizzy teased. “Alex, you’ve still got your moves.”

Jude laughed at Hawk’s blush. It was so weird hearing Hawk’s family call himAlex, but Jude kind of liked it. It was part of the real Hawk Sterling—something Jude had wanted to see for a long time.

“You’re good for my brother,” Lizzy told Jude, face serious. “He was crazy to have let you go before.”

“Don’t worry; I won’t let him get away again,” Hawk said, squeezing Jude’s hand that wasn’t holding his cone. To Jude, he said, “Your ice cream’s melting.” Tugging Jude’s wrist toward him, he ran his tongue around the sides of the cone. It looked damned sexy.

“Let’s skate a while more,” Brandon said to Lizzy, scooting out of the booth. Jude watched them clomp away in their skates.

“You made them uncomfortable with your lewd licking,” he accused Hawk.

“I was only saving you from having a puddle of melted ice cream in front of you.” He huffed. “It’s still melting.”

He licked Jude’s cone again, this time laving his tongue over Jude’s fingers wrapped around the cone.

“Hawk!” Jude laughed. “Oh my God, stop.” He turned away so Hawk couldn’t reach his ice cream.

“When we get home, I’m going to give your dick the same attention,” Hawk whispered in Jude’s ear, making him shiver.

“Not in your parents’ house,” Jude said, then shivered again when Hawk answered, “We’ll see,” before eating the last of his ice cream.

CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

Hawk

In Hawk’s old bedroom, the lights off and the two of them squeezed into the twin bed, Jude listened to the house settling around them. Downstairs, he heard a door close—Brandon and Lizzy preparing for bed. When the four of them had arrived back from the rink, John and Olivia had already gone to bed, leaving on the small light on the desk in the foyer.

They’d had a quick shower together, the water hopefully covering the sounds Jude had made as Hawk had tortured him with his tongue. Thankfully, Hawk had clamped his hand over Jude’s mouth when Jude had exploded, or he probably would have awakened Hawk’s parents down the hall. The hard bulge pressed into the center of Jude’s back reminded Jude that Hawk hadn’t gotten his own release. Reaching behind him, Jude wiggled his hand into Hawk’s sleep pants, finding the silky, hard smoothness of his cock and wrapping his fingers around it. Hawk gasped, pushing against Jude’s hand. Jude stroked Hawk, listening to the man slowly come apart. After a moment, Hawk tossed his leg over Jude’s waist, pressing closer.

“My arm is cramping,” Jude said after a few minutes. Pulling away, he pushed his pajama pants to his knees, whispering for Hawk to do the same. Then that smooth hardness slid into the crack of Jude’s ass and Hawk’s right hand flattened on Jude’s stomach, tugging him closer.

“God, you feel good,” Hawk rasped.

“Mmm.” Jude pushed out his ass, and Hawk moaned.

“Shh!” Jude warned, but wiggled his ass, loving the way Hawk lost it and started humping him like a dog in heat, his cock sliding between Jude’s ass cheeks as he cursed quietly, chasing his release.

Hawk’s left hand slithered underneath Jude to come around and clutch his chest. When Hawk began playing with Jude’s nipple, Jude arched his back, gasping. Hawk’s lips found Jude’s neck, nibbling and licking while his fat balls slapped against Jude’s ass. Reaching down, Jude tugged Hawk’s cock between his legs, closing his thighs tightly around it.

“Oh, God,” Hawk said on a shaky breath. “Holy Jesus and Mother Mary.” The bed began to creak, and Jude squeezed his eyes closed in embarrassment, hoping Hawk’s parents wouldn’t wake up, moving along with Hawk, the head of Hawk’s erection hitting his balls with every thrust. Hawk’s breathing became erratic and his movements jerky just before warm cum spilled over Jude’s hand and thighs. “Holy fucking shit,” Hawk said through gritted teeth, body shaking against Jude’s back as both his hands came up to squeeze Jude’s nipples painfully. Jude’s cock gave a half-hearted twitch in reaction, too spent from the orgasm in the shower to rise to the occasion.