Page 67 of Flagrant Foul
“Are you okay?” I ask.
“You played well tonight,” he says at almost the same time. He looks down at his feet and then up at my face. His eyes flick from my left eye to my right and then dip down to my nose. “That was some goal you stopped.” Left eye. Right eye. Dip down to my chin. “You were…on the Jumbotron. Your eyes were…really big. You skated around the goal three times. I saw you… You like things in threes, huh?”
Wait. Is hetryingto makeconversation?
Something is very wrong here. Sev doesn’t make conversation. He makes obvious jokes. Other people make conversation, and if he deems it appropriate, he responds.
I’m confused and tired, and despite my best efforts, my body is starting to react from being close to formidable Sev. Heatwaves lap at my face. At my neck and my chest. At my dick. Warming me. Burning me. Making me stiffen.
My throat goes bone dry.
I fumble as I remove my keycard from the little cardboard holder it’s in.
Jesus, he’s standing close.
Why’s he so close?
He bows his head slightly and a soft puff of breath hits my face.
Left eye. Right eye. Bottom lip.
“So, like.” His voice is different from usual. A strangled husk that spins in his throat. “You good?”
“Uh.” My mind has gone blank. All new-me thoughts wiped clean.
Left eye. Right eye. Bottom lip again.
Wait. Did he just move closer?
“Do you have everything you need, Tee?”
I don’t have a single thing I need.
My head bobs loosely on its hinges all the same.
Sev doesn’t step back, so I reach down awkwardly for my bag, still crowded, and turn to tap my key against the reader. My bag bumps into him as I do it. The door unlocks. There’s an awful, mechanical grating finality to it.
“N-night,” I stammer as I cross the threshold.
The door swings shut, and I’m left reeling.What the hell was that?That wasn’t normal. That was weird as fuck. Sev was being weird. There’s no doubt about it. I thought I’d seen all his moods, but I’ve never seen him like that. He wasn’t himself. He was nervous and trying to make conversation and…
Jesus Christ.
I’mtryingto be a better version of myself here, but how the hell am I supposed to do it when he’s being like this? How? How am I supposed to not sexually objectify him when he looks at me like he wants to consume me?
Oh fuck.
I’m hot. I have too many clothes on. Unlike Sev, I wear a suit like a suit. Like an uncomfortable garment made of too much fabric. I rip my jacket and tie off, and unbutton two shirt buttons. It doesn’t help. I can’t get a good breath, so I unbutton two more and shuck off my shoes and socks.
I’m still too hot.
I’m horny too. So fucking horny my dick hurts. I can’t have this. Sev being weird while I’m being a better man is a terrible combination. I need to settle down and clear my head. I need to chill.
I need to nut. That’s what I need. Stat.
Maybe I will have to sexually objectify Sev again. Just a tiny bit. Maybe just once more.
I press the heel of my hand down on my shaft. Fuck. I’m so hard. It feels so good that I do it again as I struggle with my fly with the other hand.
