Page 59 of Zero Pucks

Neither did I. I was on PrEP, and I’d just been tested since the whole Vegas thing, but I wasn’t going to ask him to trust me.

“We can do other things tonight, and I’ll make a trip to Walgreens tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow,” he echoed.

I pulled back to look at him. “You’re not leaving tomorrow, are you?” I realized right then I had no idea when he was supposed to go back.

He shook his head and bit his lip, his expression shy. “No. My flight isn’t for a while yet.”

That wasn’t a concrete answer, but it was good enough for now. I went back to kissing him, slowly backing him toward the bed until his ass hit the mattress. He leaned into it as I bucked my hips into his, and I knew if I stayed here long enough, I could come just from this.

It had been so long—especially now that I knew for sure nothing had happened in Vegas. I was primed to go off like a fucking bottle rocket.

I was going to paint him in come if I wasn’t careful.

“Didn’t you say something about too many clothes?” he asked, putting a hand to my chest.

I blinked down at him. “Ooh. Okay, demanding.” He flushed, and I nipped at the pink flooding his cheeks. “I like it. And yes, we do have way too many clothes. But uh…I need a piss first. Once I take my legs off, getting in and out of this bed is going to be a giant pain in the ass.

He grimaced, then looked around. “I have an idea. Come with me.” He seized my hand and pulled me out the door and through the one across the hall from us.

Inside was a small room with no bathroom, and the bed there was huge and practically on the floor. It was nothing more than a box spring and a mattress.

It was perfect.

“Okay,” I said, giving an impressed whistle. I tucked my fingers into his belt loops and hauled him back so I could rock my stiff dick against the globes of his peachy ass. “I can get behind this. Do me a favor and get comfortable while I do my thing.”

“Your thing,” he echoed with a smile. He turned and surged in for one last kiss before letting me go. “Leave the door open so you don’t have to mess with the knob after you take your legs off. There’s no one here to bother us.”

That was true. The beauty of no meddling roommates, though Boden had seen pretty much everything I had on offer. And he’d never been impressed with it, though I think he might put up a fight if I start dragging my sex-butt all over the living room floor.

I didn’t turn to look behind me as I headed into the bathroom, and I shut the door with a firm click before flicking on the light and finding the toilet. It was a small space, so I dropped my jeans and kicked them off my feet before pressing my knees to the sides of the toilet bowl.

That had been a trick they taught me in PT when I was learning to see the world through one eye. Who knew I needed both eyes for accurate aim?

I was better at it now. My aim was amazing. Not just in the toilet bowl but shots on goal, and now hopefully going after this one thing that I wanted more than I’d ever wanted anyone in the world.

Not even my ex had gotten my heart rate up the way Amedeo did.

I loved her as much as I’d been able to love anyone back then with my bitter anger toward my family and my hyperfocus on my hockey goals. And that was probably unfair to her, but I was a different man now.

Maybe better, who knew.

But at the very least, I wanted to be. Even if I couldn’t keep Amedeo, I knew right in that moment I wanted to be someone worthy of a guy like him.

Shit, I was all worked up again. I washed my hands, splashed water on my face, then stared in the mirror with my nose a few inches away so I could see myself clearly. I turned my head slightly from left to right, then pulled on the dark bags under my eye.

I wasn’t at my best, but I wasn’t at my worst. I’d showered after the game so I didn’t smell like a gym bag, so yeah. I was alright. All I had to do now was open the door, cross over the hallway, and climb into bed with him.

Simple as that.

CHAPTERFOURTEEN

TUCKER

It tookme seven and a half minutes before I found the courage to turn the knob, and it was only because I heard Amedeo tentatively calling my name, his tone worried. Taking a breath, I walked back in and lost all the air in my lungs at the sight of him lounging back on top of the covers, naked save for his boxers, his palm pressed over his dick.

From where I was standing, I couldn’t see clearly enough to tell if he was hard, but I had a feeling he wasn’t. I was making this weird.

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