Page 104 of Two Guys One Puck
Ktytor: Are you worried, sweetheart?
Seaborn: It’s cute you think I’m worried. We’ve dominated you the last two games.
Ktytor: It won’t happen again.
Seaborn: It will and I’m going to fuck you after.
Ktytor: You can fuck me either way, baby doll.
Seaborn: Is this a trap? This feels like a trap.
Ktytor: Who knows? I guess we’ll see after I kick your ass.
I’m just happy to finally get to see him. Was it wrong to admit it to him? Maybe I should have just let it happen or not foughthim. Would he not see me after the game if I won and pushed our bet?
At first, I did only bottomed because he won, but if I’m honest, I wouldn’t want it any other way. I fucking love him inside me.
But I won’t be telling him that.I don’t need more for him to hold over my head.
THIRTY-TWO
SEABORN
January is the worst. We don’t get to see each other at all and it’s painful after waking up to him so many days in row. There’s not enough time and I feel greedy with his but I don’t want to show it. I don’t want Ktytor to get sick of my neediness.
Seaborn: Call me. I want to see your face.
Ktytor: You’re not out?
Seaborn: No.
Ktytor: I’m surprised.
Seaborn: Do you not want to see me?
He’s being strange, and I don’t know if it’s strange because we’ve both been busy coming back from break. It’s put us into a grueling grind towards the post season. We’re both training hard and getting into classes, and the stress of it weighs on me.
Ktytor: I do.
Seaborn: Are you going to call?
I’m too stressed, and he’s the only one I want to talk to. My dad seems better, but that doesn’t mean he won’t go downhill again at any moment, and it’s constantly in the back of my mind. Every time my phone buzzes, I expect it to be bad news.
And if I’m really being honest, I don’t enjoy myself when I’m out. It’s turned into more trouble than it’s worth, and trying to explain why I don’t want to sleep with anyone is going to blow my cover.
My phone finally rings, and it’s a video call.
“Hi.” I sit back, exhaling some of my stress.
“You look tired.”
“Thanks.” I roll my eyes.
“Is truth. You sleeping enough?”
“Just because it’s the truth doesn’t mean you have to say it.” I lift my shoulders. “Just stress.”
“Is your father okay? I like him. Almost better than you.”
