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Home Ice Advantage
Setting: Six months after the epilogue. Ford and Luca have been in their new house for three months. Mid-season, the team has a rare three-day break.
Ford woke to an empty bed and the distant sound of music coming from downstairs.
He checked his phone. 9:47 AM. They’d both slept in—a luxury during the season when practices and games dictated their schedules. But this was their bye week, three precious days off, and they’d promised each other they’d actually rest.
Apparently Luca had other plans.
Ford pulled on sweatpants and padded downstairs, following the music to the kitchen. What he found made him stop in the doorway.
Luca was dancing—actually dancing—in front of the stove, wearing nothing but one of Ford’s old practice jerseys that hit mid-thigh and a pair of Ford’s socks. His hair was sleep-mussed, and he was singing along to some pop song Ford didn’t recognize, using a spatula as a microphone.
He hadn’t noticed Ford yet.
Ford leaned against the doorframe, just watching. Six months ago, when they’d first moved in, Luca had been more reserved. Still adjusting to the space, careful not to take up too much room, worried about being “too much.”
Now? Now he was completely comfortable. Dancing in Ford’s clothes, making a mess of the kitchen, utterly and completely himself.
It was the most beautiful thing Ford had ever seen.
“You planning to stand there all morning, or are you going to help?” Luca said without turning around.
Ford grinned. “How did you know I was here?”
“I always know when you’re watching me.” Luca glanced over his shoulder, eyes dancing with mischief. “You have a very distinct presence. Also, you breathe like a dragon.”
“I do not.”
“You absolutely do. Especially in the morning.” Luca turned fully, spatula still in hand. “Now come here and taste this.”
Ford crossed to him, and Luca held up a forkful of scrambled eggs. Ford took the bite, and his eyebrows rose.
“Is there cheese in this?”
“Gruyere. And fresh herbs from the garden.” Luca looked pleased with himself. “I’m getting fancy.”
“Garden” was a generous term for the small raised bed they’d installed in the backyard last month, but Luca was inordinately proud of his herbs and tomato plants.
“It’s good,” Ford said. “Really good.”
“I know.” Luca set down the spatula and looped his arms around Ford’s neck. “Good morning, by the way.”
“Good morning.” Ford’s hands found Luca’s waist, sliding under the jersey to touch bare skin. “You’re not wearing pants.”
“Very observant, Coach.”
“Just making sure I have all the facts.”
Luca laughed and pulled him down for a proper kiss—slow and deep and tasting like coffee and promise. When they broke apart, Luca’s eyes were darker.
“I have plans for today,” Luca said.
“Yeah? What kind of plans?”
“The kind that involve that new shower we installed.” Luca’s fingers traced down Ford’s chest. “The one with the bench. That we haven’t properly christened yet.”
Heat flashed through Ford’s system. They’d renovated the master bathroom over the summer, installing a massive walk-in shower with dual heads and a built-in teak bench. They’d joked about the bench being for “recovery purposes” but they both knew exactly what it was really for.
“What about breakfast?” Ford asked, though his hands were already sliding lower, cupping Luca’s ass.
“Breakfast can wait.” Luca bit his lower lip. “I’ve been thinking about this all week. Thinking about you sitting on that bench while I—”
The smoke alarm went off.
“Shit!” Luca spun around. “The eggs!”
He’d forgotten about the stove. Smoke was billowing from the pan, the eggs now decidedly black. Luca quickly turned off the burner and waved a towel at the smoke detector until it stopped shrieking.
When the kitchen was quiet again, they both looked at the ruined breakfast and burst out laughing.
“So much for my fancy eggs,” Luca said.
“We’ll order in.” Ford pulled him close again. “After we christen the shower.”
“Best plan you’ve had all week.”
They left the ruined eggs in the sink and headed upstairs, hands all over each other, already shedding clothes.
The master bathroom was Ford’s favorite room in the house.
They’d splurged on the renovation—heated floors, double vanity, a freestanding tub, and the shower. The shower was ridiculous, something out of a luxury spa, with glass walls and more shower heads than two people could possibly need.
But as Luca turned on the water and steam began to fill the space, Ford knew every penny had been worth it.
“Get in,” Luca ordered, and Ford went willingly.
The water was perfect—hot but not scalding, pressure strong enough to be felt. Ford stood under the main spray, letting it cascade over his shoulders while Luca adjusted the second head to hit from a different angle.
Then Luca was there, pressing against Ford’s back, hands sliding around his waist.
“I love this shower,” Luca murmured against Ford’s neck. “Love that we can both fit. Love that I can do this—”
His hand wrapped around Ford’s cock, already half-hard from anticipation.
“Fuck,” Ford breathed, his head falling back against Luca’s shoulder.
“That’s the idea.” Luca’s other hand slid up Ford’s chest, tweaking a nipple. “But first, I want to take my time with you.”
He spent the next several minutes doing exactly that—washing Ford with leisurely thoroughness, his soapy hands exploring every inch of Ford’s body. Not explicitly sexual, just intimate. Learning Ford’s body all over again, like it was the first time.
By the time Luca was done, Ford was hard and aching and desperate.
“Luca,” Ford said, his voice rough. “Please.”
“Please what?” Luca’s hand ghosted over Ford’s cock without gripping it. “Tell me what you want.”
Ford turned in his arms, water streaming over both of them. “I want you. Want your mouth, your hands, I don’t care. I just need you.”
“Good answer.” Luca kissed him hard, then pulled back with a wicked smile. “Sit.”
Ford sat on the teak bench, the wood warm under his thighs. Luca knelt between his legs, water streaming down his back, looking up at Ford with dark eyes.
“You have any idea how you look right now?” Luca asked, his hands running up Ford’s thighs. “Sitting here, all this muscle and ink, hard for me. You’re fucking gorgeous, Ford.”
Ford’s face heated. Even after almost two years together, compliments still made him uncomfortable. Made him feel exposed.
Luca seemed to sense it. “Hey. Look at me.”
Ford met his eyes.
“You are gorgeous,” Luca said firmly. “And I’m going to spend the rest of my life making sure you believe it. Starting right now.”
He leaned in and took Ford into his mouth without warning.
Ford’s hands flew to Luca’s wet hair, gripping maybe too hard, but Luca just hummed with approval and took him deeper. The wet heat was incredible, the visual even better—Luca on his knees, water streaming over his shoulders, lips stretched around Ford’s cock.
“Fuck,” Ford gasped. “Lucky, you’re so—ah—”
Luca pulled off with an obscene sound. “I love doing this to you. Love making you fall apart. Love that you trust me enough to let go.”
“Always,” Ford managed. “I trust you with everything.”
“Good.” Luca took him back down, setting a rhythm that had Ford’s hips rocking involuntarily.
But when Ford got close—when his breathing went ragged and his thighs started to shake—Luca pulled off.
“Not yet,” Luca said, standing. “I’m not done with you.”
He reached for the shelf where they’d strategically placed supplies—because of course they’d prepared for this—and grabbed lube.
“Turn around,” Luca instructed. “Hands on the wall.”
Ford stood on shaky legs and braced himself against the tile wall. The position put his ass on display, vulnerable and exposed, and he felt a shiver run through him that had nothing to do with the temperature.
Luca’s hands stroked over his back, his ass, spreading him open. “So perfect. You’re so perfect for me.”
The first slick finger pressed in, and Ford gasped. Even after all this time, the initial penetration still made his breath catch. Still made him feel deliciously vulnerable.
“Relax,” Luca murmured, pressing kisses to Ford’s spine while his finger worked deeper. “I’ve got you.”
Ford did relax, letting Luca open him up with patient thoroughness. One finger became two, two became three, each one pressing against his prostate in a way that made Ford’s cock leak and his legs tremble.
“Ready?” Luca asked, his voice strained with need.
“Yes. Please, Luca, I need—”
Luca lined himself up and pushed in slowly. Ford’s hands scrabbled against the tile, trying to find purchase, overwhelmed by the stretch and fullness.
“Breathe,” Luca coached, holding perfectly still. “You’re so tight. So perfect. Taking me so well.”
When Ford had adjusted, when his body had accepted the intrusion, Luca started to move. Slow at first, deep rolls of his hips that made Ford see stars. But gradually, as Ford pushed back to meet him, Luca’s pace increased.
“Harder,” Ford gasped. “I can take it. Give me everything.”
Luca’s grip on Ford’s hips tightened, and his thrusts became more forceful. The sound of skin on wet skin echoed in the shower, mixing with their gasps and moans and the spray of water.
“Touch yourself,” Luca commanded. “I want to feel you come while I’m inside you.”
Ford braced himself with one hand and wrapped the other around his cock. Between Luca pounding into him and his own hand stroking, it only took a few moments before he was right on the edge.
“Close,” Ford gasped. “Fuck, I’m so close—”
“Then come,” Luca growled, angling his hips to nail Ford’s prostate dead-on. “Come for me. Show me how good I make you feel.”
Ford came with a shout, spilling over his fist and onto the shower wall, his body clenching around Luca’s cock. The sensation triggered Luca’s orgasm—he thrust in deep and held there, gasping Ford’s name as he came.
They stayed like that for a long moment, both trembling, the water washing away evidence of their pleasure. Finally, Luca carefully pulled out and turned Ford around, pulling him into a deep kiss.
“I love you,” Luca said against his mouth.
“I love you too.” Ford held him close, both of them swaying slightly under the spray. “That was—”
“Amazing?”
“I was going to say ‘exactly what I needed,’ but amazing works too.”
They finished showering—actually washing this time, though with significantly more touching than strictly necessary—and dried off. Ford’s legs were still slightly unsteady, and Luca looked inordinately pleased with himself.
“So,” Luca said as they dressed in comfortable clothes. “Since I ruined breakfast, what do you want to order?”
“Whatever you want. I’m easy.”
“You’re definitely easy.” Luca dodged the towel Ford threw at him, laughing. “Okay, okay. How about that brunch place you like? The one with the ridiculous pancakes?”
“Sounds perfect.”
They ordered food and settled on the couch to wait, Ford pulling Luca against his side. Through the windows, they could see their backyard—still mostly bare, but with potential. They’d talked about adding a deck, maybe a fire pit for the winter.
Projects for the future. For the life they were building together.
“This is nice,” Luca said quietly. “Just us. No games, no practice, no obligations. Just being together.”
“It is.” Ford pressed a kiss to his temple. “We should do this more often. Take time to just be.”
“Agreed. Though maybe without burning down the kitchen next time.”
“That was your fault.”
“You distracted me!”
“I was just standing there.”
“Exactly. Very distracting.” Luca tilted his head up to look at Ford. “You know what I was thinking earlier? Before I got distracted by shower sex?”
“What?”
“That I’m really happy. Like, genuinely, completely happy.” Luca’s hand found Ford’s over his stomach. “I have everything I ever wanted. The career, the house, you. It’s perfect.”
“Not perfect. You still leave your socks everywhere.”
“And you still steal all the blankets.”
“And we still haven’t figured out whose turn it is to clean the gutters.”
“Yours,” they both said simultaneously, then laughed.
Ford held him closer, breathing in the scent of him—cedar and citrus and home. “But yeah. I’m happy too. Happier than I ever thought I could be.”
“Good.” Luca snuggled deeper into Ford’s embrace. “Because you’re stuck with me. Forever.”
“Sounds perfect to me.”
The doorbell rang—their food arriving—and they reluctantly untangled to answer it. But as they settled at their dining room table with ridiculous pancakes and too much coffee, Ford looked at Luca across the table and felt his chest tighten with emotion.
This was his life now. Not the ice, not the arena, not the performance of being someone he wasn’t.
Just this. Lazy mornings and burned eggs and shower sex and building a home with the person he loved most.
It was everything.
“What are you thinking about?” Luca asked, catching him staring.
“Just how lucky I am,” Ford said honestly.
Luca’s smile was radiant. “We both are.”
And sitting there in the house they’d chosen together, eating pancakes and planning their day, Ford knew it was true.
He’d spent his whole life looking for something to make him feel complete. Turns out, he just needed to stop looking and let himself be found.
By Luca. By love. By home.
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