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Brad

I did it. It was decided.

The scouts had come, I signed a contract, and it was actually happening.

I was going to play for the Wranglers, and I was going to be with Alex.

They made a big show of it. Lots of photographs, smiling, and handshaking, all while Alex hung out in the background with the biggest smile I’d ever seen on him.

They even got me and Alex to pose together. They loved the story of Alex and I being best friends who worked hard to join the Wranglers together. They really couldn’t tell that I’d been fucking Alex every night, even when he looked so fucking thirsty he was the whole time we were there.

He wasn’t exactly the sunniest person in the world, but I’d never seen him so totally happy. All because of me.

Which meant I kept on him whenever we were alone because his smile made me so fucking horny, I could barely keep my dick down.

I mean, I basically leaped on him all the time, anyway. The only reason I hadn’t grabbed him and kissed him during the photoshoot was because he warned me not to. But it was so difficult keeping it a secret. I wanted to brag to everyone about how insanely in love we were.

Like, I just loved him so much. I couldn’t even say more than that. Alex had all these big words for how he felt, but I just crazy loved him and wanted to share how amazing it felt.

And we won the finals. It was a push, but we just managed it, and it cinched an NHL spot for another one of the guys on the team.

He nearly collapsed with relief, which obviously meant we all piled on him—which just made him actually collapse and made us cheer even louder.

But we’d all said our congratulations and we had our last practice of the semester before the year ended, and I was literally hopping from foot to foot waiting for Alex to get out of the showers. I made him go first because I knew if I followed him in there, I was going to fuck him.

We hadn’t done it in the showers before.

We were going back to our hometown for three weeks before we left to train with the Wranglers. The town probably wanted to have a big celebration the same way they did for Alex, which was going to be awesome.

It felt kind of nuts that we were finally getting to live our dream while also being together . It was the best feeling in the world.

I leaned against my locker, waiting for him, exchanging hugs and laughs and claps on the back from all the guys as we said even more goodbyes.

Normally I’d be one hundred percent in it, totally soaking up the praise. Of course, everyone was excited: I was just that amazing. But all I wanted was to see Alex’s smile and feel him moan under me.

The guys had all gone back to the house. There were still some stragglers getting ready for another night of partying, and I just caught Tommy storming off when Alex came around the corner, all nice and pink and fresh out of the shower. His long hair was damp, dripping onto his bare shoulders, his chest totally drool-worthy.

He gave me a shy look as he approached.

“Hi,” he said, all sultry as fuck, as he opened his locker, the thin metal door hiding us from the rest of the room. He peeked his head to the left, quickly searching the aisle, but no one was around to bother us. It was the perfect moment for him to drop forward and steal a sneaky kiss.

I instantly groaned against him, leaning in to deepen the kiss, but he pulled back before I could slam him against the lockers and rub his dick. He knew how carried away I got. If the guys saw us, they saw us, it wasn’t a big deal to me.

With his lips still inches from mine, he riled me up even more when his ‘sex face’ showed up. Heat in his eyes, a knowing smile grew on his lips as his chin dipped, and he looked up at me from under his oh-so-pretty eyelashes.

“Hi,” I replied, grinning back at him.

“We’re really doing this, huh?” He sighed and his shoulder knocked against the lockers as he rested against them, looking at me. “We actually made it happen.”

“We are going to be so awesome in the championships as well. The cameras are all going to be on you, especially with an ass like that.” I reached for him, but he grabbed my hand and gently eased me away with a warning look.

“I’m going to find so many first for us.” He promised. “The more places we go, the more firsts we can have. How does that sound?”

He was turning me on so fast. It wouldn’t take much to just tug him to me and kiss him silly right there.

“It doesn’t have to all be first times,” I said, lying through my teeth. “Though the first times are always the best,”

“Aren’t we meant to get better after the first time of anything?” he asked sheepishly. “For example, I think I’m better at blow jobs now that I can’t keep my tongue off your cock.”

My brain short-circuited, and I stared at him. He’d been getting bolder since we started dating, and it was such a turn on to hear my hulking boyfriend talk like that.

I was already basically hard, and about to drag him away to somewhere quieter where I could put it to good use, when a voice cut in behind us.

“Now, what are you two doing?” Lance’s teasing amusement interrupted our fun.

Alex shot back from me, his eyes wide as an even deeper blush rushed over his skin.

I stepped forward, instinctively getting between them before they could react. I’d make sure Lance couldn’t get anywhere near Alex.

He was my boyfriend, absolutely and officially and forever. Which meant no room for shiny manwhores looking to take advantage of him.

And no one else was getting in our way.

If Lance thought I didn’t notice the way his smarmy gaze danced over Alex’s bare chest and thighs, he was dead wrong. At first, I was happy my boyfriend had gone for a short towel but now I just wanted to chuck every piece of clothing in the locker room over Alex so Lance couldn’t look at a single inch of him.

I was all for shouting about our love from the rooftops, but only if Lance Austin wasn’t involved.

“What do you plan to do now, then?” Alex asked him softly. Pain flickered over Lance’s face and, even though I wanted to ask him if he was okay, I was more worried that we’d really hurt him somehow.

“Hmm, I’ll figure it out. It’s not for you to worry about it.” Lance threw him a wink.

“You mean you’re going home?” Alex asked.

“Yeah, I can’t keep playing like this.”

Even though Alex had told me Lance's mom was ill, but that didn't mean he couldn't go pro. It just wasn’t adding up. Lance was one of the best of us.

“Dude, what the fuck? You must have tons of offers by now.” As soon as Lance’s gaze flicked to Alex, I realized it was off.

Something passed between them. Something I really didn’t like.

But when Lance looked back at me, his wide grin returned. “Brad, you look like you’re going to chew my face off,” he said. There was some part of my monkey brain that was looking for a way to ask Lance what the hell was going on, but all that went out the window the moment Lance tilted his head to look at Alex behind me. “Oh!” he purred as his face split like an evil cat. “You haven’t told him yet, have you?”

Alex sucked in a sharp breath as I instantly spun around to look at him.

He winced as his shoulders rode up to his ears, cringing as he avoided me.

“Haven’t told me what, Alex?”

“Alex, seriously, you’ve got this far and you’re still hesitating?” Lance laughed. “You really do suck at this.”

I didn’t know who to get annoyed at, but it was simmering there, ready to let rip. I just needed to find out what kind of secret they were keeping from me. What other secrets, I mean.

Lance clapped me on the shoulder, forcing my attention back to him. “Listen, from the way you’re reacting, you’d think I’ve still got a thing for Alex, but I promise you, nothing was ever going on.” He threw a grin at my boyfriend. “You’ve got absolutely nothing to worry about. He’s all yours.”

I didn’t believe him for a second, and I didn’t trust him a single bit, either. I wasn’t going to hide that, especially when he shot Alex a meaningful look and continued.

“Alex has been absolutely insane about you since before we met.”

“And you never liked him?”

Lance just shrugged as he glanced at Alex. “Well, I never stood a chance anyway, did I? Besides, now that Brad 9.0 is a success, I’ve got my own man to worry about.”

I looked at Alex, who was staring at Lance, the color draining from his face as Lance beamed at him.

“What are you talking about?” I asked. I really didn’t want to go into what he meant by ‘Brad 9.0’ or ‘chance’. I was just happy to know that, if Lance really did have someone else, then he would keep the fuck away from Alex.

“Well, I think it’ll be so much more interesting if you hear it from Alex.” Lance chuckled, hitting us with another glittery wink. “Oh, and it looks like we’re the last to leave, too.” He lifted the keys to the locker room, swinging them around on the tip of his finger with a smirk. “Think you can lock up for me?”

He tossed the key to me without waiting for a reply and just swanned off as my brain raced to catch up with what he just said.

“Brad, I’m sorry,” Alex said, his hand pushed against his locker, his eyes squeezed closed. I noticed a tremble running up his arm as he dropped his gaze to the floor. “I shouldn’t have pretended to date Lance, but I just wanted—”

I turned on him just as we heard the door bang.

“You didn’t…You weren’t ever, ever with Lance? Not even the tiniest bit? Even when you were flirting and all over each other?” I asked.

“Um, no… It was just fake. We were playing it up. It was never real… It was for you, honestly. You were—”

I cut through him before he could make any excuses. “So, you never kissed Lance?”

He looked up at me, biting his lip in that way that made me want to jump on him.

“No,” he said on a breath as he threaded his fingers through his hair, scattering more water drops over his chest.

“And you never touched his cock?”

“No, um—” Alex’s awkwardness was like my drug. I was so close to pushing him against the lockers and making him squirm, but I needed answers.

“And you didn’t get him off?”

“What? Do you think I could get him off if I didn’t touch—”

“You weren’t even frotting!?”

“No, I— What’s frotting?”

“Oh, God,” I gasped. Heat burst through me as I realized what it meant.

I turned, loving every sound that sprung from him as I slammed my hand against the locker, molding my chest and hips to his. Straight away, his body answered mine, shifting his back against the lockers, softening so I could grind against him instantly.

And he was there, his cock hard, his body ready, already flinging his arms around me and dragging me into a hungry kiss.

His moan beat through me as my hands went straight to his hips, and I rolled us together.

“Are you really serious?” I gasped as I broke the kiss to ask.

“Yeah, I just said. But you don’t look mad. I’ve been lying to you this whole time. Why aren’t you mad?”

I groaned as I played with the knot on his stupid, tiny towel.

“Why the fuck would I be mad? You never did anything with Lance? Not a single thing? Even when you guys were making out in front of the house after your date?”

He shook his head, a small smile creeping onto his face.

“Yeah, that was all fake, too,” he followed up, his gaze dipping. “You, er…” He cleared his throat. “You were my first kiss.”

“Oh, fuck. Alex, you fucking—”

I couldn’t even finish the sentence.

Shucking the towel off his hips, it fell to the floor between us as I went straight for his ass. I curved my wide hands around his solid butt cheeks as I grinned at him.

It was easy to steal his gasp of surprise, swallowing it with a kiss. And he was there with me instantly, his hands dropping to my back, holding me against him as I squeezed him.

Just one touch and he was already shaking beneath me. His moans echoed into my throat as we shared our breaths.

I tugged on his bottom lip before sweeping my tongue across his and diving back into him like I needed that air to fucking survive.

We were grinding together, finding a rhythm, a push and pull that got sexier with every noise he made.

“Fuck, I’m so fucking hot for you,” I said, squeezing his ass again.

“And this,” I said with a light thrust, grinding my cock against his, “is frotting” I grinned. The only thing from really stopping us was my hockey sweats, which I was already planning to get rid of.

Alex’s head fell back, panting, desperately searching for air as he tried to keep up with me. I kissed his neck, licking the thick line of his collarbone, his hands tightening on my back as he moaned.

“Damn, I gotta say thank you to Lance. If you guys hadn’t faked it, I would never have had the chance to fuck this sweet ass.”

A thought struck me, and I pushed off the lockers, looking at him wide-eyed. “Have you ever been sucked off in the locker rooms?”

Alex gasped and I melted, because it was totally obvious I was about to tick off another first.

He blushed an even deeper shade of red. “Brad, no.”

“Brad, yes.” I burst out laughing, burying my nose under his ear and biting his lobe.

He instantly squirmed, so obviously I did it again.

“Hey, man, you signed up for this. You better get used to it.”

I gently bit his neck and he totally softened for me.

“We can’t, Brad. What if someone—”

“Too late,” I said, dropping to my knees, loving how hard his cock already was for me.

“It doesn’t look like you’re complaining, either.” I chuckled as I wrapped my right hand around his cock, the other gripping his hip as I angled him toward my mouth.

He reached out, stroking his fingers through my hair. “You better make it worth it,” he said as he nudged my head to bring me closer.

“Have I ever let you down?”

We both knew the answer to that question. But before he could give me one of his looks, my tongue shot out and I licked his slit as I opened my lips and brought his cock inside me.

I didn’t want anything else in the world but Alex. I sighed through my nose in happiness as his fingers twitched in my hair, and I shuddered as he moaned.