Page 30 of Flagrant Foul
It’s going to be a good game.
Capaldi looks up to take aim. It’s a necessary pause, but still a mistake. It breaks his stride and tells me a story. A story titled:Fear and Hesitation. I dig deep with my right skate, leaning forward, and blasting out of the goal with no fear. No hesitation. Capaldi’s eyes widen, white rings visible all the way around his pupils, as I close the space between us. He looks frantically for a teammate and then at the goal. It buys me the time I need to get to him.
He’s alone.
It’s me and the puck, and it’s a good game.
I close in on him and go low, hitting him so hard he flies into the air and somersaults over me. He lands in a heap to my left. His stick is to my right. I scoop up the puck and flick it to Sev. He flies down the ice with it, passing it to Bryce, all but wrapped up in a pretty bow.
It finds the back of the net with a satisfying swish.
Adrenaline is still flowing freely through my veins. My breathing has slowed, but my heart is still beating hard from our victory. I’m hot and sweaty. Pent up in the locker room as players fist bump me and jostle me from side to side as I take off my pads. I love it, but I’m agitated. Too hot. Too wired. I take my time stripping my safety gear off, stopping now and again to take a drink of water.
It does nothing to sate me.
It’s humid in the locker room thanks to the steam coming from the showers. That makes me pent up too. Sev’s in the shower right now. He probably has his head under the spout. There’s probably water flowing down his body, and there’s definitely steam all around him.
The steam I’m breathing in has probably been in the shower with Sev. The steam I’m breathing in has probably touched his skin.
Jesus fucking fuck. What is it with me and steam lately?
Sev comes sauntering out of the shower buck naked like he always does, and I realize too late that I’vemistimed my exit. Normally, I take considerable care to ensure I’m undressed and ready to shower at almost the exact time he’s leaving the shower. If I keep my back turned as he walks past, I can usually mostly avoid seeing him naked.
No such luck tonight.
Fuck my entire life.
Fuck hockey and saving goals. Fuck winning games. Fuck steam and mostly fuck Sev Delorean for wearing his nudity the same way he wears a suit.
He might have a long list of personality flaws, but physically, he’s perfect. He’s a tall, muscular dream with long legs and wet hair. I try not to look, but…he’s right there. Slap bang in my line of sight. He doesn’t have a stitch of clothing on or a care in the world. His toiletry bag dangles from his hand and his towel is nowhere to be seen. He strolls to his locker, nonchalant as you fucking please. No. More nonchalant than that. As nonchalant as the nonchalant fucker who invented nonchalance in the first place.
I yank off my compression pants and top and deliberate what to do about my jock. On the one hand, it’s padded and tight, and probably exactly what my dick needs, but on the other, I can’t shower with it on.
Thankfully, Lockie saves me from my dilemma, coming over and plopping down next to me on my bench. He’s showered too, but unlike Sev, he doesn’t have tiny rivulets of water running down his spine. That’s because he knows how to dry himself.
I have a good mind to educate Sev on the matter. How long must we all suffer because of his ignorance? He’s twenty-eight. Why hasn’t he learned to use a towel properly yet?
Another key difference between Lockie and Sev is that Lockie understands that there’s no harm in wrapping a towel around your waist when you’re fresh out of the shower in a public space. There’s no downside to it. It hurts no one.
“That save was unreal, Tee,” says Lockie. Sev clears his throat loudly. Lockie glances in Sev’s direction and corrects. “That save was unreal,MisterDog.”
As he says it, he bats his lashes at me and nudges his shoulder against mine. For funsies, I do it back.
If I thought Sev’s eyes were black before, they weren’t. They’re black holes now. Endless and vast. He’s staring daggers at Lockie, and it’s fucking me up.
Why does he do this shit if he doesn’t want me?
That man doesn’t knowwhat he wants.
Oh Jesus. Not this again. I try to quiet my mind, but I’m unsuccessful thanks to Sev and his beautiful dick, which happens to be lolling between his legs as he moves, swaying casually five or six yards away from me.
I’ve never seen it hard, and thank God for small mercies. I don’t need to see it hard to know it’s a weapon. It’s bad enough seeing it soft. Even soft, it has a nice girth. A nice weight. A lot of extra skin. His skin is darker there than on the rest of his body. His balls are big. Full and heavy-looking. Slightly pinker than usual from the heat of the shower. His pubic hair is black, thick, and neatly trimmed.
He’s currently stepping into his suit pants despite the fact that he doesn’t have underwear on.
He does that. Goes commando when he’s wearing a suit.
It kills me stone dead.
