The thing about dating a control freak, Jonah Rask had learned, was that the only game worth playing was seeing how fast you could make him lose it.
He’d gotten good at it. Two years good. He knew every lever—knew that if he sprawled across Caden’s side of the bed with his shirt off and his mouth running, knew that if he called him Captain in exactly the wrong tone, knew that if he was five minutes late and completely unrepentant about it, he could watch Caden Mercer’s jaw do the thing. The tight, controlled thing. The shift in his expression that meant the careful, locked-down man was about to stop being careful. It was Jonah’s favorite thing in the world. Better than a highlight-reel goal. Better, honestly, than almost anything.
“You’re doing it on purpose,” Caden said from the doorway, watching Jonah lie across his mattress like an offering, his fingers hooking lazily into the waistband of his briefs, tugging the fabric down just enough to expose the v-line of his hips.
Caden had his arms crossed. Caden had the captain voice on. Jonah’s dick was already so hard it was throbbing, a heavy bead of pre-come smearing against his lower belly.
“Doing what, Cap?”
Caden crossed the room in four controlled, heavy strides. Before Jonah could even blink, Caden caught both of Jonah’s wrists in one massive hand, pinning them flat against the headboard with enough force to make the wood creak. He leaned down until their lips were almost touching, his breath hot and commanding.
“You want me to lose it,” Caden said, his voice low, even, the control a razor-thin skin over something completely molten. “You always want that. You spend all day poking the bear because you like what happens when the bear gets out.” His free hand slid down Jonah’s bare chest, slow, scraping rough palms over Jonah’s nipples until they went rigid. Jonah arched into the touch, shameless and panting. “Here’s what’s going to happen tonight, rookie. You’re going to find out what happens when I don’t lose it. When I take my time. When I make you wait.”
“That’s—okay, that’s not fair—”
“You started it.”
Caden used his free hand to rip Jonah’s briefs down his legs and throw them to the floor with maddening, unhurried competence. He knelt over him, pinning Jonah’s thighs apart with his knees, and just looked. He stared at Jonah’s bare, flushing body the way he analyzed game tape—thorough, cold, and assessing. Jonah squirmed under that heavy gaze, his cock twitching, leaking heavily against his stomach.
“Hands stay on the headboard where I put them,” Caden ordered, his grip tightening on Jonah’s wrists for emphasis. “You move them, I stop. You don’t get a single touch until I say so. Understand?”
“Caden—”
“Understand, Jonah?”
“Yes, Captain, God, yes—”
And then Caden set about wrecking him with the exact patient, torturous discipline he brought to running a locker room. He leaned down and kissed his way down Jonah’s body, slow and brutal, cataloging every single spot that made him gasp. He sucked a dark bruise into the hollow of Jonah’s hip, bit lightly at the sensitive skin of his inner thigh, and dragged his tongue low across his stomach—deliberately avoiding the one place Jonah was screaming for him to touch.
Jonah writhed against the mattress, swearing, his knuckles turning white as he forced his hands to stay anchored to the headboard. He knew Caden would absolutely stop; the man had the self-control of a monk and a mean streak that grew twice as sharp when he was goaded.
“Please,” Jonah choked out, the word raw and scraping his throat. It was a word he almost never used, which meant it was the exact currency Caden was fishing for. “Caden, come on, please, touch me...”
“I am touching you.” Caden exhaled a hot, wet breath right against the sensitive root of Jonah’s cock, tantalizingly close, making Jonah sob. “Say it better.”
“Please—please, Captain, I need it... your mouth, please, I’ll be good, I’ll stop being a shit at practice, I’ll—”
“You won’t,” Caden murmured, his lips brushing the straining head of Jonah’s dick. “But I like hearing you lie for it.”
Then, as a reward for the begging, Caden took him into his mouth. He swallowed him all the way to the back of his throat, slow, hot, and drowningly wet. Jonah’s spine bowed entirely off the bed, a wrecked shout tearing out of him as Caden used the flat of his heavy hand to pin Jonah’s twisting hips flat against the sheets, refusing to let him buck into the suction. Caden worked him with devastating focus, drawing him right up to the absolute edge of a messy, hands-free release—and then abruptly pulled off, leaving Jonah gasping, shaking, and furious.
“You asshole—”
“Language.” Caden slicked his fingers with a thick layer of lube, completely unhurried. He pressed one wet digit against Jonah’s tight entrance, circling the rim, teasing him. “This is what you get, rookie. This is what happens when you spend all day trying to make me snap. I don’t snap. I make you wait.”
He pushed his finger inside, slow, deep, and unyielding. Jonah keened, his internal muscles instantly clamping down around the intrusion. “How’s that? Better than making me lose it?”
“Yes—no—I don’t care, just more, Caden, please—”
Caden gave him more, adding a second finger, scissoring them open and ruthlessly hooking them against the swollen, burning knot of Jonah’s prostate. Jonah fell apart completely underneath him, his lower body trembling, his hands shaking on the headboard with the sheer physical effort of holding still.
“Good,” Caden murmured, leaning over him so Jonah could feel the hard, rigid length of Caden’s cock pressing against his hip. “Look at you holding still for me. Knew you had it in you. Knew you could be good if you wanted it bad enough.”
“I want it... I want you, Caden, please, I’m ready, just fuck me, please—”
“You know what I think about?” Caden rumbled, his fingers working relentlessly inside Jonah’s slick heat, driving him wild but keeping him strictly back from the edge. “When you’re being a little shit at practice, mouthing off, testing every line I draw? I think about this. About how the same kid who won’t take a single instruction on the ice will lie here and hold perfectly still because I told him to. About how I’m the only one who gets to bend you like this.” He crooked his fingers hard, hitting the sweet spot over and over until Jonah’s vision swam. “The whole room thinks you’re untamed. And you are, for them. Just not for me. Isn’t that right, rookie?”
“That’s... not... fair,” Jonah panted, his breath hitching, his entire nerve map lit on fire. “You can’t say stuff like that and make me hold still, I’m gonna pre-come all over myself—”
“You’re going to hold still and take it until I say.” Caden’s free hand came down onto Jonah’s flat stomach, pressing him heavily into the mattress. “Because underneath all the noise, you want to be told. Don’t you.” His voice dropped into the absolute, heavy weight of his captain’s register. “Say it.”
Jonah’s composure cracked completely. “Yes,” he breathed, a broken, heavy confession. “Yeah. I want you to tell me. I want to be good for you. Please, Caden, please, I’ve waited... I held still, please—”
“I know you did.” Caden’s expression softened, the fierce fondness breaking through his iron discipline. “You were so good. My reckless disaster, holding still.”
He leaned down and kissed him, deep, messy, and claiming, swallowing Jonah’s whimpers before withdrawing his fingers with a sharp, wet sound. He grabbed his own thick, aching length, slicked it, and lined up against Jonah’s dripping heat. Finally, finally, he pushed in.
It was a slow, inexorable sink. Caden buried his thick shaft all the way to the hilt, stretching Jonah completely full until their bodies crashed together, skin-to-skin, heavy and panting. Jonah felt entirely undone, stretched to the absolute limit, and yet the psychological weight of remaining still—of completely surrendering his wild edge to the one man who could out-discipline him—was the hottest part of the entire night.
Caden held there for a moment, buried deep inside Jonah’s clamping heat, his breath turning ragged. The control was finally starting to fray; Jonah could feel the slight, violent tremor in Caden’s thighs, and he grinned up at him, wrecked and triumphant.
“There it is,” Jonah panted, his voice a gravelly whisper. “There’s the crack. You’re gonna lose it. I can feel you shaking—”
“Shut up, Rask,” Caden growled.
And then Caden did lose it, exactly the way Jonah had spent all day engineering. The careful control snapped. Caden began to move, driving into him with heavy, brutal, bruising thrusts that rattled the bed frame. One of Caden’s hands wrapped tightly around Jonah’s leaking cock, stroking him at a punishing speed, while his other hand came up to grip Jonah’s jaw, forcing him to look at him.
Jonah moaned loudly, his hands finally allowed to leave the headboard, flying around to Caden’s broad back, his nails digging into the muscle.
“You want me to lose control?” Caden growled, his hips slamming hard against Jonah’s with a wet, heavy slap. “This is it. This is what you do to me. Two years and you still—Christ, Jonah, you’re so tight—”
“Yeah, right there, don’t stop, harder, Caden—fuck!” Jonah was babbling now, totally incoherent, his hips bucking wildly against every deep, deep drive that hammered his prostate. “I’m close, I’m gonna go, let me, please let me—”
“Come,” Caden ordered, his captain voice rough, wrecked, and absolute. “You waited. You earned it. Come for me.”
Jonah came apart with a loud, ringing shout, thick ropes of heat spilling over Caden’s fist and across their stomachs. The violent, desperate clenching of Jonah’s climax caught Caden entirely off guard. Caden’s rhythm stuttered; he drove in to the absolute root, his hips shuddering violently as his careful control shattered completely. He came deep inside Jonah, a low, guttural roar tearing from his throat as he dropped his forehead against Jonah’s shoulder, utterly undone.
Afterward, tangled and breathing hard in the damp wreck of the sheets, Jonah traced lazy, sweating fingers down Caden’s spine and said, hoarse and smug, “So I win.”
“You don’t win. I made you beg for ten minutes.”
“And then you lost control. Which was the goal. So.” Jonah grinned into Caden’s damp hair. “I win.”
Caden lifted his head, flushed, heavy-lidded, and so unguardedly fond that Jonah’s chest went tight. “You’re a menace,” Caden said. “You’ve been a menace since you transferred in and blew up my careful little life.” He kissed him, slow and thorough, the authority completely gone now, replaced by the raw, quiet warmth that made losing control worth it. “Best thing that ever happened to my room. Don’t tell the room.”
“I’m gonna tell the whole room.”
“I know you are.” Caden pulled him in, settling Jonah’s head against his chest, locking his heavy arms around him. “Menace. Go to sleep. And Jonah—” a beat, dry and fond, “tomorrow you’re still doing the extra reps for being late.”
“That’s captaining, Cap. You can’t discipline me in bed and then also bench-rep me. Pick a lane.”
“I contain multitudes.” Caden dragged the blanket over them both, his hand splaying possessively across Jonah’s back—the same hand that ruled an entire locker room, gone gentle and quiet just for him. “And you’ll do the reps because you know I’m right, and then you’ll be a little shit about something else by lunch, and we’ll do this whole thing again.”
“Every day,” Jonah agreed, tucking himself deeper into the solid warmth of the man who’d once been terrified that letting someone in would ruin his discipline. Jonah got the inside. He got the whole molten center of him, the part Caden guarded from everybody else.
“Hey,” Jonah said, his voice dropping, the reckless edge fading out into something vulnerable. “For real. I like being yours. The told part. I don’t say it enough because... you know. Me. But I do.”
Caden’s arms tightened, holding him like something irreplaceable. He pressed a firm kiss to the top of Jonah’s head, his voice low in the dark. “I know. I get it every time you hold still for me, rookie. It’s the loudest thing you never say. Now go to sleep. And you’re still doing the reps.”
Jonah laughed into his chest, completely wrecked and happy, and did not, for once, argue.
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