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Arber steps out of the bathroom, one towel wrapped loosely around his waist and the other hanging around his neck. He feels the droplets from his still wet hair run down his skin, soaking into the soft material of the towel.
His eyes land on Juraj on his bed, head resting against the headboard. He’s got his phone in hand and he’s smiling as he types. The light from the screen is illuminating his face, his features casting weird shadows across his skin.
“Whatcha smiling about?” he asks, making sure his tone is casual. Not that he thinks Juraj would find his question invasive in the first place; he has simply grown more aware about what he says and how he talks to him.
Juraj glances up at him for a split second, politely acknowledging his presence - his manners will never not impress Arber, no matter how much time passes - and goes back to typing.
“Filip. He just got four points,” he says and loads up a video of his friend’s goal.
Arber comes towards the bed and leans over to watch the replay.
“He looks pretty solid,” Arber says, sincerely.
Arber likes Filip. From the relatively short time they have spent together, they’ve grown pretty close. He also noticed just how tightly-knit the friendship between Juraj and Filip is.
Arber isn’t jealous. Not when he realises just how loved Juraj is by pretty much everyone who knows him. But he cannot ignore the tugging in his chest as he leaves Juraj to his own devices and goes back into the bathroom to finish up his evening routine.
When he comes back out, now finally in his pajamas (which are essentially just boxers and an old T-shirt that Juraj didn’t manage to snatch from his suitcase), the hotel room light is dimmed.
He sees Juraj lying on his bed, arms and legs spread with no blanket, seemingly fast asleep. He cannot help but smile. His sleep T-shirt is rolled up and showing off his stomach, his large hand flat on top of his bellybutton.
They have an evening game tomorrow and plenty of time to nap during the day so he only considers his options for a few seconds before climbing into Juraj’s bed.
It’s a king size, so it fits two hockey players just fine. He lies down next to Juraj and stares at him.
Not even a minute goes by when one of Juraj’s eyes crack open.
“What’s up,” he says, his voice not bearing the usual sleepy raspiness.
Arber smiles.
“I have a question,” he says and Juraj opens both of his eyes now, turning his head towards him. Having Juraj’s full attention at all times still freaks Arber out sometimes.
“Yeah?”
“You and Filip seem pretty close,” Arber says and immediately cringes at how stupid it sounds.
Juraj snorts. “Not a question.”
Arber rolls his eyes, feeling his face heat up.
“I know dude, but you know what I mean.”
Juraj shifts a little bit and turns to lie on his side, facing Arber.
“We grew up together. We’re like brothers,” Juraj says and Arber feels his warm breath graze his cheek. Their closeness makes his stomach do a little flip.
“So you never,” Arber thinks for a moment. He doesn’t really know how to put this. “You never did what we do? The two of us.”
He can see Juraj frown in confusion even in the dim light of the room.
“Play hockey? We played juniors.”
Arber blinks and then huffs out a quiet laugh.
“You really are a knucklehead.”
Before Juraj is able to react, Arber climbs on top of him. A quiet woah leaves Juraj’s lips as Arber wedges himself between his legs. Juraj’s massive thighs rest against Arber’s sides.
“What’s happening?“ Juraj asks, breathless.
Arber smirks, glancing at the rolled up hem of Juraj’s T-shirt, the trail of sparse hairs disappearing in his boxer briefs.
He looks back at Juraj, his brown eyes almost sparkling in the darkness of the room.
“I’m gonna suck your cock,” he says simply.
Juraj swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. The surprise in his expression quickly shifts into arousal as Arber hooks his fingers in the waistband of his boxers and with Juraj lifting his hips up, pulls them down easily. His half-hard dick appears right in front of him then, and Arber feels his mouth water.
He’s never been a fan of giving blowjobs - he’s good at it, but always preferred to be on the receiving end. Until now.
There’s something about how Juraj’s dick fills his mouth, the heaviness of it on his tongue, the way he can’t physically fit it all the way - it’s thrilling, makes the fine hairs on his nape stand up at the mere thought of it.
He licks a long stripe up its length and teases the slit with the tip of his tongue before he takes it in hand (he cannot help but marvel at the thickness of it, how his big hands can barely envelop it completely) and points it upward.
He waits a moment and when he feels Juraj’s fingers card through his still damp hair, he lets himself be pushed towards his dick. He wraps his lips around the head and slides his head down to the sound of Juraj’s quiet moan. It vibrates through his body and Juraj caresses his scalp as his lips touch his hand placed at the base.
He catches himself wishing he could take more of it, that he could fit the whole thing in his mouth without gagging or choking and he feels his dick twitch in his boxers. Juraj’s not even fully hard yet and his lips are already stretched to the max, there’s no way he’s able to handle more.
But he perseveres and hollows his cheeks, pressing his tongue to the underside of Juraj’s cock as he begins moving up and down.
He keeps going, quickly establishing an easy rhythm and with each movement, each slide of his tongue across the tender skin, Juraj gets louder and louder. He’s moaning like a man possessed, muttering words Arber doesn’t understand - they’re probably in Slovak and Arber only knows a few phrases as of yet - squirming under him, his skin already overheated as his thighs press into Arber’s shoulders.
It’s then that Arber notices it; the smell. He’s definitely caught it before - when Juraj would be freshly out of the shower post-game, in an Uber or bus on their way to a game, at a restaurant while pressed against each other in a bunk - a faint smell that Arber could never place. It’s almost a mixture of fresh sweat and the light and powdery smell of musk that he’s never smelled before.
And although it’s unknown to him why, he feels drawn to it; he wants to reach out and grab it, hold it close and never let go.
So he speeds up his movements, grabbing onto Juraj’s hip to keep him in place as he continues working his mouth up and down his dick, his hand on the base following the slide of his lips in circular motions.
He gets more sounds out of Juraj that way and his grip in Arber’s hair tightens. He keeps talking, words Arber doesn’t understand, but they sound encouraging and he cannot deny how excited they make him.
He lets go of Juraj’s hip and shoves his hand into his boxers. He moans around Juraj’s cock as he grasps his own and begins jerking off in rapid movements.
“Arber, Arber,” he hears above him, Juraj’s voice broken around each vowel as his hips begin to twitch upward, fucking into Arber’s mouth.
Arber squeezes his eyes shut, the corners of his mouth burning as he takes Juraj deeper with each thrust. His throat is toast at this point - there’s no way he’s stopping now.
He feels the familiar tug in the muscles of his abdomen and he takes Juraj’s dick out of his mouth. He groans and rests his forehead at the base of Juraj’s cock, taking a deep breath. Juraj’s smell envelops his senses and he comes with a loud groan.
It’s only Juraj’s quiet whine that takes him back to reality, his fingers brushing through his hair.
“Arber,” he says quietly and Arber finally looks up at him. He looks completely wrecked , the blush spreading from his cheekbones all the way to his neck and chest, the red disappearing under the collar of his T-shirt.
“ Prosím, ” he says and that’s a word Arber actually recognises; it almost feels like a prayer, the desperation with which he utters it. He snaps into focus again but his lips sting now and he doesn’t think he can take his dick again.
He lets himself be dragged to hover over Juraj and he kisses him, a mess of teeth and tongue. Juraj’s inexperience always comes out during these moments - he has the drive, the stamina, the enthusiasm, but lacks all the necessary knowledge so the execution always comes off a little chaotic.
He smiles unconsciously as he begins jerking Juraj off. Just like with hockey , he thinks.
Juraj holds onto him, wrapping his legs around his torso, his heels digging into the small of his back.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” Juraj whimpers and Arber squeezes his dick harder. Juraj twitches against him and throws his head back, coming with a shout.
Arber works him through it, checking for every last drop that unfortunately got both of their T-shirt’s dirty before he finally lets go.
They stay like that for a few moments, breathing against each other. When Arber feels Juraj’s body relax again, he straightens up.
Before either of them are able to say anything, there’s a loud thud that sounds like it’s coming from the wall behind the bed. They glance at each other.
Juraj is the one who breaks first and bursts into quiet giggles. Arber joins him soon after and drops his forehead on Juraj’s chest, laughing.
Arber smacks himself in his head; he completely forgot the walls in hotel rooms are paper thin and that whoever was unlucky enough to room next to them probably heard way too much. Arber almost feels bad.
“Poor Cole,” Juraj says through his giggles and Arber looks up at him.
“Cole and Nick are next to us?”
Juraj nods. “Yeah, they always have room next to us.”
Well, scratch that , he thinks as he straightens up again. It’s not like those two freaks are any less noisy.
Arber looks down at Juraj to assess the damage - ‘mess’ doesn’t even begin to cover whatever happened with their pajamas.
“Shower?” Arber asks and Juraj nods, already lifting himself up on his elbows. He looks down at his stomach and crooks his nose in disgust.
“Yeah,” he says and looks back at Arber. He smiles, one corner of his mouth lifting. “Want to join me?”
Arber smirks and grabs Juraj’s chin. He plants a quick, loud kiss on his lips.
“Buy me dinner first,” he whispers and just barely manages to pull away before Juraj tackles him. They start laughing again, but Arber immediately shushes them before Nick decides he’s had enough and storms into their room to scold them about interrupting their spooning session or whatever.
“Go shower, you got jizz all over yourself,” Arber tells Juraj, who shrugs and pulls his dirty T-shirt off and wipes himself. He climbs out of bed and struts naked into the bathroom like he has all the time in the world.
Arber watches him with a smile and when the doors close behind him, he shakes his head. He takes out clean pajamas out of his suitcase and follows Juraj into the bathroom.
***
Scoring your first goal in a game you end up losing is never fun. It almost feels wrong to feel the joy of the moment, to smile and laugh when your teammates line up to the tunnel to get off the ice. It’s bittersweet to have a bunch of cameras in the dressing room taking pictures of you holding your celebratory puck as everyone around you just wants to get changed in silence and go home.
Arber is almost set on turning into a hermit and hide under the covers in his bedroom, but once the cameras finally leave the dressing room, he turns around to see Juraj sitting in his stall. He’s got his team tracksuit on, a small smile playing on his lips.
He feels a familiar thrill run up his spine as he approaches him.
“How was the media room?” Arber asks, tapping Juraj’s knee so he scoots a little bit. Arber sits down next to him, their sides and thighs touching.
Juraj shrugs. “Too classy for me, I think. I wish I was playing.”
Arber understands that. With a guy like Juraj, the hunger to be on the ice never really leaves. Especially when your team ends up losing. You sort of wish, then, that you were there, and that, maybe, you could have made a difference.
He nudges Juraj’s shoulder gently.
“How are you holding up?”
Juraj stretches his wrist.
“It doesn’t hurt. But doctor said I should wait for evaluation.”
Arber nods. It’s Juraj’s turn to nudge him - his thigh rubs against Arber’s.
“You want to hang out tonight?” Juraj asks, his tone so easy and casual Arber almost laughs.
They both know what that means and Arber wonders whether Juraj even realises how addicted he’s become to their ‘hangouts’. That Arber cannot fall asleep without blowing off steam, no matter how tired he is.
It’s easier on the road, when they share a room, but Arber honestly doesn’t care whether Jordan suspects anything when he keeps bringing Juraj over to their place.
All he knows is that whatever is happening between him and Juraj, it works. It’s easy, comfortable. And Arber himself knows how unpredictable life is, so it’s best they make use of each moment as if it was the last.
So that’s why he smiles and nudges Juraj back.
“Sure. Jordy’s gonna drive us to our place.”
Juraj’s eyes drop to Arber’s lips for a split second before he looks back up again. He smiles and almost becomes shy, a small blush in the corners of his eyes.
Arber glances around the room and when he sees that no one is looking their way, he grabs Juraj’s thigh and leans into his space.
“Want you to do me tonight,” he whispers and smirks as he sees a deep blush spread across Juraj’s face. He opens and closes his mouth around nothing, looking a little bit like a fish. Arber gets the sudden urge to kiss him, so he decides it’s time to get changed and go to his place.
He collects his things and changes back into his suit, all the while trying to usher Jordan who keeps getting caught in conversation. When they finally make it out of the dressing room, Arber finds Juraj shifting on his feet by the back exit.
Jordan turns out to be completely out of it so Arber offers to drive and glares at Juraj until he realises he wants him to sit in the passenger seat.
Their apartment isn’t far from the arena and Juraj promptly sends a text into his billet family group that he will stay over at “X’s and Jordy’s”.
Arber snorts when he sees the text.
“Since when are you calling me X ?”
Juraj grins at him.
“Do you like ‘Wifi’ more?”
Arber can’t fight the urge to roll his eyes.
“Yeah, you know what, ‘X’ is good.”
Juraj snickers and locks his phone.
“I like ‘The Sheriff’, too,” he says and Arber smiles, trying to focus on driving. He’s been feeling restless since the game ended, with a nagging slow rise of arousal under his skin. From the adrenaline, from seeing Juraj after the game, from -.
He shifts in his seat and bites the inside of his cheek to stifle a moan. Yeah, they will probably skip watching TV with Jordy tonight.
“Who’s a sheriff without a cowboy,” Arber says and glances at Juraj. He slows down and leans in closer.
“Yeehaw!”
Juraj shoves him playfully and they burst into quiet giggles.
It’s past eleven when they arrive at Arber’s place and they make their way through the silent building to their apartment. Their bags are dropped in the hallway, left to be dealt with in the morning and just as Arber feared, Jordy seems to have got some energy back.
Arber and Juraj exchange a quick look and before Jordy is able to ask for a partner for a couple rounds of Chel, Arber grabs Juraj’s wrist and pulls him towards his bedroom.
“Sorry, dude, we’re just gonna crash. See you in the morning,” and with that, they disappear from the shared living room.
Their apartment is sort of two smaller apartments put together into a big one, so Arber has his own bathroom and even a small kitchenette where he rarely cooks but which has proven to be a great storage space.
He leads Juraj to his room where he’s stayed almost every night since they moved in (even though Juraj assured him they could hang out at his billet family’s house, but Arber keeps vehemently declining his offer knowing one of the four little kids he lives with could walk in any second. “Jordy can walk in, too,” Juraj tried to reason with him once, but Arber was unmovable like a rock. “No, he can’t because he knows I would kill him.”).
Arber closes the door behind them easily and locks the door. Juraj is on him in seconds. He pushes him gently against the door, their lips meeting in a sloppy, messy kiss. Arber melts into it right away, pulling Juraj’s body flush against his.
Juraj’s hands find the curve of his ass and he squeezes the soft muscle, dragging his hips against his.
Arber feels something shift inside him and he moans, his dick twitching in his dress pants. He pulls away from the kiss and grabs Juraj’s forearms.
Juraj gives him a confused look as Arber unbuttons his pants and guides Juraj’s hands down into his underwear. His cold fingers against overheated skin send chills across Arber’s body.
He feels his face heat up as he watches Juraj’s expression change. He pushes Juraj’s hands lower, his fingers slipping between his cheeks.
He gasps.
Juraj’s eyes go wide.
“Arber, what -.”
“I told you I want you to do me,” Arber says, surprised at how breathless he sounds. Juraj keeps staring at him, his fingers wedged between his ass cheeks, pressing into the soft base of a plug.
One of the things they realised fairly quickly into whatever it is they have going on was that Arber really enjoys taking Juraj’s dick. The realisation was unexpected - mostly for Arber - and that resulted in many embarrassing and frankly rather messy situations. The key of the problem seemed to always be that Juraj was just too well-endowed.
“Your junk is too big, dude,” Arber said one night after they ended up jerking each other off again instead of fucking.
Juraj reached out and started playing with Arber’s hair, seemingly lost in thought.
“You can try fucking me,” he offered easily and Arber immediately shook his head.
He turned to face him and gave him a reassuring smile.
“I think I just need a better mindset about this.”
Juraj frowned in confusion. “What does that mean?”
Arber leaned in and gave him a small peck on the lips.
“I can’t treat it like hockey.”
Arber is sure that Juraj didn’t really understand what he meant at the time, but looking at him now, his eyes dark and his lips parted, he thinks he may actually get it tonight. In more ways than one.
“You,” Juraj says, finally processing what Arber told him. “You had this all day?”
Arber feels a wave of arousal wash over him as a memory of that morning, just before the morning skate, when he emptied half a bottle of lube to fit the plug inside him flashes in his mind.
For the first few hours, he thought he was going to die - he’s never experienced being on the verge of coming for so long, even though there was barely any friction to actually do something.
But after he managed to take his pre-game nap without even acknowledging the foreign object, he was sure he could handle a full game just fine.
And now, when Juraj was mere inches from grabbing the flared end of the plug and pulling it out, he has become fully aware of its presence.
He smiles smugly.
“Yeah. All day,” he says and marvels at how Juraj’s jaw tightens, his fingertips burying into the soft meat of his ass.
“It should be easier now,” Arber continues, heat rising in his chest. “For you to fuck me.“
Before he’s able to register what’s happening, Juraj leans down and kisses him, knocking his teeth into his. He lets out a moan and grinds against Juraj, feeling his erection pressing into his thigh.
“What I - how -,” Juraj stutters, clearly struggling to form sentences in English and Arber almost wants to laugh. Juraj kisses his neck, his fingers still pressing against the end of the plug.
“I think taking it out in bed is the best option,” Arber suggests and Juraj nods, scrambling to get his bearings.
They separate from each other enough to maneuver their way to the bed, taking their clothes off as they do so. Arber sits down on the bed, the plug shifting inside him and he must make an especially obscene expression because he’s immediately tackled by Juraj.
Arber does end up laughing as Juraj kneels between his legs, his hands on Arber’s thighs. He lifts himself up on his elbows and looks into Juraj’s eyes as he slowly spreads his thighs apart.
Juraj licks his lips, his eyes filled with the hunger of a starving man who’s finally been presented with a plate of food. Or, alternatively, an eighteen-year-old who’s about to have sex for the first time.
Either of those works.
Arber motions to the side.
“Bedside table. Lube. Condoms,” he says and watches as Juraj nods enthusiastically and gets up to fetch them. Arber cannot hide the amused smile as Juraj almost trips over his own legs coming back to the bed.
Arber moves up the bed and puts a pillow behind his head. Juraj drops the lube and condoms next to him on the bed and climbs back, his hands finding their place on Arber’s thighs.
“You’re gonna have to be careful here,” Arber says, trying to stay as level-headed as he can.
“Use lube,” he continues and takes the small bottle, placing it in Juraj’s waiting palm. “A lot of it.”
Juraj nods again and his eyes move down Arber’s body until they settle between his legs. As he uncaps the lube, Arber cannot help but notice the lack of hesitation in his movements, his hands steady as he pours a generous amount of lube into his palm.
He tries to force his body to relax, but when Juraj touches his rim, he flinches. Juraj glances up at him, a worried expression adorning his face. Arber wants to punch himself.
“Are you okay?” he asks and Arber nods, exhaling.
“Yeah, I am. It’s just - it’s kind of unnerving when you can’t see what’s going on,” he knows that what he’s saying doesn’t make any sense, but it still gets a smile out of Juraj.
“I can get you a mirror,” he suggests and Arber barks out a laugh.
Juraj leans down and plants a small kiss on his thigh, right on top of his tattoo. He reaches for his cock and takes it firmly in hand.
Arber exhales and as Juraj rubs his thumb over the crown, he arches his back with a loud moan. He feels Juraj’s fingers near the flared end of the plug again and he’s about to flex his muscles again when Juraj squeezes his shaft as he moves his hand up and down.
There’s an unfamiliar tugging sensation, Juraj’s cold fingers on his skin, a firm grip of his large hand on his cock and before he’s even able to react, a feeling of emptiness as Juraj pulls the plug out of him.
He groans and looks down only to be met with Juraj’s wide smile dangling the plug between his fingers.
“Don’t do that,” he says, wanting to come off as irritated, but he ends up laughing instead. Juraj joins him and moves up to kiss him deeply. Arber wraps his arms around Juraj’s shoulders, pulling him flush against him.
He feels himself relax into the mattress, the lack of pain getting rid of any last tension in his body. It leaves room for arousal to come back and he shifts under Juraj, grinding his hips against him.
“Wanna ride you,” he says against Juraj’s lips and he groans in response. Arber smirks and wraps his legs around him, securing him in place. Juraj lets out a surprised yelp as Arber rolls them around, pinning Juraj to the bed.
Juraj looks up at him with wide eyes, his hands finding their way to his hips. Arber reaches for one of the condoms and makes a show up tearing the packet with his teeth. He takes it out and rolls it on Juraj’s cock.
He lets himself marvel at the size, the feeling of it in his hand before he takes the lube and pours some on his fingers.
As he’s about to reach between his legs, Juraj grabs his forearms to stop him.
“Let me do it,” he says, his voice so full of determination and focus that Arber almost gives in.
“You have a sprained wrist,” he says and moves Juraj’s hand back on his hip.
“If it gets worse because I let you finger me, the entire Montreal Canadiens organisation will crucify me.”
Juraj rolls his eyes, exasperated. But if Arber is good at one thing, it’s that he never backs down.
“You just lie back and enjoy the ride,” Arber says as he adjusts his position to put his hand between his legs.
He braves pushing two fingers inside and closes his eyes, letting himself get lost in the sensation. The plug kept him comfortably stretched the whole day; prepared him for what’s to come. He’s going to take Juraj’s cock tonight even if he has to die for it.
His wrist begins cramping up sooner than he expected and he makes the mistake of glancing at Juraj under him. His eyes are wide and dark, scanning Arber’s body up and down, his kiss-swollen lips parted. His chest is rising quickly, his neglected cock lying against the pale skin of his stomach.
Arber takes a shaky breath.
“Fuck it,” he mutters and pulls his fingers out.
He moves up slightly and spreads some lube over Juraj’s cock. His hands squeeze his hips.
“Are you okay?” he asks and Arber laughs; he feels delirious.
“I really, really want you to fuck me,” he says and shakes his head. He’s losing his mind.
Juraj’s lips spread into a wide smile and he helps Arber get aligned properly. He thanks for the years of playing hockey as he flexes his thighs and begins lowering himself down.
He grits his teeth as the blunt head of Juraj’s cock pushes past his rim. Juraj lets out a low, broken moan as Arber slowly sinks himself down.
He almost feels like he can’t go further, that he’s at his limit when he feels Juraj’s hands on his hips press down and bring Arber all the way down. Once he feels Juraj’s balls against his ass, he finally exhales.
“Jesus, fuck ,” he moans and leans into Juraj, planting his hands on his chest.
He’s big, and Arber knew this, he shouldn’t be as affected as he is. But he feels so full he thinks he’s going to split in half if he moves even an inch.
But the fullness feels comforting almost, Juraj’s cold fingers on his hips in stark contrast with the heat wedged inside him.
“Arber,” Juraj whines.
“Yeah, I know,” Arber breathes, letting out a shaky breath. “I know, just - give me a second.”
Juraj’s fingers dig into his skin as he lifts him up slightly. Arber moans, the small drag of Juraj’s cock inside him sending a wave of electricity through his nerves.
He waits for Juraj to do it again - he lets himself be lifted up and pulled down again and this time, they both feel it. They moan in unison and Arber laughs.
“Fuck, how - I can feel you in my throat ,” Arber says through broken laughter.
Juraj says something that Arber doesn’t understand, probably in Slovak, and he wants to ask, but Juraj shifts under him and his cock pushes against his prostate.
He moans, digging his nails into Juraj’s chest.
“Oh, fuck ,” he grits out and rolls his hips, trying to chase that feeling again.
“Good?” Juraj asks, his voice strained.
“Yeah, yeah, come on,” Arber breathes and lifts himself up and just as he lowers himself down again, Juraj meets him halfway with a short, hard thrust.
It gets easier after that. They are quick to establish a rhythm as each of Juraj’s thrusts get harder and more intense. Their movements become smoother as their skin becomes wet with fresh sweat.
Arber soon begins feeling the familiar pull in his abdomen, and his legs begin to shake. He takes his cock in hand and begins jerking himself off in rapid movements.
Juraj says something in Slovak again before he catches himself and repeats it in English.
“I think I’m close,” Juraj says and Arber laughs breathlessly, trying to work himself up to his orgasm.
“You think?”
The speed of Juraj’s thrusts doesn’t change.
“You first.”
Arber moans and lets Juraj fuck into him as he’s barely able to hold himself up properly. He thrusts into him once, twice and then he’s coming, a series of short ah, ah, ahs leaving his lips as he falls apart.
He’s barely registering the last few of Juraj’s thrusts as he comes as well, pulling Arber down to lie on top of him. Arber almost wants to protest; they’re gross, sweaty and covered in lube and cum, but he doesn’t have it in him to care.
Juraj wraps his arms around Arber, rubbing small circles into his back and Arber lets his eyes fall shut.
“So, sheriff,” Juraj says after their breathing evens out, “how was the ride?”
Arber snorts against Juraj’s chest and lifts his head up.
“My cowboy gave me his best horse. I’d say it was worth my time.”
Juraj makes a face. “Are you giving me a review?”
Arber raises one of his eyebrows.
“Do you want it on paper?”
Juraj rolls his eyes and Arber bursts into giggles. He lets Juraj pull him up and kiss him, in his usual clumsy, terrible way that he’s sure he’ll never get tired of.
When they separate, Arber searches Juraj’s eyes.
“Want to keep going in the shower?”
Juraj smiles. “And order Five Guys?”
Arber pretends to consider it for a moment before he nods.
“Great plan.”
They climb out of bed and pick up their clothes on the way to the bathroom.
“How’s your wrist, by the way?” Arber asks as he’s trying to get his wrinkled suit jacket on a hanger.
Juraj shrugs. “You didn’t let me finger you, so it’s okay.”
Arber rolls his eyes, but he keeps smiling.
“You’ll thank me when the medical staff clears you for the next game.”
He sees Juraj nod and then turn to him.
“Congrats on the first goal.”
Arber feels warmth spread through his chest. But along with it comes something bittersweet. He may have scored his first goal - a good goal - but it wasn’t enough to get them a victory.
“Thanks.”
Juraj steps into his space and plants a small kiss on his lips.
“We’ll win the next one.”
Arber smirks.
“You bet.”