Page 25 of Shift Change

After a few minutes, still chilly, I inched nearer to him, stopping as soon as I was close enough to steal some body heat.

Dog let out an indistinct sound—half-moan, half-snore.

I relaxed, and my gaze drifted from his slightly parted lips, to the stubble along his jaw, and the arm he’d thrown over the pillow on the other side from me. It was bent so his bicep was flexed. His scent surrounded me, body wash from the arena mixed with a musk I’d noticed before. It was enough to start trouble.

My mind drifted back to the team shower after morning skate. Dog and I had stood across from each other. The memories slammed into me, the lazy way his cock and balls hung underneath him. They’d begged me to look, and I hadn’t been able to resist. Water was running down his body and over his cock, then rolled off the tip in a thin stream. We finished washing off at the same time, and I couldn’t help noticing the beads of water on his skin and the careless way he’d dried off, half-talking, half-laughing as he skimmed the towel over himself. He either didn’t notice, or didn’t care, how exposed he was. But with a body like that—and one of the biggest cocks on the team—why should he?

I’d looked too long, and now I couldn’t stop imagining it. His cock had weight and presence. Now, mere inches away from him, forbidden thoughts filled my mind. I imagined what it would be like to have his dick in my hand, warm and heavy, twitching as I stroked him.If I did it now, would he moan? Would he shift in his sleep and instinctively thrust against my palm?

My itching fingers curled into the sheet.

Jesus, what the hell am I doing?It was only a weird fantasy, right? It must have been triggered by the months I’d gone without sex and the vulnerability we’d shared last night. I didn’t actuallywantDog; I’d needed to fantasize about being that close to someone again, and there he was—warm, easy to be with, and very close by. He was my buddy, and we were both straight.

Fuck all.Even if watching your roommate sleep wasn’t weird, lying a few inches away from him with a massive boner sure as hell was.

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mad dog

Warmth wrappedaround me like a heavy quilt, anchoring me in the hazy space between dreaming and waking. I’d been in bed with someone, but every time I leaned in to kiss her, she turned her head. No matter what I did, her mouth stayed just out of reach. It drove me crazy because if we weren’t kissing, we sure weren’t doing anything else.

The memory slipped through my mind, fuzzy and frustrating, but not enough to wake me fully. My body was too content. The sheets were soft, the air was still, and something solid and steady was pressed against my back. I didn’t want to move.

As another tug from sleep pulled me under, the dream returned. She felt good snuggled against my back with her arms wrapped around me. I tried to remember what she looked like. Brown hair, hazel eyes, lots of muscles, and neatly trimmed scruff. He was beautiful, so I turned over and tried to kiss him again, but no go. Even asleep, he pressed his lips together and turned his head away.

Shit. I couldn’t remember ever wanting anyone this much. My dick was hard enough to ache, so maybe if I crawled on top of Holky, he’d…

Holky? Holy fucking shit!

My eyes jerked open, so I was awake, right? At least I thought I was. Had I been asleep? Fucking hell, was I dreaming about Holky, or had it been real?

It couldn’t be real because he was in his room. I forced myself to focus and glance at the door. It was still closed, so Holky was down the hall.

Whatever I’d been dreaming, the part about my dick being as hard as a rock was true. I needed to figure out why the fuck I’d had a dream like that about my new buddy.A dream, I told myself.It was only a dream.

Behind me, someone groaned. The voice was low, and all at once, everything came back: Holky knocking on my door, saying he was cold, both of us nervous as hell. My heart had fluttered when he crawled into bed with me, turning my brain into a tangle of nerves and confusion.

Unsure if he was asleep, I tried to turn over to see him. It was no use because he was wrapped around me, with an arm slung across my chest and a leg draped over mine. He groaned again, andholy shit. That was a dick. A hard one. Pressed right up against my ass. I squeaked—squeaked—and froze in place.

“What?” His voice was rough.

He’d loosened his grip enough for me to roll over, and this was sure as hell no dream. The second I saw him, need roared through me, hot and sudden. My pulse slammed so hard I could feel it in the ache of my cock. Holky—Jesus,Holky—was still wrapped around me. His breath, which had been hot against my neck, now ghosted across my face. Every inch of me was pressed against him, and it felt right.

His eyes fluttered open, and a sleepy smile tugged at his lips until he blinked fully awake and gasped. “Fuck. Oh God, I’m sorry.”

We stared at each other, panting like we’d run sprints. Then he shifted, and our cocks brushed together.Holy hell.My spine lit up, and a low moan slipped out. He was as hard as I was, and it felt insanely good.

Wait—what the fuck? That was his dick. Mine touched his. I’ve never touched a guy’s dick before. Shouldn’t I be panicking? Isn’t this the part where I bolt out of bed and lock myself in the bathroom with an icy shower and a lot of deep, manly regrets?

But I didn’t move. I couldn’t.

At least not until another jolt running up my spine made me rock my hips. Our cocks bumped again, and we both groaned. His eyes went wide. Mine probably did too.

We were… Well, what the fuckwerewe doing? I couldn’t think because all I wanted to do was kiss him. It made no sense because I’d never even thought about kissing a guy, yet there I was, practically vibrating with the urge to lean in and see if his lips were as soft as they looked.

I braced myself for the freakout. It had to be coming, right? Any second now. I was in bed with a man—ateammate, for fuck’s sake—and all I could think about was kissing him. That was unbelievable. Kisses meant something. They said things you didn’t have the guts to say out loud. But what the hell was it I couldn’t say?

I was straight. So was Holky. My boner was simply a physical reaction. It’s probably normal to get this turned on when another guy wraps himself around you in your sleep. It should probably be in a brochure somewhere:“Congratulations! You’re being spooned into a sexuality crisis. Please remain calm.”

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