Page 46 of First Puck

I was scowling worse than Tommy on a bad day. Porter had no idea what he was saying.

I was protecting my best friend from getting hurt, that was all.

But it was just shit. And I couldn’t even go in there and tell Lance to fuck off because I had no reason to. We were all part of the Redhill Kites, but Alex and I had our own team. We’d been playing together since we were five, the Brad and Alex team, and Lance wasn’t fucking invited.

I mean, I used to do the same thing to Alex when we first moved in. I’d go a bit crazy over a girl and hang out with her non-stop for a month or two, but it wasn’t like I was serious about any of them. They weren’tgirlfriends, they were just girls I hooked-up with.

I paused outside of Alex’s bedroom door as I walked past. It wasn’t like I was eavesdropping or anything. I was just curious.

Just because I was quieter than falling snow and there was no way they could tell I was there, it was all a coincidence.

I was about a foot from his door when I heard it. I pulled in a sharp breath as a long moan echoed from the other side.

I couldn’t even move. I was stuck there in spy mode, telling myself to fucking leave before I heard anything else I didn’t want to. I’d already seen them kiss; I didn’t need to know what else was happening behind that door.

But my eyes closed and the tension of doing something I knew I shouldn’t be doing spun inside me.

Another moan, lighter this time. And I knew it was Alex. How did I know it was Alex? Because he made the same sounds for me last year when I sucked him off. When he bent over me, when he grabbed my hair, and he shoved his dick in my throat and he came so hard, I still heard his voice in my ears sometimes when I rubbed one out.

And now, what? Lance was doing it for him? Or he was sucking off Lance?

I pulled in a breath as another thought sprung to mind.

“Oh, fuck no,” I whispered to myself as another soft moan reached my ears.

I couldn’t hear the bed creaking, but they could be doing it standing up or kneeling on the floor with Alex on all fours and Lance—

Shaking my head, I cut myself off, pushing away all those thoughts as I hoofed it all the way back to the couch.

My bedroom was right above Alex’s. I couldn’t take laying in bed, knowing Alex was getting fucked five feet under me.

“I thought you were going to bed?” Porter said, looking up with a sly smile.

“I changed my mind,” I replied, taking my worn seat again.

“Uh huh. Good luck with that.”

I didn’t bother answering. It was so weird for me to be in a mood that I didn’t know what to do with myself. But, then again, it was weird that Lance was hanging out with Alex like that.

I fixed my attention on the screen, but it was even worse than before. At least when I was obsessing over Alex cozying up with Lance, it was just because I didn’t want that dickhead hanging around my best friend.

I clenched my controller about as hard as I clenched my jaw. The painful fireworks were way better than the image of Alex with his head thrown back, tears in his eyes as he cried out for me.

“Shit,” I whispered, shooting a look down at my cock, which had already decided how we felt about the idea of Alex getting railed, even if it was by someone else.

“What is it? Are you finally realizing how badly you’re losing?” Porter teased.

I gave him a sharp nod, dumping my elbows on my knees and leaning forward to hide my dick. Because Porter would absolutely never let me forget it.

“Sure, whatever.” Porter shrugged, dumping Alex’s controller. “I’m done now, anyway. I’m heading out. I don’t want to be around when those two are getting it on.”

I couldn’t believe he just came straight out and said it.

“Did you know this whole time?”

“Well, they’ve only been dating for a week or something, but yeah. It’s pretty obvious.”

“Am I the only person who didn’t know?”

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