Page 110 of Friendzone Hockey
I kick the boxers away, step past him into the shower, and turn it on without answering his question. I’m in hell now, Imight as well enjoy the fire. Steam rises around me, fogging up the glass. “You coming?”
“Hell yeah, I aaah?—”
There’s just enough time to spin. My slick arms slide around his torso, his feet slip and slide a few times before he gains purchase. I hold onto him for dear life, heart hammering against my ribcage. Dash’s unique man-sweat smell hits my nostrils, sending my arousal into orbit.
“My hero,” he teases.
I might die in this shower.
His skin is hot. My cock’s pressed against his cheeks. How fucking good would it feel to rut against him?
Goddammit.
A jolt of pleasure goes straight to my nuts. Holding back is utter agony.
Letting go, I give him a stern look.
“I know, I know—slow down, Dash,” he says, imitating me. “But I’m excited. This is new for us. I like this new thing.”
“It’s not new. We’ve showered in the locker room a hundred times.” I don’t know why I’m arguing that. This is different. It’s all kinds of different. Okay, so I’m downplaying it. Can you blame me? Dash is slippery and naked. Naked Dash is terrifying.
Turning away, I head back under the spray, wetting my coif of hockey hair. Dash—naked Dash—slides his arms around me from behind.
“What are you doing?” It’s almost a shriek.
“It’s cold. I’m not standing in the cold, Stace.”
Well, if he’s cold, I guess this is okay.
He hugs me close, every ripple of his bumpy abs imprints on my skin. “I think you’re better looking than Bieksa, did you know?”
His dick doesn’t think so. It’s still showing no signs of life. “I didn’t know.” I hold his arm around me and wet my hair underthe showerhead at the same time. Dash gets wet by default. I’m keeping him warm. Just keeping him warm. This is already way further than I intended to go. I’m not mad about it, but this is it.
Completely it.
But fuck would I love to see what his mouth feels like around my cock.
“Would it be weird if we did this more often? I really like this. It feels like when we cuddle on the couch. Or in your bed,” he says.
I shake my head. “It wouldn’t be weird for me.” Huh. Maybe this is going well. Maybe he’ll forget about Syd.
Make a move. Do something, Alderchuck.
What would I do if he were mine?
Besides push him against the wall and ram my cock deep, deep inside.
Dash’s love language is being taken care of. That’s PG enough. I can do that.
I forget about what my dick’s doing, that we’re naked and slippery. I forget about the thumping in my ribcage. Spinning him, I place him under the showerhead, facing me, and run my fingers through his wet hair, trying to imbibe all the love I have for him into every touch.
Did I choose my shampoo because I wanna make him smell like me? Yeah, maybe. Definitely. I take my time, massaging his scalp until his pretty head’s a helmet of foam.
“Mmmm, feels so good. Barely feel the sting on my ass cheek anymore.” He laughs with his eyes closed.
“Tilt your head back, smartass.”
He smirks, behaving himself, and I direct the water, rinsing the soap away. He’s sexy with his dark hair slicked back.
