Page 5 of First Puck

Sighing, I grimaced for the hundredth time as the taste of beer spread over my tongue. I scowled at it after one more sip and dropped the bottle to the pebbles between my feet.

I guess I got off easy, really. Sitting alone, watching the bright fire dance with people was way better than watching Brad’s face fall when he realized how I felt.

Brad

Icouldn’t stop thinking about it.

Like,reallycouldn’t stop thinking about it.

Alex had never had his cock sucked.

Ever.

Not even once.

Not even a little bit.

And it just kept circling round and round in my head since he told me last night.

We were sitting on the same couch he’d had for years. We’d been playing Xbox on this couch in his parent’s garage since we were kids. This couch was, like, our thing. The dirty orange suede three-piece couch that was all crinkled and scratched from so many years of us sitting our asses down to fuck around was basically our second home.

We spent more time on the couch than we did in our bedrooms. Every day after hockey practice, and sometimes all weekend, we’d sit here and play or do our homework or chat about girls and I just…

Alex had never had his cock sucked.

He’d scooted right to the edge of the couch, the tip of his tongue poked out the corner of his mouth like he always did when he focused.

“Come on!” Alex swung around as the death sound blared from the TV, glaring at me from the other end of our couch. “That was totally easy, Brad. What the hell were you doing just standing there?”

I ran my eyes over him, taking him in like I never had before. We’d both seriously bulked out since we began weight training years ago. I mean, yeah, there were those rumors about him being gay, but he’d been on and off with Suzy for so long that no one even thought about it anymore. Plus, Suzy was super possessive and beat them back with her tits.

But, like, he was hot. He was taller than me by at least half a head, his muscles were bigger, and his thick brown hair looked great in a ponytail running over his shoulders. He was growing into one of those pretty faces I knew they’d use for ads when he left to play for the Wranglers.

But still…

“You’ve really never had your dick sucked?” I cut through his rant, just going straight for it. We must have talked about it at some point—I was totally happy telling him all the stuff I didwith the girls I hooked up with, but I couldn’t actually remember him telling me about anything he’d done.

“Yeah, Brad.” He scowled at me before flipping his attention back to the TV. “Can you drop it? It’s just a thing, okay?”

My brow furrowed as he leaned forward, his solid thighs spread as he pushed his elbows onto his knees. Thighs that were definitely strong enough for someone to grip as they went down on him.

“But you’re going off to the big leagues,” I said after a pause. “Like, you can’t go to the NHL without having your dick sucked, dude. I’m pretty sure it’s a law.”

It wasn’t that I hated talking about him getting drafted, but there was a little pulse of hurt whenever I mentioned it. Not that I cared he got drafted before me—he deserved it way more. But he was leaving town.

And he was leaving me.

I’d already accepted my place on the Redhill Kites to train at the college and try for another year. But I couldn’t imagine that year without Alex. It had been driving me nuts since I first realized I was going to have to go a whole three hundred and sixty-five days without seeing him.

Sure, he’d come home from games and stuff, but it wasn’t the same. We wouldn’t beus.

Because that was the thing, really. When Alex left, who was I going to hang out with? Everyone else on the team rocked, the girls at school were always up for some fun, but Alex was the one I always wanted to be around, even if he was being grumpy as fuck. If he asked me to hang out, I’d drop everything, even if it was a party I’d been dying to go to. Even when Alex was in a bad mood, hanging out with him was just as good as anything else, especially if hockey was involved.

And I didn’t know what I was going to do when he was gone.

It was like a gaping hole that had been eating away inside me ever since he got drafted.

That’s why I wanted to make sure this was the best summer of his life. I wanted him to think this summer was so fucking amazing that he’d never forget me, even if he went off and made new friends. Obviously, I was always going to be his first friend, and no one could take that away from me, but what if he found other people?

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