Page 25 of Broken Ice
Beau yelped as Emilio suddenly disappeared, leaving him leaning on the wall precariously.
“Jesus,” Beau complained, regaining his footing. “Give a guy a warning.”
“Fuck. Sorry, I don’t know what…” Emilio looked lost, eyes wide.
“Nah, it’s fine. I meant the way you fucking shot off me like a startled cat.” Beau rubbed at his neck subconsciously. “You get what you wanted?”
Emilio’s mouth clicked shut audibly. His gaze skipped over the bed and the TV, returning to Beau. “Yeah. Thanks.”
“Oki-doke. See you tomorrow, then.”
“Yeah.”
Without further fanfare, Emilio turned, fiddling with the door handle for a second, and disappearing into the hallway.
Beau ran a hand down his face. Great, now he had to go jerk off to the memory of Emilio’s teeth on his neck.
His life wassohard.
***
Beau, being the patient, magnanimous person he was, gave Emilio two whole days to stop being weird.
Well, it was more like a day and a half. He was rounding up.
Beau ambushed Emilio after practice. They were in Miami, so he knew the right corners to hide behind. “What is it, then?”
Emilio tensed, shoulders a straight, broad line. God, the guy was wide. Beau could just sink his teeth into—
Nope. No. Nuh-uh.
“What?” Emilio groaned.
“You’re avoiding me.”
“I’m seriously not. We just spent like three hours together.”
“We spent three hoursaroundeach other. There’s a difference. See, you can’t even look at me now! You’re acting like you’re allergic to me.”
Emilio settled his dark gaze on him. “No, I’m not.”
“Yes, you are.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Yes, you—you know what? We’re going out to lunch,” Beau proclaimed.
Emilio grimaced.
“Seriously? That’s the face you’re making?”
“Urgh. Fine.”
“I’m gonna ‘urgh’ my foot up your ass if you don’t start acting happy about me blessing you with my presence.”
“More like cursing,” Emilio muttered.
Beau kicked the back of his knee, making Emilio buckle.
