Page 76 of Two Guys One Puck
The wheels in my head turn. “So, like, once a month, we’re in the same place?” I don’t want to admit the warmth flooding my chest is anything hopeful. I still haven’t even figured out what this is.
“Yes. So don’t tell me you’ve just gotten it out of your system because if you keep giving into temptation, this is going to fucking turn into something.”
“And? Is that so bad?” I didn’t really want to throw this in his face, but it feels like he’s being a little hypocritical. I drop my voice, looking around. “Is it so bad if I like a dude?”
Archangel gives me a hard look. “This has nothing to do with that.”
“Then what’s your deal?” I’ve slept with plenty of women and been out all night, and he never said a word.
“You know we’re going to face them in the playoffs again this year, and all three of us want to play professionally. If you can’t fucking shut him down because you’ve got a thing for him? Any fucking hesitation might fuck us.”
I scrub a hand over my face. “You should trust me more than that.”
Wolfe sits back down between us, ending the conversation, or at least the whispered portion of it and starts talking like he never left. “Now that I’ve had my morning DP?—”
I burst out laughing, and Archangel does, too.
“What?” Wolfe asks, clearly not getting it.
“Your DP!” Archangel puts his head on the table, shaking with laughter.
“Oh!” Wolfe grins and holds up his can. “What, my boys aren’t into DPing with me?”
I shake my head. “Bro, that might be too far.”
He shrugs. “More for me then.”
Archangel finally gets control of himself, and he steals Wolfe’s can and takes a sip. “I’ll DP with you.”
Wolfe blinks. “Well then.”
I glance between the two of them. Is there an awkward sexual tension, or is it just me?
“But to answer your question, the payoff of edging and denial is the best orgasm of your life. That’s why I like it. Maybe you should try it.” He picks up his tray and gets up again.
“Did we just get lectured about sex by our goalie?” I ask Archangel.
“I think we did, and it’s made me really uncomfortable. “
TWENTY-FIVE
KTYTOR
Seaborn: Every time I’m in the steam room, I think about you.
We message daily now and I hate admitting it but I miss the asshole. Waking up with him in my bed was nice. I hadn’t realized how starved for human contact I am. I thought about climbing in bed with Happy or Sleepy, neither would mind, but it’s not the same.
Ktytor: You’re making me hard at dinner, cupcake.
It’s annoying I can’t see him more, but we’re a four-hour train ride away from each other and he might as well be on mars because we’re both broke. So even if we have a rare few days off between school and hockey, paying for tickets all the time isn’t reasonable.
Seaborn: Good.
Ktytor: I fail to see how it’s good. Should I be giving steam room treatment to everyone? Because that’s just unrealistic and who has that kind of time?
Seaborn: And you’ve ruined my hard-on.
Ktytor: You’re the one teasing.
