yeehaw!

“I’ll tell you when to hit play! Don’t hit it without me!” It’s makeshift for sure, but you figured out how to watch Netflix together over video chat. Everyone has been going crazy over this Tiger King show and there’s literally nothing else to do, so what’s the harm. You haven’t seen another human in about two weeks, save when you went to the grocery store to pick up some essentials for Mr. Callahan and he waved at you as you left the package outside his door. Even that was exciting contact. Plus you’re missing Jimmy extra.

“I cannot believe you talked me into this. This looks like the dumbest thing I have ever seen.”

Jimmy’s face is a welcomed sight, so your smile doesn’t even falter when he pokes at you. “Oh my Godddd. Shut up! You get to pick the next one. Probably going to make me watch something Boston, so I have to listen to that terrible accent for hours on end.”

His laugh, you’ve missed that laugh so much. Your cheeks hurt as your smile stretches, “I miss you so much.” You don’t mean the words to blurt out like they do; honest and out there for him to hear, read into, draw conclusions from. 

“Yeah, me too. Like a limb,” his smile is a little soft, a little sad, but he’s Jimmy and he’s notoriously stoic, so he straightens up on his couch and grabs his remote, “Alright, let’s get this over with.”  

______

May 2020

Who do we cheer for now, Brady, Kevin? An unknown third party?

Jimmy: I’m gunna flip a coin. Tampa looks good though, hate to say it. 

Gross.

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October 2020

Jimmy: You gunna to visit me when the borders open back up? It’s pretty cool up here, I think you’d like it. 

Only if you’re paying for Tim Hortons. 

Jimmy: Not with this contract.

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December 2020

Jimmy: Did you get a package 👀👀

I have to check the mailroom when I get home, why?? Did you buy me something! 🙃

Jimmy: Maybe. Keep an eye out.  

______

As soon as you get in the building you rush to the mailroom and it’s there. A plain brown Amazon box, but when you open it, there's another box inside, shabbily wrapped in blue paper, tied in a white ribbon. 

You snap a photo and send it to Jimmy, 

It's here! Proud of your wrapping tbh!

Tucked under the ribbon, you start with the envelope, pulling out the Christmas card. It features a cartoon Santa proudly proclaiming "I hear there's some Hos in this house?" shaking a judgmental finger at the naughty list in his hand. 

Jimmy's tight, sloppy handwriting covers the inside of the card and your smile grows, happy he thought of you enough to fill the left panel of the card entirely with a handwritten message. 

When you finally tear the ribbon off and the paper open you're not surprised to see the bright blue jersey with the Leafs insignia on it. You are slightly surprised that Jimmy's name is across the back and his number is on the sleeve. You're warm to your toes thinking about him branding you in this way, even if you also have Kevin's jersey in the back of your closet and have never had a second thought about Hayes being stitched across your back. 

(Y/n),

I thought you'd like this card, since I've seen your Spotify unwrapped and you've played this song more than any one person should. Freak. 

Here's a new jersey so you can remember who your favorite player is. I had to change my number, which sucks, but I can't have you representing Philly. That's gross and blue looks way better on you anyway.

I know I said I couldn't afford Timmies on this contract, but here’s a bag anyway. Their coffee is really good and I don’t know when the country will re-open so you can visit and get a real one. I got you plain, French Vanilla is superior though. Even if you disagree. 

We can’t have you embarrassing yourself at family skate again, so I hope these are the right size. Take them to the rink when it opens, have the blades sharpened and the skates baked. They’ll fit your feet better and they won’t hurt as much. Whenever I get to come visit we’ll practice.

Hope you like it, miss you. 

Merry Christmas, 

Jimmy

The skates do fit. He got you hockey ones so they’re chunky and black and not at all the sleek ice skating ones the rinks usually give you when you rent them. It’s so Jimmy that your heart skips at the idea of him spending time, thinking of a thoughtful gift, trying to figure out your damned shoe size, and wrapping the box alone in his apartment. 

You’re not sure when you started sniffling, but the card is damp from the few tears that have slid down your face and you laugh in spite of yourself. The distance definitely hasn’t made any of this easier. 

This is really thoughtful. I can’t wait to try them out. <3

Jimmy: You’re crying, aren’t you?

______

January 2021

Jimmy: Did you listen to this new Drivers License song yet? Seems up your alley. 

RED LIGHTS STOP SIGNS!!!

Jimmy: I’ll take that as a yes.

______

The phone only rings once before he answers. “Hello?” His camera is facing the ceiling, so you can’t see his face, but it looks like he’s eating lunch.

“Watch Bridgerton with me?” it’s not really a whine, but it’s a little pitchy. He heaves a sigh and he picks up the phone so he’s finally in frame, munching on his pizza. You continue before he has the chance to turn you down, “Please? Everyone at work is talking about it, it’s only 8 episodes, please? You made me watch all those Ben Affleck movies last year! I barely even complained even though Matt’s the better actor.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’m off Sunday we can start it then,” he tears into a piece of crust. 

Smiling, you remind him, “You’re my best friend,” before you hang up and send him a calendar invite. 

______

March 2021

Jimmy: I take it back, you’d like Vancouver better. 

Missing me, Jimbo?

Jimmy: Maybe

______

July 2021

With restrictions eased up, you find yourself toying with the idea of a weekend trip to Boston. You’ve typed out about 60 messages to Jimmy telling him you may be in town, but you backspaced each and every one, because you’re a coward. 

You haven’t been in the same state in almost two years, stuck video chatting during lock down, which has become a weekly ritual that you haven’t dropped since the world began slowly opening back up. Still though, something about seeing him in person has your heart rate picking up and your palms sweating.

In the end you sleepily reveal it when Jimmy calls you to say goodnight.

Your phone jingled loudly in your ear, you could probably put it on silent while you slept, but then you'd miss these calls, Jimmy's profile picture smiling on your screen before you answer and clear your throat.

"Hey," you sigh into your pillow at the content feeling that blankets your body. 

"Hey, I'm walking home from the bar and I wanted to say goodnight."

"Okay, goodnight," you're quietly breathing into the phone, smiling to yourself at the sweet gesture. 

He laughs, "ooookay, you don't want to talk to me? You already asleep?"

"A little, but I always want to talk to you." You'll be embarrassed by your admission in the morning. In the dark it's just honest and you feel light saying it out loud. 

He's quiet now and you hear the cars passing him by as he walks. 

"I haven't seen you in forever," he trails off and your decision is practically made for you.

"I'm thinking about taking the day off Friday and shipping up to Boston for the weekend, but the hotels are so much money" you're slightly more awake now, nervous for some reason that you both will feel differently in person since it's been so long. 

He takes in a breath, "Do it. You can stay with me." 

"Okay," it's Jimmy, it's Jimmy, it's Jimmy- your heart thumps. No reason to be nervous. 

"Okay!" You can hear his smile through the phone and when you both hang up you slip easily back into sleep. 

______

Jimmy's laughter booms through your headphones, "What do you mean 'what if you don't recognize me?' We video chat like every day you know what I look like."

You're feeling silly and giddy and bubbly only 2 hours away from Boston according to your itinerary. 

"I should like, bring a red rose like Lorelei and Rory do in Gilmore Girls, just in case. So you know who I am." You look out the window in the train, watching the landscape blaze by. 

"Any excuse to bring up the fuckin' Gilmore Girls. I'm sure we'll be okay."

"I'm hanging up on you, you interrupted my music and now you're slandering the Gilmores. See you soon."

You cut off whatever he was about to say and hang up, cackling with delight as he calls you back immediately. 

"This is (y/n), how can I assist?"

"I can't stand you. When is 'soon?'"

"Two hours. You better be ready to eat. I'm starving."

"Okay, soon."

______

South Station is pretty empty, which you expected considering it's noon on a Friday. You try to call Jimmy but his phone goes to voicemail both times you call, so you stand and wait, knowing he'd never leave you hanging, so you find a bench and open your phone, scrolling through mindlessly. 

Someone sits down next to you so you slide a little to the left without looking up wondering if you should call Jimmy again, but the person clears their throat and shoves a bouquet of roses at you. 

Pushing them to the side you see Jimmy's smiling face. "I figured it's been a while, maybe one rose wouldn't do the trick if you forgot what I looked like."

In that moment, Jimmy smiling at you in a train station at 12 on a Friday, it takes everything in you not to lean over and kiss him square on the mouth. 

______

"So what do you want to do today?" Jimmy says around a mouthful of sushi. Between you and Kevin constantly shoving your rolls at him, he's by no means an aficionado, but he's come around. 

"I don't know. Last time I was here we did a bunch of touristy things," you pause chopsticks halfway to your mouth, "Show me Harvard."

Jimmy's too happy to oblige. 

The two of you pile into his Jeep and drive to Cambridge, stopping briefly to grab coffee. "I used to come here all the time," Jimmy places his order and lets you keep looking, "sit at that table and try to finish my papers before midnight. Is it weird that I miss it?"

"Not at all," you confirm. His eyes are fond and you're happy you're here to see this version of him. "Can I have the same?" You place your order to the young girl behind the counter, her glasses are wide and her chemistry book is sat next to her, pages face down, spine bent to save her place. 

"You're going to hate it, it's sweet," Jimmy warns, but you shrug your shoulders and nod to the barista to continue making your copy of Jimmy's nostalgic order. 

______

You spend your day traversing the campus, being suitably impressed by the history and slightly in awe by the IQs you're surrounded by. The art museum is a particular delight- full of classic Van Goghs, Degas, and Stieglitzes, but also housing fine Japanese art, Buddhist statues, and textiles you haven't seen before. 

He sidles up behind you quietly and you don't realize until he whispers, bent down and leaning over your shoulder, "Four years here and I never came in here. Kinda crazy."

Swatting him you answer, "Uncultured swine," and grab his hand to pull him to the next room.

It's full of earlier photography, and you stop in front of Stieglitz's The Glow of Night, depicting an empty street, glowing in the evening; only a few horse-drawn carriages sit in the distance under the glow of the streetlights. 

"I miss New York," Jimmy mumbles under his breath.

Your eyebrows raise, "You're Boston through and through, I can't believe you just said that outloud." 

He shrugs, "I love it here, I do. But I guess I miss the early years. Us and the boys, young and stupid." 

He sounds doleful and it stings your heart. "I think we all miss that," you reply gently, hand looping through his arm. 

"Do you think you'd ever move," it's close to the topic at hand, but a distinct deviation, so you think on it, staring intently at the photo in front of you. 

"I don't know. A few years ago I'd have said never..." Jimmy nods, seemingly content with your answer, but looks at his phone and notices the time. 

"C'mon. They're going to close soon, let's go home."

You're not home. 

You're about 200 miles away to be exact, but it certainly doesn't feel that way. 

______

Sunday morning you're sat in a hole in the wall getting breakfast with Jimmy. Your train leaves in the late afternoon and Jimmy's trying to pack as much into the day as he can, so you appreciate the quiet time at the table with him. 

He's fidgeting a little and you can't take it, a little on edge from the close proximity of the weekend. 

"Just take the bed!" He's not shouting but it's definitely as close as you've ever seen him to being short of patience. 

"No! You're letting me stay for free! I saved so much money not staying in a hotel, I'll sleep out here!" 

Jimmy picks up your bags and tosses them onto his bed. "Night! There's clean towels in the bathroom. Shout if you need anything." He gently pushes you into his room and closes the door behind you. 

His bed is plush and you snuggle in after huffing at your defeat, washing your face, and changing into your pajamas. You would have thought you'd fall asleep quickly, a long day of travel followed by a ton of walking typically tires you out, but you're in Jimmy's bed. 

You're in Jimmy's bed and it smells like him.

You're in Jimmy's bed and it smells like him and you're having a crisis. 

"Do you think you'd ever move?" His question replays in your mind. 

A few summers ago you told Gracia never, but you're not so sure that you couldn't be easily persuaded if the right person asked.

"You're ignoring me." Jimmy flicks your coffee cup. The tinkling noise pills you from your daydream and you shake your head. 

"Sorry, what?"

"I said," He repeats himself, "I'm a free agent in the fall… maybe I'll end up on the East Coast and we can do this more often…" he smirks, "you know, having breakfast and you ignoring me." 

Desperately you wish you were annoyed at his teasing, but you can't find it in you, "That would actually be awesome. Is that a possibility?" 

She found herself smiling at the pictures of him and his brother decked out in team Canada apparel and shirtless flexing as a kid. Flipping over through his tagged pictures, Kelsey knew that she could get lost in them far more easily if she had had the time for that. Peeking at just a few she saw him celebrating his brother’s Stanley cup and featuring in a whole bunch of reels. 

Her mind weighed whether or not to actually follow his account. On one hand, it would be a little embarrassing if he had only wanted a one night stand. On the other…maybe he was interested in a repeat and just didn’t know how to find her. She knew who he was because of her family but unless someone from the team had told him her full name, he probably didn’t even know who she was. She couldn’t recall having even given him her first name but he clearly knew that so either someone did tell him or he overheard it somewhere. 

Deciding that the embarrassment of not reaching out was greater than doing so and being rejected, Kelsey pressed the button to officially follow Taylor Makar. Then she pushed herself off of the bed to go out and get a snack before digging in determined to get this homework done. 

When she fell back onto her bed more than two hours later, Kelsey was both surprised and not to find a notification with a request for Taylor to follow her back. Along with it was a dm containing a snapchat user id. 

Granting permission for Taylor to follow her, Kelsey copied the id and opened snapchat, adding him there as well. It took less than five minutes for him to accept that request as well and a bland snap of a dorm wall that read “and she reveals her full name” came through. Shooting back a picture of her rolling her eyes she declared that he evidently didn’t try very hard to find out. This time Taylor sent back a partial selfie asking what she was doing and the expression on his face made Kelsey laugh. 

Telling him that she was trying to decompress from biochemistry homework led to him asking if she was ‘smart smart’ and then devolved into discussions of school. She learned that he was looking at social and behavioral sciences even if he hadn’t fully narrowed down a major just yet as he was still a full year behind her. She told him that she was premed and hoping to focus on obstetrics and women’s health as she became a doctor. He shared stories from Calgary and the people that were supporting him from Brooks. 

Before she knew it it was almost midnight and they’d been snapping back and forth for hours. Declaring that she really needed to sleep she bid him goodnight and set her phone aside, her stomach bubbling with excitement. 

Throughout the rest of the week they’d snap back and forth here and there and Kelsey knew her smile betrayed her every time his name popped up on her screen. Though she thought about seeing if he wanted to hookup again that weekend, between homework, UMass losing their Saturday night game, and Halloween festivities it just didn’t happen. She and some girlfriends had gone out Saturday dressed as flappers with a ‘no boys’ rule in place anyway and when she posted the pictures on her insta story she did get a fire emoji back from Taylor making her heart race. 

Kelsey found herself extra busy the following week so while she and Taylor did exchange a few snaps it was nothing substantive or meaningful. She did get a kick out of it when he sent her a reel of herself bent over helping one of her students with the caption ‘looking good Coach K’. She replied with a teasing message that next time he can get out there and help instead of spying. She also had to use the utmost restraint when he posted a shared reel from his gym in Calgary because clips of him working out were insanely sexy.

****

The Mullins Center was really the last place that Kelsey wanted to be on a Saturday night, especially after spending all day at another rink for a tournament for her girls. But her cousins had called her pleading for her to take them and Kelsey let them guilt trip her into it. 

As she settled into her seat sporting braided hair, a cream sweater and black leggings, Kelsey tried to blend in with the crowd while cursing the fact that once again there was somehow a lack of usable wifi or cellular data in this noisy building. Her cousins yammered on and on regurgitating everything they had heard said about this year’s team. Though she let them, Kelsey knew that all the information they provided was from a biased source just like it had been last year and the year before that. 

Thankfully the game was over quickly and admittedly, Kelsey had no idea what had happened other than when Taylor was on the ice prior to overtime. And having watched him, she was even more angry at her uncle. Because watching Taylor -  from his speed, to his shot, to his instincts and decision making on the ice - Kelsey knew that this didn’t all appear out of nowhere in the last six months, this was all here previously but wasn’t properly acknowledged and utilized. If her uncle had spent any time working with Taylor a year ago, Kelsey couldn’t even imagine where he would be right now. And his willingness to give it back just as good as anyone gave it was a necessary quality when she knew that he had a target on his back every night because of his brother. 

Though she really wanted to book it from the arena and go home leaving her cousins to catch a ride with their dad, a part of her mind reminded her of the possibility of seeing Taylor and she reluctantly followed them downstairs to the hallways surrounding the locker rooms. 

It wasn’t long before her uncle stepped out of his office to go do media mumbling to his assistant coach about the freshman scoring goals but making plays like that. Kelsey couldn’t help but scoff loudly drawing her uncle’s attention. 

“Something you want to say?” Her uncle asked and oh boy was there. Still, Kelsey checked up and down the hall to make sure that none of the freshmen were within hearing distance because they didn’t deserve that. In doing so she missed Taylor and a couple other guys walking through the locker room door. 

“Yeah. Yeah there is.” Kelsey declared. “Maybe don’t blame your freshmen for your coaching fuck up. Was their defense kind of shit there…yes. But as soon as you put that trio on the ice to start OT everyone in the damn building knew that it would end exactly as it did. And that’s not on them. That’s on you for your personnel choice. Because you and everyone else knew that not having a single defensive player out there was only going to bite you in the ass if you didn’t score on the first rush. It’s on you for not urging someone to make a damn change while PC did because there was time for at least 1 if not 2 players to make a change. So stop blaming your players for the decisions you made that were the wrong ones.” 

Sucking in a lungful of air after completing her thought, Kelsey glared at her uncle with fire in her eyes. 

“Now have fun spouting all of your bullshit to the media and don’t forget to take your daughters home with you.” Hugging her cousins who were both a bit slack jawed at her rant, Kelsey stormed down the hall and through an open door just needing a moment to cool off. 

Back by the locker room, Taylor’s eyes were wide because this was the second time that he had heard Kelsey speak to his coach that way, an utter lack of respect shown each time regardless of how true her words may have been. He must have been gaping a bit as well because Harding slapped his shoulder jolting him back into the present moment. 

“You know she’s his niece right?” Hards stated simply. “His wife’s niece really and from what I’ve heard they’ve never gotten along. She’s just become less afraid to speak her mind as an adult.” 

Carvel’s niece…

Oh shit.

Oh boy was he fucked. 

He’d slept with his coach’s niece. And even more messed up, he wanted to again. 

Coughing after swallowing some of his own spit, Taylor did his best to school his face. 

Kelsey was Carvel’s niece…no wonder she wasn’t afraid to chew him out without fear of recrimination. 

If he was going to sleep with her again, Taylor definitely needed to make sure that it stayed on the down-low because while Carvel wouldn’t go after Kelsey, Taylor was fairly confident he didn’t have the same luxuries. 

Saying goodbye to Harding, Taylor made his way through the rink toward the exit when his phone buzzed in his pocket. Pulling it out he saw a snap from Kelsey and when he opened it he couldn’t help but groan softly. 

‘Down for a frustration fuck?’

Though there was a small part of his mind that said that was a bad idea, Taylor couldn’t help but think about the small sliver of skin left exposed by her sweater tonight or the way that her ass looked with leggings clinging to it. Snapping back a picture of the hallway wall, Taylor replied that he was down before sighing mentally because she was literally going to be the death of him. 

Getting her message for him to meet her outside, Taylor left the rink. Spotting her, he let her lead the way replying to her question on if he had driven tonight with the information that he’d ridden with Mercs, and answering her question regarding parking closer to his dorm since she had her car tonight. 

As they got to her car, Taylor stopped her to steal a quick kiss and Kelsey sighed into his mouth because she hadn’t even realized how much she had missed that. 

Once in the car, it didn’t take long for her to drive to the other side of campus and park in the lot Taylor directed her to. Before they got out, Taylor dropped a hand to her knee and after a moment asked softly why she hadn’t told him. 

“You mean that he’s my uncle?” Kelsey asked after a moment of looking at Taylor all confused. “It’s not a big secret. Figured someone had already said something.” She paused, shrugging. “Plus we don’t get along so we try to avoid each other as much as possible. It’s not a big deal.” 

Glancing over as she took her keys out of the ignition, Kelsey could see in his eyes that to Taylor it was a big deal. 

“It’s not something that is going to impact you, I can promise you that.” She murmured softly, stealing a kiss. “He certainly wants nothing to do with my sex life so even if it was right in front of him, he’s going to ignore it. You have my word that whatever happens between us will not impact your status on his team. I won’t let it.” 

Squeezing his hand before getting out of the car, Kelsey shot him a flirty look trying to lighten the mood again. As they headed inside, Taylor mentioned that she could head into his room and he’d be there in a minute because he just wanted to check on his sick roommate. Nodding, Kelsey did just that, noting that he had cleaned up a little more and wondering if that was in anticipation of another visit from her. 

She thought it was sweet that he wanted to check in on his roommate and while she waited she kicked off her shoes before just perching on his bed, chewing softly on her lip. 

“Sorry. Just wanted to make sure Lauts was okay.” Taylor murmured as he stepped in and closed and locked his door behind him. Crooking her finger to call him closer, Kelsey reached up to pull him down into a kiss, murmuring against his lips that it’s fine. The kiss lingered for only a moment before Taylor’s hands wrapped around her waist to lift her and slide her up against the pillow so he could settle beside her his knee nudging against her thighs. 

Parting them slightly, Kelsey pulled him back into a kiss, sighing because she missed the feeling of his lips on hers. 

As they kissed, Kelsey’s hands began tugging at Taylor’s clothes feeling needy to move things along. With his polo hitting the floor, her hands ran up along the planes of his chest and she moaned loving the feeling of his hard muscles. Shifting, he moved to tug her own sweater off her body before groaning as he took in her soft curves and silky smooth skin. 

“You’re so beautiful.” He mumbled, his head dipping down to kiss a trail from her neck to her collarbones and then down to where her breasts peeked out over the fabric of her bra. Eyeing her with just the slightest twinkle, Taylor’s head dipped even further and he mouthed his way down her stomach until he reached the edge of her leggings. “More beautiful without all these clothes though.” He added, pausing for her consent before tugging the tight fabric from her body. 

“As much as I appreciate the kind words, maybe you can find another way to put that mouth to better use.” Kelsey stated, her voice slightly husky with desire. 

Sliding back to rest half on top of her, Taylor kissed her again, adding his tongue to the mix to deepen it. 

“That better?” He breathed when they pulled back for air. Nodding, Kelsey slid her nails along his back and pulled him in for another deep kiss, her sighs muted by his mouth. 

Using the arm not supporting his weight, Taylor brushed his fingers against the edge of her panties just teasing at sliding under the fabric. 

“Just washed my hands before coming in, can I?” He questioned softly, wanting to touch her but within the boundaries she was comfortable with. 

“Please.” 

Her response was all he needed and without any further delay he slipped his hand under the edge of her panties seeking to brush against her clitoris. Hearing her intake of breath when he found it, Taylor rubbed gently stimulating all of the nerve endings that resided there. Letting her pull him back into a kiss, after a moment Taylor gently shifted his fingers to press first one and then a second inside of her stretching her open. Kelsey couldn’t help but squirm against his touch and moan into his mouth because his fingers were so long brushing up against all the best spots along her vaginal walls. 

Gasping out that she was close as Taylor sucked gently at her neck, Kelsey tried to fight off the orgasm even as Taylor doubled his efforts to draw it out of her. Evidently he just wasn’t the type of guy to not want her to cum before sex at least once. Giving into the pleasure, Kelsey let the warm bubbly feeling wash over her before sighing as it settled into a syrupy lazy buzz. 

Sliding his fingers out of her, Taylor twisted to wipe them on a tissue. Before he could twist back, Kelsey shifted to make space on the bed for him to recline fully and gracefully removed the remaining scraps of fabric from her body. “How about you lay back and relax now…” She suggested, eyeing his body once more. Raising a brow, Taylor met her gaze before getting the message she was communicating and nodding. Settling onto his back, Taylor directed her to the drawer containing the condoms and while she obtained protection, he pushed his remaining articles of clothing down toward his knees before carefully kicking them off. 

For a moment, Taylor’s brain shorted out as Kelsey brushed her thumb over the tip of his dick collecting the bead of precum there. Then she quickly rolled the latex down over his length, her nails scraping lightly against his balls and he mentally echoed the sentiment from earlier that she was going to be the death of him as his dick twitched. 

Collecting himself as best he could, Taylor offered Kelsey a hand to help her straddle his thighs and once she had his hand fell to her waist. If she wanted control he would willingly let her have it but he needed to make sure that she was supported if necessary. 

Leaning forward, Kelsey kissed him again letting her chest graze against his own. Then she pressed a light grazing kiss against the scab on his chin before sitting upright and positioning herself to sink down on him. 

Though she dropped gradually, Taylor groaned softly at the feeling of her tight heat wrapping around him again little by little. It was a reminder that he hadn’t overestimated how good the sex had been the first time. And that somehow he was completely unprepared for how good she looked taking him in like this. “God…Kels…” He mumbled. “Feels so good Tay.” She gasped back as she sunk fully onto him. 

As much as he wanted to thrust up into her or otherwise take control, Taylor restrained himself and let her adjust and lead the pace of their coupling. It was worth the extra willpower when she started to swivel her hips, bouncing over him gently and he took in the full picture. 

The slight sheen of sweat on her brow. The bounce of her breasts. The tip of her head as she basked in the pleasure his dick created. The flex of her thighs. The way her body took him joining them together in the most intimate way. 

It was a mental image he was trying to engrave into his brain so that it would remain there long after tonight was over. 

With her starting to slow from the exertion, Taylor held her still as he shifted slightly, propping himself up against the headboard to sit chest to chest with her. Now in a better position, Taylor gripped her hips again, assisting in lifting her to ride him. Adding in a kiss, Taylor groaned when he realized that she had slipped a hand between her thighs to rub her clit and he bumped her fingers out of the way wanting to do it himself. 

After just a few more minutes she started to shake and Taylor kissed her deeply as her second orgasm crested and she fell apart in his arms drawing him along with her as she clamped down around him. 

Kelsey made no effort to move right away even as she settled and so Taylor certainly didn’t either. Instead he just traced small patterns over her lower back and continued to hold her close. WIth the sweat on their bodies starting to dry, Kelsey finally shifted, pulling off of him with a slight hiss and stumble as she moved to stand. 

“I should get going.” She whispered, searching for the items of clothing spread around the room. Though it was longer than last time, it still wasn’t as long as Taylor would have liked. Still, he wasn’t going to stop her and he nodded, brushing his hair back with his fingers and moving to dispose of the condom and get dressed himself. 

“Let me walk you back to your car at least this time?” 

“Yeah. Sure Tay.” She agreed, grabbing her car keys as they were the only thing she’d brought inside with her. 

Though there was a simmering tension, both of them ignored it and once they reached her car, Taylor wrapped her in a hug before stealing one final kiss and sending her on her way into the night.