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JAKE

T hank God it was too dark to see clearly in the tent. I liked to think I had a good poker face and could keep my emotions under control, but Trinsky had a particular talent for getting under my skin. I could handle him on the ice all day long. I knew the rules there.

Here? Not so much.

“Good night,” I repeated tersely.

“All right. Then where would you suggest I go to experiment?”

Ugh. I smacked the pillow and turned toward him again. “I don’t fucking know. How about online?”

“Is that what you did?”

“No.”

“Jake…give me something. How do you know if?—”

I sat up in a rush and growled in frustration, enunciating every word of what was beginning to feel like a mantra. “I don’t fucking know! I kissed a guy in Barcelona when I was sixteen. I was on a family trip, traveling with my mom and my stepdad. The guy worked at the hotel pool and flirted with me every day. He was funny, good-looking, and he didn’t know anything about hockey. That was enough for me. He was my experiment, and he proved what I’d suspected…I’m bi. Now will you fuck off and leave me alone?”

Apparently not. “So you had sex with a Spanish guy? Huh.”

“No, I kissed a Spanish guy. And a British guy,” I added. “We actually did a little more, but that was a different trip.”

“Oh. Did you blow him…the British guy?”

“No, Mason.”

I swore I could feel his smile from a few feet away. It did something funny to my insides and made it difficult to maintain the mental distance I needed to get through another night with Trinsky.

Today had been a colossal mistake. Extremely hot albeit a big, bad idea.

And here we were again.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but it sounds like you’ve done more with me than anyone else with a dick. I think I’m honored.”

“Don’t be,” I huffed.

“Well, it doesn’t change the fact that you know something about yourself that I’m just grappling with today. I mean, geez, I might be…bi.”

“Congratulations. Your dating pool has just doubled.”

Trinsky snort-laughed. “I can’t do anything about that unless I retire tomorrow.”

“That’s not true. There are plenty of out bisexual players now.”

“No. There’s Denny, and he’s exceptional. Everyone else has retired. I wouldn’t want the spotlight he’s had to deal with ’cause of his personal life. Maybe it’s the same for you. In my case, I’m not even sure the bi-ness is true. Like I said, you’re the only one I’ve ever?—”

“Got it. Unfortunately, I’d have to charge you for a repeat.”

“That’s cool. I’m loaded.”

I snickered at his ludicrous bravado. “It’s hard to believe there’s room for me, you, and your ego in this tent.”

“And my dick. Which is also huge…as you now know.”

“Average,” I teased.

“Everyone’s a comedian. Even average hockey players,” he singsonged.

“Oh. Now who’s a comedian? Are you sure you want to compare and analyze stats?”

“Fuck, no. Mine are better for sure, but?—”

“Fuck off, Trinsky,” I grumbled, hating that it was true. He’d had a better year than me by a long shot, and that definitely wasn’t something I wanted to think about.

“I like it better when you call me Mason.”

Great . Now I was smiling. “Good night, Trinsky.”

He hummed. “Fair warning…I’m absolutely gonna jack off.”

“No, you aren’t.”

“Yes, I am.”

“No, you aren’t. And if I turn on this light and your hand is in your underwear, I’m…”

“You’re gonna what? Spank me? I could be into that.”

Me too.

My cock swelled in my boxer briefs. No, no, no. He had to stop talking…now.

“Trinsky…”

“I dated a girl who got off on spanking. She wanted to be over my knee, insisted on calling me daddy…the whole shebang. Not my go-to kink, but it was hot.” The sound of shifting fabric permeated the tent, followed by tapping.

I turned on the lantern. “What are you doing?”

He blinked, holding his hands up in surrender. “Nothing.”

“You were jerking off.”

“Unless I’m a ventriloquist jerker, I don’t think that’s possible.”

I gave Trinsky an irritated look, hating that my traitorous body responded to his inked muscular chest, mussed hair, and stupid grin. I wanted to punch him, but I laughed ’cause…ventriloquist jerker?

“Maybe not, but—keep your hands on top of the covers,” I chided.

“Make me.”

It was a juvenile dare, a playful tease. I didn’t have to take the bait. I knew better. I was smarter than that.

Okay, maybe not.

I pushed my sleeping bag out of the way and pounced, straddling his thighs as I grabbed his hands. Trinsky grinned like a madman before bucking me off and rolling on top of me. I used all my might to switch our positions, gasping at the feel of his hard cock through two layers of cotton.

We stared at each other as if weighing options and consequences, and deciding at the same time that this wasn’t over. Not yet.

Our mouths collided in a punishing grind we slowly softened to a real kiss with parted lips and frenzied tongues. I feasted like a starving man, sucking and licking, molding our hips and sliding my aching shaft alongside his.

It was like the forest again but better. The element of total surprise had been replaced by a hedonistic quest to know what it felt like to be with a man. At least, that was my story. I wasn’t thrilled that Trinsky was my partner in this, but on the other hand, he was exactly what I wanted—thick, muscular, edgy. Even better…I knew Trinsky didn’t expect anything from me. He had as much to lose as I did.

I set aside my preconceived notions and years’ worth of dislike, and let my baser instincts rule. This was all about my cock. And his.

“This feel okay?” I whispered, tilting my hip against his, my arms caged on either side of his head.

“Fuck, yes.”

Mason cupped my ass, slipping his fingers under the elastic of my PJ bottoms and boxer briefs. I groaned. His hands were huge, and he wasn’t gentle in the slightest. He pawed at my bare cheeks, pulling them apart and squeezing. Maybe he’d never been with a dude, but he obviously had experience and he wasn’t afraid to try something new.

He made me feel brave.

“Let me touch you. Take ’em off.” I snapped his briefs meaningfully.

“You too.”

I obeyed, draping myself over him before my nerves gave out and I remembered who he was and why this was a terrible idea. I spit on my palm and curled my fingers around his shaft.

“Is this okay?”

“Yeah, it’s good,” he choked out.

I stroked him from base to tip as I ravaged his mouth and humped my leaking cock in the crease of his upper thigh. Fuck, I was on fire. My grasp on my control was tenuous at best. I upped the tempo, biting his lips as I chased my release.

“Oh, fuck,” I grunted.

Trinsky pushed his meaty mitt between our sweaty torsos and took us both in hand.

“Feels so…so fucking hot,” he purred, opening his legs wide as he fondled my balls with his free hand and traced the sensitive skin of my sac. “I want to touch everything. Is this okay?”

“Fuck, yes. I’m coming.” I gritted my teeth as I spilled my load on his fingers and abs.

I must have set off a chain reaction. He tensed, tightening his grip on our cocks and thrashing his head back. He pulled me against his chest and muffled his roar in the crook of my neck. He was still too fucking noisy, so I fused our mouths to shut him up. He took over immediately, holding my face as he tickled my tonsils, ravaging me from below.

Everything about this was intense…from the press of our spent cocks to our swollen lips and the scent of sex in the tent. I was so thoroughly depleted and yet, I couldn’t get enough. And I didn’t want to be the first to call uncle. Weird thought, but Trinsky and I were always in competition. It was what we knew. This wasn’t post-bliss making out. It was a battle for dominance, and even though I was on top, I had a feeling I was losing.

I broke the kiss on a sharp exhale and fell sideways, careful to leave a few inches between us.

“You know we have to do this again,” Trinsky rasped.

I let out an amused half laugh. “Give me a few minutes.”

“M’kay. Christ, there’s jizz everywhere. Thanks a lot, Milligan.”

I chuckled, leaning over to dig through my bag for the tee I’d used last night. “Here you go.”

“You sly rascal, you. I knew this was a cum rag.”

I ignored him, somehow knowing his teasing banter was post-sex excess energy or maybe nerves…or both. Trinsky was constantly moving, talking, and no doubt, his brain was always churning. I used to think his ego required a captive audience and nonstop attention, but after a day alone with him in the wilderness, I realized that he had no real off switch. No doubt exercise helped—hockey, hiking…sex.

Oh, my God. I’d just had sex with Mason Trinsky.

Our cocks had been up close and personal, and my cum was on his chest. I’d kissed him, touched him. He’d opened his legs for me, and damn, now I wanted to fuck him. I wondered if he’d let me. Doubtful, but?—

“What exactly do you want?” I blurted.

I could have sworn I heard him swallow.

“Uh…what are you offering?” he countered.

I curled onto my side. “I don’t know. I’m thinking out loud.”

Trinsky was uncharacteristically quiet. “I guess I’d take whatever you wanted to give.”

“No hesitation?”

“Well, you’re catching me in my birthday suit after a mind-blowing orgasm, so I’d probably give you the code to my safe if you ask for it right now. Tomorrow…might be different.”

“How so?”

Trinsky snorted. “Well, I’ll probably remember that you hate me, for starters.”

“I don’t hate you.”

He laughed aloud. “Greatly dislike? Don’t bother sugarcoating it, man. Our mutual disdain is the reason we’re here.”

“True. Our PR team should see us now.” We both snickered at that. And yeah, it felt jarringly…harmonious. I exhaled with a shrug. “Okay, maybe we’re not each other’s favorite person.”

“Understatement. The first time I call you Jakey at the juniors’ camp, you’ll want to chop my balls off and when I beat you to the puck in a preseason game, the analysts will place bets on how long it’ll take till we’re in a full brawl on the ice. This is—I don’t know what it is, but it might only be tonight and I think that has to be okay. Right?”

My brain: Absolutely, a hundred thousand percent right. No question.

My body: This is it? For real? No. Just…no.

Thankfully, my brain did the talking for me. “Yeah, for sure.”

Trinsky rolled into my space and shoved a hand between my legs. “Cool. I wanna touch your dick again. Let me get you hard.”

I swatted him away but didn’t fight when he jumped on top of me, sumo-style. We sucked face and writhed like horny teens. And if one thing led to another, so be it.

Look, I wasn’t a fan of loose ends, and having a nebulous connection with someone I battled against on the ice was downright dangerous. But maybe that was part of the attraction—the danger, the thrill of the forbidden with someone who had as much to lose as I did.

This was the extent of us—one night in an alternate reality where bringing my enemy pleasure was my only goal.

Tomorrow, everything would go back to normal.