Page 124 of Two Guys One Puck
“We shouldn’t do this.”
“What are we not doing?” I ask.
“Fucking.”
“Calm down, baby. I’m not trying to fuck you. We both need comfort tonight. Let me hold you.”
Seaborn hesitates but then climbs up next to me. “Turn around. I’m the big spoon.”
“Why do you get to be large spoon?”
“So you can keep icing.” His logic is sound, so I flip over, and he scoots in behind me, wrapping his arms around my body.
I’m hard because I’m always hard when he’s this close, but I settle into the embrace, breathing easier. He skims his lips over the back of my neck.
We both fall asleep at some point, and I put the ice on the floor, rolling over to cuddle him while he sleeps.
We wake to a pounding on our door.
I blink my eyes open. “Shit. What time is it?”
“Fuck.” Ronan rubs his face and picks up his phone. “It’s dead.”
I grab mine. Also dead.
“Are you in there?” someone calls. “You’re late for breakfast. Coach wanted me to make sure you’re okay.” It’s one of his teammates.
“I forgot to plug my phone in and missed my alarm. I’ll get dressed and come down.”
I check the clock and then plug my phone in, holding back a laugh. I’m late, but no one knows where to find me, so I have more time.
Seaborn laughs too, sitting up while rubbing his eyes. “I think that’s the first time I slept in a week.”
I glance over, and he does look better. The circles under his eyes are less dark. “Me too.”
“Not sleeping?”
“I’ve never slept well. Is difficult with this stress.”
“I’m sorry, Leontiy.”
“Don’t do this.”
“Do what?” Seaborn asks, and I feel his eyes on me.
“You know. If you keep looking at me with sexy eyes, we will fuck, and it will be the same.” As much as my dick wants to. More than ever, I can’t let go of the goal.
“I’m not looking at you like that. I was trying to be here for you.” His words turn cold. “I know you don’t want me.”
“It’s never been that.” I know it’s my fault he thinks that, but I hate it.
“Then what the fuck is it? You freak out because you think I’m going to sleep with someone else, then you push me away and say we won’t work, and then you try to sleep with me. You are all over the place, Ktytor.” Nothing he says is wrong.
“Yes, Seaborn. I know.” I have no response.
“To what end? I know what your focus is and what mine should be.” He gets up and pulls his shirt off, revealing in full how much muscle he’s lost in the last couple of months.
I stop myself from going to him. “We’ve both been under a lot of stress. I’m a ??????. We all are sometimes.”
