Page 43 of Puck Shots
“We don’t suck balls. That’s your thing, remember,” Sam retorts, and I can’t help but laugh.
“Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it,” I say, and Eli’s cheeks blush brighter.
“I’d have to change the parameters, and I’d need footage of the things that are going wrong, and examples of what right looks like, but theoretically, yeah, I could see if it might help you out.”
“That would be awesome,” Riley says, pushing up from the grass and brushing off the back of his pants. “Wouldn’t it, Sam?”
“Yeah, that would be good. Thanks, Eli.”
“No problem.”
The speakers crackle as the music for the first film’s opening starts to play.
“We should get going before the girls come looking for us,” Sam says, and the other guys stand, too. “Let us know when you’re free to come to a training session, Eli.”
“Sure,” he replies, sitting beside me, the label of the bottle completely removed. “I’ll check my schedule and get back to you.”
“Are you really cool with me helping them?” Eli asks, and I place my hand over his, loving the rush of energy that seems to vibrate through me when we touch.
“I’ll never keep you from doing anything you want to do,” I say, and his gaze moves to my mouth, and he licks his lips.
“Really?”
“Really,” I reply, leaning a little closer. It’s like there is a string tied between us, curling and twisting, pulling us in.
“What if I wanted to do something…exciting?”
“I can do something exciting. I once hid in a closet for an hour waiting for my brother to come home so I could jump out and scare him. He wasn’t excited, but I had fun.”
“I was thinking of something more out of the closet,” he replies with a smirk, and his cheeks grow warmer. My heart is racing as I lick my lips, the salt and butter from the popcorn coating my tongue.
“I’ve been out of the closet my whole life,” I say, and then he leans in and kisses me.
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Eli
Ican’t believe I had the guts to do it, but fuck, I’m glad I did. The second his mouth is on mine; all I want to do is crawl into his lap. But we’re in a public place, and that reality has me pulling away, breaking the kiss and the hold it had over me.
“I’m sorry, I…”
“You never have to apologize for kissing me like that,” he says, and though my heart is still beating a million miles a minute, my stomach stops doing cartwheels. “Can we do it again?” he asks.
“As many times as you want,” I reply, pushing my glasses back up my nose a little.
“What if it means you’d miss every film showing?”
I shrug. “I’m more into music, anyway.”
“Then how about we head back to the house? I think we’d be far more comfortable making out on my bed.”
My cock twitches, and I swallow the lump that’s risen in my throat. I’ve dreamed, literally dreamed of kissing him in his room, on his bed. More in his bed, naked under the covers, butmaybe that part of the dream will come true, too. That vision has my cock thickening fast.
I nod, and he climbs to his feet and holds out his hand.
Loving how his fingers lace with mine and hold tight for all to see makes my chest swell. I’ve never been with a guy who liked public displays of affection. In fact, my last two boyfriends, if you can really call them that, didn’t even want to go out. It’s not even like our high school was short on queer students. No one cared. But I guess these two did, at least about being seen with me.
We pass Luka and a few of the guys from his team, and my hand instinctively loosens its grip, giving him a chance to slip free before they see us. But he doesn’t. He holds on tighter like he’s afraid to lose me, and the way he walks so tall, proud almost as he holds my hand and nods to his friends makes me want him even more.
