Hard Contact - An LGBTQ Roleplay

Chapter 5

Summary:

Caleb and Blake deal with the aftermath of their unexpected tryst, and Caleb receives a critical update on his eligibility to play in the Olympics.

Notes:

Hi guys! We're gonna try this new format of adding authors' (there's two of us) notes to the start of each chapter :)

This chapter was a lot of fun to edit! Especially seeing how these two interact after their rather unexpected ~sexy times~. What do you guys think, is Caleb going to the Olympics or nah?

As a note, we will *not* be posting a new chapter next Sunday, as we will both be out of town for Labor Day. We will return to regular scheduling the following weekend! In the meantime, want to check out the first two chapters of our upcoming novel, Offseason? Here's the link to read them for free:

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Chapter 5

Blake

Caleb was full of surprises, admitting without any prodding that he was not some omniscient force. Blake stilled at the thought, for only a moment, having the forethought to consider that he'd need to start minding his tongue around the forward when he finally returned to work. Despite what they were getting up to in the privacy of the man's home, their relationship had to retain an air of professionalism while at the rink. Within reason. He had full approval to call Caleb on his shit when necessary as far as he knew it. Still, it was interesting to stand by and listen to his player make assumptions about the trainer's life. While fairly spot on, it wasn't an accomplished task, given that he was only grazing the surface. It did pain him to know that the desperation was bleeding right through. "Quality, not quantity is what sets me apart from the likes of you," he responded to Caleb's backhanded comment on his number of sexual partners. He was growing curious about just how many people had been in this bed before Blake. Hopefully, Caleb had washed the sheets. Or replaced them.

Sex shaming was less effective on Blake. Even less so when his dick was buried inside of someone, all his energy expended on delving deeper. He'd done his time in college doing what most of the guys on the team were doing now, regularly trolling for a sexual fix. Blake had been far more experimental back then too. Men, women, and all genders in between. College for sexual exploration had always been one thing he'd taken to heart, despite the overwhelming outcome that he was, indeed, a gay man. Whatever insults the forward could muster wouldn't work because Blake had heard them all before. Couldn't be offended by what was both the truth and getting too repetitive for its own good. What would stick with Caleb after all was said and done was the sex itself. Blake considered himself a good lay. So good, he wanted his cock to be the only thing on Caleb's mind the next time the forward had someone else in his bed.

Even him departing literally seconds after they'd finished couldn't shake Blake. Pleasure radiating from head to toe, the trainer stayed leaning against the headboard, not bothering to tuck himself away just yet. Though he would never admit it aloud, sex with Caleb was kinda everything he'd hoped for. Hot and intense and so satisfying. It had been meager, no time at all spent on foreplay and perhaps even less actually having sex because they were both so wound up. Still, even his neighbors had to admit that it had been good. Hell, they didn't need to admit anything. Blake had heard it all.