Page 18 of First Puck

My jaw hardened as I turned my head, avoiding him as much as I could.

“We didn’t really get around to it,” I mumbled. I wasn’t as vague as I could be, but at least I didn’t tell him I hadn’t even kissed anyone before. Suzy’s little pecks in front of the guys didn’t count.

I thought he would burst into another grin and start chattering about it, but there was nothing.

When I looked back to him, I caught a strange expression, like he was annoyed or frustrated. But the second I saw it, he dipped his gaze, hiding himself from me.

“Alright then,” he said as he slapped his hand on the couch next to me and rocked himself back on his feet. He quickly stood, chuckling like he didn’t feel a speck of the weird awkwardness trembling inside me.

“What do you think?” he asked. “Worth trying it again, yeah?”

I stiffened, drawing in a sharp breath. What was he talking about? Was he saying he wanted to do it with me again?

Maybe we could change positions, and I could suck him off. Or maybe, if I could find even a drop of confidence in between the shattering nerves piercing my body, I could grab his collar and pull him into a kiss right now.

“What do you mean?” I croaked. My already battered heart was aching again, with no time to bask in what we’d done as he cocked his head to the side.

“Well, you could get Suzy to give it a go? I’m still surprised she hasn’t sucked you off. I’m sure she’d go for it if you asked. She still likes you, y’know? Even though you broke up.”

And my heart plummeted, even though it had fallen so far already, even in the haze of pleasure that wiped out everything else.

“Suzy and I aren’t really like that anymore…” And I didn’t want Brad to say anything else.

He looked down at me like we’d just been out for a jog or something. Both red-faced and panting, except my cock was softening and Brad looked like he’d been strangled.

“Right, I’m gonna clean my teeth. Who knows what might be swimming about in there?” Brad laughed again as he strolled off toward the bathroom without another word, leaving me gasping on the couch with my pants around my ass, my cock cooling in the warm air of the garage.

What was I supposed to do now?

I could still tell him when he came back. But he said he didn’t want to make it weird. Did telling him I was gay straight after coming in his mouth make it weird?

I literally had no idea anymore.

I sat there, staring at the East City Wranglers poster that we hung above the TV ten years ago when we promised each other we’d make it to the NHL. It had basically been the thing we looked up to, a full shot of the team underneath a huge bull skull logo.

What was going to happen to our poster now? One of us would have to take it, and the other would never see it again.

With Brad going to college, it made way more sense for it to go with him.

And then, what would I do? What would I have left of us, apart from memories like these?

By the time the inner garage door opened, I’d pulled up my pants and made up my mind.

I stayed, my fingers clenched on my lap, as Brad jumped around the side of the couch.

He swiped up his controller where he dropped it before he hit on me. Red, just like his lucky sneakers—just like the uniform he’d be wearing at Redhill U, playing for the college team, the Red Kites.

I sat there, just feeling his warmth, staring at the screen as he flicked through the menu to start another game. I wondered if I’d ever get to be this close to him again after I told him.

“Brad,” I said, forcing myself to look at him as I drew in a shaky breath. “I need to tell you something.”

He didn’t even look at me when he answered, “Aw, come on, Alex. Don’t make a thing about it. Seriously. It’s just a blow job; it doesn’t mean shit, okay?”

“No, but I—”

His gaze swept to mine. A trace of irritation showed in a quick scowl, and I snapped my mouth shut.

“It’s just another first, isn’t it? First kiss, first blowie. Next thing you know, I’ll be popping your cherry.” He hitched a brow with a smirk which said ‘yeah, right,’ before his attention went back to the screen.

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