Page 26 of Stick By Me

With a faint smile, Leo said, “Okay. How about we talk about our date? Where do you want to go?” He tongued the corner of his mouth.

God, he was killing me with his tongue. Was it possible to get off on a guy’s tongue through the phone? My dick ached and I gave it a quick stroke through my joggers. “How about a sushi place? Do you like sushi?” It was tasty and healthy.

“Yeah, I love sushi. We could go to Kabuki over at Tempe Marketplace.” He snuck his lower lip between his teeth.

I circled the head of my dick with my palm and my breath caught as sensation flared up my spine. Fuck, I was jacking off with him on the phone. Too late now to stop it. “What um…what night can you go? I have games on Friday and Saturday so um…” I rubbed down my shaft and my balls tingled. My breath quickened and I fought to slow it down.

“Thursday? Can you go on Thursday?” His tongue swiped over his upper lip and his eyes darkened.

“Yeah, Thursday works.” I slid my hand under the band of my joggers and into my briefs, stroking slowly up and down my hard-as-fuck dick, and it pulsed in my hand, precum slicking the head. I had to watch it. He’d probably think I was a freak if he knew what I was doing. But I needed to see that tongue of his again. “S-so what are you doing?” Shit, what sort of a question was that?

“Uh, lying on my bed in my room. You?” He lifted the edge of his plump mouth.

“Just um, lying on the bed in my hotel room.” I stroked a little faster, the edge of climax tightening my balls, a shiver working up my spine. I wasn’t going to come with him on the phone. That would be obvious.

“Yeah? Who are you rooming with?” He flicked his tongue over his lower lip.

Fuck yeah, that’s it. My cock jerked in my hand and pleasure pulsed through me. I was close, too fucking close. “I’m rooming with um, with um…” What the fuck was his name? Oh. “Jonah. I’m rooming with?—”

“Jonah. You okay? You look flushed.” He twisted his lips, then brought the phone closer to his face, his mouth opening.

I wanted to fuck his mouth. Oh God, I wanted to fill him right up. As pleasure threatened to crest, I squeezed my cock. “Um, I-I need to get going. I’m fine, really. I’ll text you when I get back.” I was going to come and make a fool of myself.

“Okay, see you soon.” He smiled into the phone.

“Yeah, see you.” Hanging up the call, I dropped my phone to my side and pumped my cock, thrusting my hips. As my climax surged, sensation wove through every fiber of my body, curling my toes. I tipped my head back and groaned, over and over aseach wave shuddered through me and my dick spurted cum over my hand and into my underwear. As it slowed, I fought to catch my breath.

“Holy shit.” I relaxed into the bed. I had a mess to clean up and probably some explaining to do the next time I saw Leo. But fuck, that had been one of the best jerk off sessions ever.

Thursday,after a day of classes, studying and practice, I showered up at home, then opened my closet door and slid my best jeans up my legs, the ones that made my ass look good. I was set to meet Leo for dinner at six. Perusing the closet for a shirt, I tapped my finger to my lips. Should I go with a button down, a thin sweater or something else?

My door shook with a hard knock. “Archer, can I come in?” Jonah’s deep voice filtered through the door.

“Yeah.” I removed a thin gray sweater from a hanger and slipped it over my head.

Jonah swung the door open and stepped inside. “My, you look nice. Date?” He cocked his head, looking me over from head to toe.

With a choked laugh, I said, “No, just dinner with Leo.” Was he going to buy it? It was sort of the truth.

“Uh-huh. Your newfriend.” He planted his hand on my shoulder. “Mason said he overheard Coach Patterson after practice today on the phone talking about you with someone. Maybe a scout?” He squeezed my shoulder, then dropped his arm. “You’ve been playing really well this year—” he huffed a laugh “—Except for that stupid faceoff you lost.”

“Are you sure it wasn’t my dad Coach was talking to?” I pulled the hem of my sweater over my jeans, then tucked the front into the waistband.

“Does your dad talk to Coach?” He placed his hand high up on the wall, then leaned on it. “No, he doesn’t. Face it, you mightget lucky and get picked up if you go free agent at the end of this year. It happens.”

“Yeah, I’ll believe it when I see it.” I slid the closet door shut. I wasn’t good enough for the NHL, was I? Fuck, that was my dad’s voice talking. “Anyways, where did I put my phone?” I looked over my dark wood bed frame and ran my hand through the crumpled blue comforter. Had I left it on the bed?

He strolled to my dresser and picked my phone up. “Here, it’s right here.” He held it out, then picked up the framed photo of me and Mom, back when I was in high school. “You know she’d be proud of you either way.”

An ache wound through my chest. “Yeah, I know.” I plucked the phone out of his hand and stuffed it in my pocket.

“Hey, has your dad called you at all?” He peered at me.

“No, he hasn’t.” I pursed my lips. In fact, he hadn’t called since the night I’d hung up on him. A knot formed in my gut. But maybe it was for the best, so he couldn’t fuck with my head anymore. My skating and focus seemed to have gotten better without his bullshit remarks. “I have to get going or I’ll be late.” As I made to pass Jonah, he planted his hand on my chest, stopping me.

“Archer.” His lips quirked with an almost grin. “Have a good time on your date. He’s a keeper, I can tell.”

“Stop it.” Warmth flooded my cheeks, and I dipped my head, sidestepping by him. I wasn’t fooling him.

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