Page 29 of Puck Around and Find Out

“Don’t be loud.” I nipped his earlobe, and his asshole fluttered around my cock. “Coach Hill might still be out there somewhere. Or Rémi.”

He chuckled. “Pretty sure Rémi wouldn’t mind the free show.”

“You want a show? See if you can stay quiet.” I gave it all I had, more than I’d even put into the game, and I let him slide farther down the wall so I could smash my cock into his asshole. My body heated and my fatigued muscles protested, but I didn’t give a fuck. Pure sunshine was dancing on the tip of my cockhead, and my stomach fluttered with a pleasant heat as my shaft throbbed. I felt a sense of awe at how everything flowed together so perfectly.

“I’m either going to pull out and unload on you, or I’m going to dump my load in you. Pick,” I growled into his ear.

He gasped and clung to me, and I was shocked as he shivered in my arms and cum splashed my abs, warm and sticky. “In,” he said faintly against my lips.

Moaning, I hammered my body into his a few more times, then tensed as a jolt of heat smashed through my gut. A violent pleasure that left me feeling electrified, then wrung out, blasted through my body. I gasped against his neck as I cooled down and came back to reality. This had been fucking stupid. I pulled out of him, and it was only me holding him that kept him on his feet when they hit the floor. He smiled up at me, and then his eyelids shut.

I was feeling weird. Wanted to cup his cheek and check him over after that awful hit I’d watched on repeat. He seemed fine, though, and I doubted he would appreciate anything so fucking stupid from me, so I went back to the steaming water. I had to use more soap to scrub away the oil and cum, and I left him standing under the water.

Going home felt like the worst fucking thing I could do. I texted Boss, and we had dinner with his girlfriend, who talked nonstop from the second I sat down all the way until we left Molly’s Burger Joint. I already had a headache by the time I was standing in line outside the bar.Mousetrapcurved in white neon across a green sign over the door. A band flyer beside the entrance saidYukio Nightswas playing tonight, and I vaguely remembered the lead singer might be a basketball player.

I was relieved when Boss strolled up beside me at the back of the line without his girlfriend.

He glanced at me, and I smirked at him. “Is she that talkative all the time?”

He groaned and rolled his eyes. “Speaking of someone being talkative,” he said, waggling his eyebrows at me. His brown eyes sparkled with amusement.

A terrible feeling smacked my stomach and I whirled toward him.

He raised an eyebrow at me.

“What?” I asked.

He shrugged and tugged his fancy Zippo lighter, which reminded me of something from an Indiana Jones movie, out of his pocket. It had an old-timey compass embedded in the side. He bopped my forehead with it, and I glared at him. “Funny thing. I left my cigarettes in my locker and had to go back for them, and I saw Rain snooping near the showers. Peeking, one might say.” His lips twitched until he was grinning like the Cheshire cat.

My heart nearly stopped. “No, you did not.”

He shrugged and stuffed his lighter into his pocket. “Rain loves getting an eyeful. I don’t usually care, but I was curious who he was snooping on, so I snooped on him.”

I bit the tip of my tongue. “No.”

He winked at me. “I told him if he didn’t keep his mouth shut and rumors go around, I would let you know who did it, and thankfully, he’s scared shitless of you.”

I ran my hands over my face. “Is he, though?”

“Wystan?” Boss sounded so fucking incredulous. “Really? This is what you’re doing now?”

“No.”

“No?” He bit his lip and tilted his head as he stared at me. “It’s yes, according to the little peek I took of the situation. And a very vigorous yes at that.” He chuckled, and I swung toward him.

“No.”

“Yes?” he said, cocking his head the other direction.

“Please,” I mumbled, grasping his shoulders.

“You never told me? I thought we were friends.” He pouted.

Dropping my head, I sighed. “Just.... My dad would have a fucking fit. He isn’t homophobic, but I know he thinks it would limit my chances in the pros. I don’t know if he knows about Wy or not. I don’t need that on top of every other fucking thing, okay? Not getting captain and me being gay? I can’t deal with it. Just don’t say anything to anyone.”

Boss frowned. “You sound upset. I was teasing. I didn’t mean to—”

“No, it’s fine,” I muttered, then glanced at the sign over the door. I could already hear music thumping and my stomach was churning. “I’m going home.”

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