Page 47 of First Puck

“How would you feel if you were?” Porter smirked in a super annoying way that reminded me of his cousin.

I didn’t have a reply for him. Because I couldn’t say what the ugly feeling screwing up my insides actually was.

“Anyway, enjoy the rest of your night. I’ll probably be back tomorrow, so don’t wait up.” He threw me a wink, exactly like Lance would, before grabbing his keys and sailing out the door.

I managed another five minutes before the next moan traveled from Alex’s room.

I was literally sitting right here, and they were fucking in his bedroom. And I was out on the couch with a boner listening out for them like a perv.

I made myself pay attention to every single detail of the game on the wide screen, like that would somehow stop me from getting hard over remembering Alex’s scent and his need and how much he’d wanted me last summer. His nervous twitches, his little gasps…fuck, even the way he said my name when he was so turned on he thrust into my mouth.

And I pretended it wasn’t the sexiest thing in my life because I didn’t want him to hate me. It felt like I’d forced myself on him, even though he didn’t say no, and the only way to fix it was to pretend it never happened. Because that’s what we both wanted, I thought.

And now this.

Alex actually fucking someone else? Leaning over them and pushing his dick into them and taking control and stuff like that?

I bit my lip as I took out another soldier before getting behind a building and checking for more insurgents.

Alex wouldn’t do that, not with Lance, at least. Lance looked like he was always in charge. And Alex would moan and writhe so softly as someone else took control, like he’d done with me.

I looked side to side just to extra double check no one was around.

Opening my knees, I grit my jaw and squeezed my hand around my cock. Just over my sweats, nothing else. I needed to get my cock and brain to stop conspiring against me and shut the fuck up.

But it felt good, holding myself and thinking of Alex. I used my palm to grind on my cock as the game kept playing and the music hid the rustle of my clothes.

I couldn’t see Alex being the lead when I knew how easy it was to wind him up. Last year, it just took a few kisses on his neck and some strokes, and he’d been ready for my mouth.

I craned my head as my eyes flicked to his door—if they really were fucking, they wouldn’t come out for at least another twenty minutes.

That was enough time, right?

Shit, I was going to hell.

I dropped my controller beside me as I reached for the string of my sweats.

It wasn’t like I hadn’t jerked off over him before. That blow job had been seriously hot, and it still got me going more than some of the girls I’d fucked since then. But with Alex on the other side of the door, it kind of felt like a betrayal. But he was betraying me by bringing Lance into his room and fucking him instead of going out and grabbing a hotel with all of Lance’s money.

Well, sort of betraying.

I didn’t know how, but it was definitely a betrayal.

Just as my fingers were slipping under my waistband, Alex’s door creaked open, and I got my hand out faster than white lightning.

The back of the couch blocked anyone from seeing, but holy shit. My heart rate was at light speed as I spun around.

And I tensed up as Lance swanned out with a fucking towel around his hips.

It had barely been ten minutes, and he’d finished already? Seriously?

I’d last way longer than that.

Lance’s beach-blonde hair was all messed up and his lips were that pink puffy red I always got from too much kissing. I pressed my tongue into the roof of my mouth as I swore I caught a sheen on his stomach that could be more than sweat.

Lance grinned as he met my eyes, arching a brow before sauntering off toward the kitchen.

We were always naked in the showers after practice, but looking at the towel tight around Lance’s ass the way Alex would, I could see why he was down to fuck.

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