Page 93 of Two Guys One Puck
“What?”
“You haven’t touched me in nineteen days. Do you want to wait until we see your family and then have to sneak around your house?”
“No,” I say in an exhale, not having considered any of that.
“I didn’t think so.”
He walks toward the public toilet.
“I’m sure you’ve fucked women in worse places, no?”
“What do you think is worse than a public bathroom?”
“A frat house?” He has a point.
I glance around. “Let’s wait until we get to a different station. This one is so busy, and the risk of us being seen together…”
Ktytor holds up his hands. “Fine. I won’t push it.”
We make the train and sit next to each other in a half-filled car.
We ride in silence for a long time looking at our phones, as incognito as possible. I don’t look around not wanting anyone to recognize us.
His thigh brushes into mine and my skin heats. Did he do that on purpose? I glance over to see what he’s doing. Ktytor is wearing a huge grin.
I nudge mine into him. He presses into me.
Fuck.
I drop a hand to my dick subtlety pressing the heel of palm into my halfy.
He drops his gaze and licks his lips.
I shift. I am not going to survive this train ride.
He toys with me the entire train ride and I’m so worked up I’m uncomfortable.
But I feel giddy.I’m happy to get a whole week with him. I cannot wait to have Ktytor alone.
I walkin the front door, and because I have the worst luck, everyone is in the living room. Dad, Aunt Emily, Zeph—even Otto is home—and he’s never home. They all stare at us while I try to come up with something to say because, like a dumbass, I haven’t thought this out.
“Hi,” I say awkwardly and wave. “This is Leontiy…my friend.”
“Your friend?” Dad asks because he’s a huge hockey fan and knows exactly who Ktytor is. He follows all my games.
“Yep. My friend.” I plaster a smile on my face, but I’m sure I look like a serial killer, so I stop. “He plays?—”
My dad cuts me off. “For Boston. The Monsters. I know. You’re friends?”
“We are…Right… Glad you know. He is going to stay with us since he can’t go home. Hope that’s not a problem.” I shove Ktytor toward my bedroom, needing to get out of this hellholeand formulate a plan. “I’m just going to get him settled on my trundle bed.”
I get him in my room and close the door behind us. “Fuck. I should have thought that one through.”
“Did you not tell them?”
I make a face. “Not exactly.”
“You mean no?”
