Page 19 of One More Time

What we just did was like throwing a slapshot to an unguarded goalie. Tyler now had to hide a huge part of himself. Up until now, he was happy denying it, but now it came roaring to the surface. He’d only have to learn to bury it deep down again.

I tried holding onto him, but when he said, “Just one night,” I let go, watching as he tried to find his clothes in the dim light. There was a war going on inside me. I didn’t want him to go. I really didn’t want this to be a “wham, bam, thank you man.”

“Tyler, please. It’s late and you’ve been drinking. Just stay, the guys will be sleeping well into the afternoon. I doubt they’d question you being here anyway.”

He paused and mulled over my words. His head hung low as he fought with his indecision. I took a step closer. The wild animal that was unleashed moments ago was now outside of his cage, wondering where the fuck to go after a life stuck in captivity.

I stepped into his space. I had briefs on, but he was still naked. Every beautiful manly curve on display in the lamplight. I wrapped one arm around his waist, pressing him into my chest, the other hand spearing through his gorgeous auburn locks. He tensed in my arms, hands firm on my hips, ready to push away. But we both knew he didn’t want to. I shushed him and held him tighter. His body trembled and I felt my own eyes burn in reaction to his overflowing emotions.

“It’s okay, baby. it’s okay.” He shook his head against my shoulder. I alternated between rubbing his back and stroking his hair in an attempt to calm him.

“There is nothing wrong with you,” I whispered against his temple.

“Why me? Why does shit always happen to me? Why can’t I just be a hockey player like everyone else? All I ever dreamed about was going pro.” His voice cracked as he fought against the threat of tears.

“You will, Ty. You will go pro. Everyone can see it. You can’t help who you’re attracted to.”

He pulled back and looked into my eyes. God, that broken look had me all tied up. No one had ever torn me up like that man did. No one made me as angry, no one had made me want like that—no one had ever made me feel like he did.

“Yeah, but you can choose. You can still be with women. Fuck. I tried, but ever since…” The words died on his lips and shook his head.

Bile rose up in my throat. I didn’t have a clue what happened to him, but I knew that a woman did it. And it only made me sick that I’d let his first encounter with a man—with me—trigger him.

“I can’t choose who I have feelings for Tyler. Say I do fall for a man. I’d face the same war you’re having right now. Look, I’ll probably be the last guy on the planet to fall in love. I’m a dick, I know that. You know what I think, though? Fuck the world. It’s messed up anyway. God knows we’re living in a country with an outdated system but do they deserve to know the real you? Hell no. they aren’t ready for that. But they are entitled to know you are going to be the best damn hockey player of our generation. And fuck you for that too—you took my title the moment you swept that fine ass in here.”

Tyler chuckled and the sound fueled the fire in my belly. I lifted his chin higher, his lips close enough to kiss. “But that’s all they are entitled to. You’re entitled to your privacy. So don’t let this—” I gestured between the two of us “Make you think you’re doing something wrong. It’s okay that you like men, especially my fine ass.” Tyler smacked said fine ass, - “On behalf of all the queer men, we’re fucking elated to have you on our team.”

Tyler was breathing heavily in my arms, but at least the misery in his eyes was gone, replaced by desire. His tongue darted out to lick his lips and my eyes tracked the motion. I felt his dick harden against my own.

“For a complete ass, you really know how to bring a guy away from the edge.”

My hands moved, cradling his strong jaw. “Seems you light up a sentimental part of me.” I didn’t know what he was doing to me. I never, never spoke like this, but just like on the ice, we were connected in a way I couldn’t explain. The words left my mouth like his ears needed to hear them. All that frustration in the locker room made so much sense. Our bodies knew better than we did that we needed each other.

“We still have tonight, right?” Tyler murmured against my lips. That had my cock at full attention. I grabbed his ass and pulled him close, making sure he felt it.

“Mmhmm, the night is still young. Well… the morning is. What are you suggesting? Sixty-nine? Or a dual-hand job? I would say you could fuck me again, but I’m a little sore—you’re bigger than what I’m used to.”

That practically made him purr. “How about you do me?”

I froze, looking down at my baby gay.

“You sure?” I searched for any sign of doubt but found none. I only found those beautiful eyes blazing with heat.

“I want you to fuck me, Hunter. If this is the only night I can have, I want it to be with someone who makes me feel… safe, who turns me on like no one else. Please.”

God, he didn’t need to beg.

“You have no idea how many times I have thought of taking this ass while I’m ogling you in the locker room.”

Tyler chuckled. “I had the same thought. Especially when you were winding me up. It only made me want to fuck the attitude right out of you.”

I gave Tyler a nudge and he matched me step for step, backing up eagerly until his ass hit the edge of the bed. I took him in as he slowly lowered himself to the pillows, his hand stroking his dick.

Damn, he was so confident.

My first time with a guy was a fumble. It was an awkward jerk-off session in the bedroom, hoping the other guy was as into it as I was. Then it went to awkward blow jobs and eventually, I was able to find my first bottom. Later on, I dabbled in being vers.

Tyler was my first in a long time. And now? he was splayed out in all his Australian country boy glory. There wasn’t an ounce of fear in his eyes. He went hard or went home and fuck, it was hot. I hoped to God he didn’t ever go home; I didn’t want to find out what that felt like. I crawled over him, bracing myself on the pillow on either side of his head.