Page 52 of Friendzone Hockey
The noise dies down, aside from some small sounds I hear next door from Dash’s room. Then nothing for two hours. I’m the one who can’t fall asleep now. He was fine for a few nights until he wasn’t. I want to make sure before I let myself close my eyes.
The knock on the door is so quiet I think I imagined it, but I jump all the same.
“Come in.”
It’s Dash and Buddy. He places the unicorn on top of my dresser. “Um, mind if we sleep in here? I can’t fall asleep.”
He’s wearing my hoodie again, lost in it. What would he look like in my jersey with a great big Alderchuck plastered on the back of it?
No. Nope. Not going there.
I open the covers and he dives in. Buddy glows pink in the distance and I wrap my body around him. He snuggles into me. We sigh in sync. His hands find my larger ones and the skin-on-skin contact ignites that bubbly-pop in my chest. I focus on breathing to distract me from it, but there’s nothing in the world that can distract me from his unique scent. It’s sweet with the underlying whiff of man.
Dear god, if there is one, please don’t let blood go to my dick right now.
It takes me thinking the worst things—reminding myself of what he’s told me about him and Robin so far—to stop it happening. I know that’s shitty, but those things make my heart break and my heart breaking is about the only thing stopping my dick from hardening between his perfect ass cheeks.
Dammit, Dashie, I don’t know if I’m gonna survive you.
My cock’s up before I am the next morning. Every guy gets morning wood, it’s easy enough to explain away, but the immediate hit of his scent and the bubbles in my fucking chest get me. Make me need him. I’ve gotta relieve myself or the rest of the day with him’s gonna be painful. I’ve also got to find a way to stop the unwanted boners if he’s gonna be crawling into my bed.
Sliding from the sheets, I pad barefoot to the shower. One hand bracing the wall, and a soapy hand stroking my cock, I moan out a fast orgasm. My toes curl, my nuts squeeze. Thank fuck I’m someone who can come from physical stimulation alone. I leave Dash way out of my thoughts. No way will Icondition my dick to need him. It already likes him way too much.
My head cleared—both of them—I’m ready to start making a late breakfast for the crew, but Casey and Dirk beat me to it.
“You want two eggs or three, bro?” Casey asks.
“Three.”
Dirk places a coffee mug down in front of me, studying me. But I guess he’s gotten to know something about me because they’re not angry eyes, just concerned ones. That means the cat’s out of the bag, and if I don’t say something they’re gonna get the wrong impression.
“Yeah, I let Dash sleep in my bed last night. He’s been having nightmares.”
“Fuck. Why didn’t he tell me? He coulda slept with me,” Dirk says.
“I forced it out of him. He tried to hide it from all of us because he knew we’d go Defcon Five on him.”
Dirk huffs. “He wasn’t wrong.”
I get an idea. “I think he should sleep with you some nights, though. Casey, too.”
“Hey, you know I’m always game for sleepovers,” Casey says. It’s part of why Jack stays over so much aside from their bestie status. Casey doesn’t like being alone since Mom died. He says that’s when the sad kicks in. The less he’s alone, the less he stews in sad.
Dash makes his way into the kitchen, yawning, his messy hair flopping all over the place. He smiles in my direction. He’s wearing my hoodie, but he finds his way to Dirk’s open arms. Dirk kisses the top of his head.
“You’re sleeping with me tonight, bro,” Dirk says.
“You fucking told him, Alderchuck,” Dash mumbles against Dirk’s skin, but he doesn’t sound mad.
I wanna steal him back from Dirk. He should be in my arms, not all the way over there in another man’s arms.
“I saw you slipping into Stacey’s room in the middle of the night. I had questions,” Dirk’s husky voice says.
It’s the first time he’s had my back about something. I guess he approves if he didn’t stop him last night. I get up to fish a hair elastic out of the drawer and tie my hair back.
Casey’s adding cheese to toast. “What’s that smell?” he says.
“Shit, bacon’s burning,” Dirk screeches.
