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“I’ll bench whoever the fuck I want to because at this point, I’m tempted to bench both of you just to prove a point,” he said, sitting down. “You need to put this behind you and figure out how to play together. If you can't, you can sit your ass down for the rest of the season. I see the potential you have together. You guys are intuitive, fast skaters, but whatever is happening is getting in the way.”

I knew he was right, but that didn’t mean I wanted to admit he was right.

“So, until you start playing well together, you will need to come in on your off days and run drills together and you will also be bunking together on out-of-town games,” he said, with a small smirk.

“I won't be rooming with the rookie if you expect us to get better and be fine with each other. We will try, but daily drills and rooming together? You are asking for trouble,” I said, trying to come up with a good reason that he would actually consider.

“Fight, beat the shit out of each other, but you are putting your careers at risk, and I will fucking bench you. I don’t care what your contract says,” he snapped.

“Coach, I don't think this is the way to go, there?—”

“Well, the sooner you work on your shit, the sooner we can win games and you can stop your punishment of practice drills and rooming together. You don’t have to like each other, but you will play well together,” he said, getting up from his desk. “Now get the hell out of my office and go get checked out by the doctors. Last thing I need is for one of you to have a concussion that wasn’t even game related. Go!”

I got up from the chair making my way to the medical area. The doctors were waiting for us, and we got undressed so they could examine us. I could feel Gomez’s glare every so often, but by the time they let us go, all of the guys had left, and I was getting tired of his pouting and glares as we walked to the showers.

As much as I wanted to leave and go home to shower, I felt itchy and I knew I wouldn’t last the drive. Gomez picked the stall closest to the front and I got a peak at his muscular ass before he walked in. I walked a few stalls down, turning on the shower; it was fucking cold. I hated cold showers, but I was willing to suffer so I could get the hell out of here.

The shower got warm about halfway through my shower, making it a little more tolerable and I took my time letting the water soothe my muscles. I turned the shower off, running the towel quickly over my body still hearing Gomez’s shower on.

I wrapped the towel around my waist passing his stall, seeing him leaning against the wall with the water cascading down his back over his fucking amazing ass. A flicker of uneasiness ran through me, and I wondered if my punch had fucked with him more than he let on. I knew I shouldn't be watching him, but I needed to know.

“Fuck off, Riggs,” he said so low, I doubt I heard him right.

He pushed off the wall turning off the water and turning around. I looked away quickly, debating on whether to say something.

“Leave me alone, I’m fucking tired and I don’t?—”

“Would you shut up!” I snapped.

“I don’t have the energy to do this anymore,” he snarled, walking away from me.

“Don’t be a fucking ass and just listen for once in your life,” I said, grabbing his firm bicep, admiring the hardness and his muscular chest that had rivulets of water cascading down it.

“I said, walk away, and this is what you do? Why do you always have to antagonize me?” He pulled his arm away. “I get that you think you are better then everyone, but fucking get off your high horse. I’m tired of your shit.”

“Fuck you, Gomez, you and your fucking entitled attitude. I don’t think you even belong here.” I pulled him closer. “Did daddy pay money to get you here?”

“Fuck you, you don’t know shit, Riggs,” he growled, bumping his chest against mine.

“I've heard daddy was famous,” I said, pushing his buttons and I realized I liked that he was pissed off.

He was hot like this.

“My father has never done shit for me, I got here on my fucking own,” he snapped, closing the gap between us till we were nose to nose.

I don’t know if it was the adrenaline, the punch in the head or my lack of sex, but I grabbed him by the throat pulling him towards me. Our lips crashed together and for a split second I thought he was going to push me away except he didn’t. He kissed me back, pushing me against the wall.

My shock quickly went away as I licked the seam of his mouth and he let me in. Gomez moaned and the noise went straight to my cock that was already hard. He thrust his hips against my cock and he was just as hard as I was. I knew this was wrong, but the only head I was thinking with was the organ between my legs.

My hand trailed down his chest and abs, stopping at the towel that was tented. My fingers skimmed the edge when Gomez pulled away. He rested his forehead against my own.

“Fuck,” he said, stepping away. “This didn’t happen.”

He looked debauched with his swollen lips, the flush in his cheeks and his half- lidded gaze looking at my body. I wanted to see more of him like this, or on his knees looking up at me. We stared at each other before he walked away, leaving me even more confused and with a fucking hard-on. Dammit, this was bad, I didn’t think this thing between us could get any worse and it just had.

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Romeo

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