Page 45 of Two Guys One Puck
His fingers drift over my flank as we both scroll on our phones, and it’s not unwelcome, but it makes me realize how void my life is of any intimacy. I’ve been lonely, not seeingmy mother or brother in years, but I’ve shoved it down with everything else I feel, knowing this is a means to an end. But Seaborn seems to open the floodgates and I want more.
The idea that we’ll both leave here tomorrow and all of this will go away festers in my chest as I drift off to sleep.
I move in and out of dreams. Warmth and the smell of the wind blowing through the tall grass late in the spring. I’m happy there. Happy in the corner of the attic where my room is. I don’t remember it well, but I remember how I felt when I lived in the country with my grandparents. I long for a memory I can’t fully grasp. For a life I don’t really know.
The warmth of my dream turns into the embrace of a body. The fullness and comfort. Skin on skin. Lips on mine. Hot breath and needy grabs.
I’m not sure I’m even asleep anymore, but I keep my eyes closed because I don’t want it to end.
We rut against each other, seeking solace in flesh. Instead of softness, I’m met with hardness, and it draws me further out of my daze. But it’s not rough. It’s slow and gentle. My body wants more. I grip his ass and slide my hand down his thigh, pulling his leg over me, seeking out the touch more than a release.
His gasps come quicker, and I pull him half over me, while he rides out his release on my thigh. Sticky and warm, he loses it between us, but that doesn’t stop either of us. We slow again, in and out of consciousness. I’m back to not fully knowing if we are awake or in a shared dream. All I know is I don’t want him to stop touching me. I won’t be able to bear it.
Neither of us says anything about it in the morning, making me even more unsure if I dreamt it. He dresses without even looking at me, then packs up his stuff.
“What are you doing?” I ask when he slings his backpack over his shoulder.
“We’re done after today.”
I hadn’t even considered that he would go home and not stay another night. “My flight isn’t until the morning.”
He finally meets my eyes, searching my face. “What are you saying?”
What the fuck am I even saying? Am I letting loneliness take over? Do I miss him or just people who love me? We hate each other, and I don’t like anyone, let alone a man, and this fucking man would be the last on my list.
“Well?” he asks again, making me realize I haven’t spoken.
“I thought you’d want to suck my dick again, beautiful.”
His upper lip pulls into a snarl. “So desperate for me after we fucked all night.”
So it was real.
“I like making you eat my cum. Bite me.”
SIXTEEN
SEABORN
Four months later
Imiss him and I’m absolutely dreading our game against the Monsters next week.
Ktytor and I haven’t said a word to each other since whatever that was that happened at camp but I’ve thought about him since. I don’t know why I didn’t reach out, but with every day that passed, the idea got more awkward. Maybe that’s all he wanted it to be.
He didn’t say anything, so why should I?
But it’s been a total mind fuck, and I still don’t have my head on straight. I tried to convince myself it was nothing, but keep oscillating between wanting his lips around my dick again and telling myself I’m not gay. I fucked women for years before he and I hooked up just fine, but then why didn’t I sleep with anyone else the rest of the summer?
Work had me pretty exhausted, and maybe I was processing. But I’ve been back at school for a month and still not slept with anyone? What is wrong with me? I need to get back on the horse.It’s time to forget about Ktytor.
I look at his Snap but he hasn’t updated it today.
I walk out of my room and find Wolfe and Archangel whisper yelling in the living room. “Is everything okay?”
They both jump back and look guilty. Well, that’s fucking weird.
“Perfectly fine.” Wolfe runs a hand through his hair. “You?”
