Page 59 of Fresh Ice
Alonso and Levy were set to leave for the offseason on the same day—Alonso to Alberta and Levy to Minnesota.
Alonso had never been one to sit and reflect on things—it was easier to just put one foot in front of the other and charge ahead.
He couldn’t help but think about how different everything was now compared to the start of the season, though. It wasn’t just that somebody now knew his secret—something he’d never thought would happen—it was how far his priorities had shifted. How he didn’t feel like one single person battling against the world anymore.
It sucked having to leave early, to not make the playoffs when there had been such high hopes for their team in September. He felt a little guilty thinking it, but Alonso hoped some of the coaching staff would be let go during the summer. There was a massive disconnect between them and the team, and it was affecting their progress.
On top of everything, Alonso knew that whatever he and Levy had been doing for the past few months had to end. They’d be on different sides of the continent, and Alonso couldn’t imagine coming back in the fall and just picking up where they left off.
As much as Alonso wanted to pretend that what was going on between them was nothing more than a temporary outlet, he was getting more and more wrapped up in it.
Alonso had to start keeping his distance and make sure he wasn’t asking for more than he could get. He didn’t ask Levy what he was up to during the summer, not wanting to hear about trips with friends that didn’t include Alonso.
Their lease didn’t end until October, so even if they ended up not living together the following season, Alonso didn’t have to worry about that until they returned. He just packed the stuff he would need for summer, staring at his suitcase and dreading the long months ahead stuck with his dad. He was already getting enough grief about ignoring some of his dad’s calls…he didn’t want to think about what would happen when they were face-to-face.
But that was a worry for later.
Levy peeked into his room. “You done?”
“Pretty much.” Alonso sighed, unsure what to do next.
“Food?”
“Sure.” He wasn’t hungry, but it was better than sitting and brooding alone.
Supper was a quiet affair. Alonso was lost in his own world, compiling a list of all the stuff he needed to do once he got to Alberta.
It was obvious that Levy was trying to make it a night like any other, putting on the TV and attempting to strike up a conversation, but Alonso just wasn’t in the mood to give anything but quiet, monosyllabic answers. Eventually, Levy gave up, letting the quiet fall over them.
Alonso wondered if Levy had somebody at home whom he slept with. If Alonso was as easily replaceable as he felt.
It was stupid to sleep together that last night. Alonso knew it was, but it didn’t give him the strength to push Levy off when he kissed him, letting himself be guided into his room, onto his bed.
They didn’t say anything as they undressed each other with slow movements, Levy’s lips brushing every inch of exposed skin. Alonso’s hands grasped of their own volition, keeping Levy as close as possible.
When they came together, it was face to face, chest to chest, their mouths panting into each other. Levy set up a steady pace, Alonso arching up to meet him, revelling in being so full. So connected. The drag of Levy’s cock against his rim was maddening, almost as good as the way Levy would unerringly find Alonso’s prostate every time.
It was so easy to get lost in Levy. Alonso didn’t know if he wanted to find his way out.
Pleasure shook the core of him, his nails scrabbling at Levy’s back. He was letting out small, wounded noises he couldn’t control, Levy lapping them up from his mouth insatiably.
“Come on,” Levy murmured. “That’s it, baby. Come on.”
Alonso fell over the edge with a cry, shaking apart as Levy groaned in his throat and followed a moment later.
They lay there, Levy still inside of him, for as long as they could.
It felt like a goodbye.
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The return to Alberta was nothing short of claustrophobic.
His mom greeted him with a big hug and a kiss, and, for once, Alonso let himself accept it. His dad wasn’t one for displays of affection, clapping him on the shoulder and saying, “Don’t think you’re going to slack off just because it’s summer, eh?”
Alonso just smiled tightly, stopping himself from asking his dad when he’d ever slacked off in his life.
It didn’t take long to realise there was no way he could live with his parents for several months. He found a small apartment in a nearby town, waiting until the last few days to tell his mom and dad that he was moving.
