Page 26 of Puck Shots (Love The Game #6)

Eli

O kay, so I know that it’s cliché saying that teenagers only think about sex, but it’s basically the truth.

I mean, at least for Cosmo and me, it is.

The last three days we’ve hooked up seven times, once even in the stacks of the library.

He came by to bring me a bottle of water on his way to practice, and we ended up giving each other a handy in one of the dark corners.

I’ve never done anything like that before.

It’s like when I get near him, reason leaves my brain, and all I can think of is kissing him, tasting him, making him moan my name.

Urgh, see? There I go again, getting a semi in the middle of class, thinking about Cosmo’s perfect, thick cock.

“Who wants to give it a go first? Mr. Mores, how about you?” Professor Wexler asks, drawing my attention.

I glance at the board behind him for any clue to the thing I’m supposed to have a go at, but it’s got the same equation up there it’s had all lesson, and it was solved decades ago. It’s why we’re reviewing its principles.

“Sorry, Sir. What am I doing?” I reluctantly ask, and there are a few snickers from around the room, but they die down quickly enough.

“I just offered extra credit to the class. All you have to do is ask me something that makes me reply, excellent question.”

I don’t see how that warrants extra credit. It’s too subjective, there’s also no way to eliminate bias. He tilts his head a little to the side, one eyebrow cocked with an unimpressed frown, before turning his attention to look across the rest of the room. I close my laptop in my lap.

“What do you think makes a question stand out as excellent and therefore worthy of extra credit?” I ask, and his lips turn up in an impressed smirk.

“That, Mr. Mores, is an excellent question.”

A few people laugh, raising their hands to ask their own questions.

I didn’t need the extra credit; I just figured it was the only suitable question.

He doesn’t answer it, though, and after ten minutes of people trying to impress him, he gives only three others the desired response.

The bell sounds, and I take my time packing up my things while the majority of the class makes an immediate beeline for the door.

“Please pay closer attention in future classes, Mr. Mores,” Professor Wexler says as I throw my bag over my shoulder.

“I’m sorry, sir, it won’t happen again.”

“Good because you’re especially gifted, and I’d hate to see that potential lost to the follies of youth.”

He’s not even in his forties by the looks of him, but he dresses and talks like he’s in his eighties.

His jacket is one of those tweed ones with leather patches sewn into the elbows that you see in old movies, and he’s wearing his burgundy sweater vest and dark green bowtie today.

Each day is a different combination, I figure, based on just the ones I’ve seen already, he has to have at least two dozen sweater vests and maybe three dozen bow ties.

Where does someone even find that many bow ties?

“I’m not sure I know what you mean, sir,” I reply, moving to the stairs.

“I noticed you’re pledging Kappa Omicron Kappa.”

“I am. Is that a problem, sir?”

“Not exactly,” he replies, packing his things into his old brown leather briefcase.

Its latch is broken, so he can’t hold it by the handle anymore or the flap will come open, so he slings the shoulder strap over his head and joins me on the stairs.

“I would have thought a scholar such as yourself would have been better suited to one of the more…academic fraternities on campus. The Kappa Omicron Kappa’s are known for their predominantly jock inhabitants.

The Omega Delta Phi’s, on the other hand.

They have a long history of academic excellence at BU. ”

I notice then, the small ODP pin on his lapel.

“They do, but I still want to be a KOK.”

It’s the first time I’ve actually called the frat by the acronym out loud.

Cosmo has been bugging me try to embrace the word, but it wasn’t until now, with the way he’s implying Omega Delta Phi is better than the Kappa Omicron Kappa house, has me getting oddly defensive, and the way he stiffens a little when I do makes it all worth it.

“You still have time to see what else is out there. You wouldn’t want to miss out on something great because you were trying to fit in with the cool kids.”

Is he fucking for real?

“My brother was a KOK, too, and the guys in that house are more than just a bunch of jocks. We have three physics majors, five English majors, two arts and a dozen completing various business degrees.”

“How do you know that?”

“It’s a whole part of rushing KOK; they even quiz you on house history.”

He makes a “hmm” sound like he doesn’t really believe me, but I couldn’t care less.

I can’t think of any other place I want to live while here at BU.

I don’t have long to wait to find out if I get to stay, too.

The vote is tonight, and I actually think I might make it in.

Sam wanting me to adjust the program I created for the hockey team for the lacrosse team is probably helping boost up my votes.

Cosmo says it’s not the only reason, but would they still want me if I didn’t have it?

“Well, if you change your mind, let me know. And no more daydreaming in my class, or there’ll not be enough extra credits to get you a passing grade.”

“Yes, sir,” I say as my mind instantly brings the image I was thinking of when I should have been listening back into my mind’s eye.

Cosmo’s perfect big cock. My dick twitches, and I check my watch.

Five after four. He’ll be on his way home from the gym soon.

That means he’ll need to shower. His big dinner is tonight, and I can think of the perfect way to make sure he’s totally relaxed before then.

***

When I get to the house, I drop off my things, but before I can get up the stairs to wait in his room, Gareth calls me over from the common room.

“Yo, Eli, give us a hand,” he says, dragging a table across the old oak floors.

I jog over and grab the other end, helping him position it in front of the mantle.

“You nervous?” he asks, and I nod.

“Don’t suppose you want to tell me now and put me out of my misery?”

“Ha, no. Sam would kill me if I did that. There’s a whole induction process, you’ll see.”

“So what you’re saying is that I will still be around to see this process. I mean, I can’t imagine you’d tell me I need to find somewhere else to live, then make me watch the others get inducted.”

“What?” he asks, a deep, confused frown on his forehead.

“Never mind.” I laugh, and he shakes the confusion away.

“Come on, help me with the chairs, then you can get on with whatever you were headed upstairs for.”

My cheeks burn.

“I was just…the bathrooms still needed…”

He smirks.

“Everyone knows Luka is anal about the bathroom, no way you’ve been cleaning it all these weeks.”

“It’s not what you think,” I say, and he raises a brow.

“Sure it isn’t. So you’re telling me you have nothing to do with Flash walking around here all high and mighty?” he asks as he grabs a chair back in each hand and moves to place them behind the large table.

I grab one chair with both hands, lifting it just high enough off the ground that it doesn’t scratch the floor, and add it beside his two.

What is he talking about? I mean, Cosmo’s happy after our…time together, but I wouldn’t say he’s all high and mighty about making me come several times a day. How thin are those walls?

“I…”

“Soon you’ll have the whole house playing chess.”

“Right, chess,” I say with far more surprise than intended as I go back for another chair.

Really, I am not much help. He’d probably move faster if he didn’t have to keep side-stepping me as I hobble past awkwardly jostling the heavy wooden chair into place.

Why don’t they just use plastic chairs for this type of thing?

“What did you think I was talking about?”

“Nothing,” I lie and put down the last of the chairs. “Gotta go get ready for another chess lesson,” I say, and I jog from the room and up the stairs, bursting into laughter the second I’m through Cosmo’s door.

Cosmo has his clothes laid out on his bed like my mom used to do for me when I was a kid going somewhere special, like Cousin Terri’s wedding.

This dinner tonight is a pretty big deal, and I only wish I could be there to support him, but, one, he didn’t invite me, and two, his parents are coming, so not sure my being there would be all that comforting.

I have no idea if he’s even told them about me, or if he intends to.

We haven’t really defined what we are yet, and again, tonight is not the night to do that, what with the final vote deciding my future in the house and his dinner both happening.

Cosmo told me it was bad luck to search for another place to stay before hearing the vote.

I don’t believe in all that superstition stuff, I believe in science, and while based on my interactions with the guys voting tonight, my odds of getting to stay are surprisingly good.

They are not so high that I’m willing to leave it to the last minute to know where to go next.

There were a few shared dorm spaces open, one super close to the physics building.

Apparently, the kid staying there decided to bail on college and take his parents’ tuition money and travel the world. I think I want to get my degree first.

I hear Luka and Cosmo laughing as they stomp up the stairs.

“Hey, Eli,” Luka says when he spots me.

“Hi.”

“Are you nervous about tonight’s vote?” he asks, but Cosmo answers for me.

“He’s got nothing to be nervous about. The guys all see how awesome he is,” he says, wrapping his strong arms around my waist and spinning me in place as he plants a soft kiss on my lips.

“Are you nervous?” I ask, and he lets me go and rubs the back of his neck with one hand the way that he does.

“Totally packing it in. I have no clue what I’m walking into.”

“No one else has had their dinners yet?” I ask, looking at Luka, who’s shaking his head.

“Mine is tomorrow night, Rover the night after that. Flash is the guinea pig, I’m afraid.”

“I could choose to tell you nothing and let you freak out just as much as I am.” Cosmo laughs, and Luka throws a pillow at him. Cosmo catches it and tosses it back.

“You wouldn’t.”

“I might, if it goes terribly.”

“It won’t. They wouldn’t have asked to meet with you if they weren’t already interested. You’re on their list, you’ve got this.”

“I’m sorry I’ll miss the votes.”

Luka interjects.

“We’ll look after him. Besides, I have your proxy vote ready to go. It’s a yes, right?” He chuckles, and Cosmo rolls his eyes.

“Why am I friends with him again?” he asks me, and I cuddle close to his chest, loving the way his warmth spreads through me.

“You know you love him,” I say, and it should be weird, hearing those words come out of my mouth about the guy I’m totally falling for and his best friend, but it isn’t.

He does love him, like a brother. An annoying older brother who drives you crazy sometimes.

I can relate to that feeling. John is my biggest supporter and my biggest menace.

He once had one of his Banana Ball friends say hi to me in a video interview on the sports channel.

Everyone saw it, and despite scoring two dates out of it, they led to nothing, considering they just wanted to know if I could get them free tickets to a game.

The Banana Ball seasons sell out in like a day, so cozying up to friends and family to get tickets isn’t a new tactic.

“Okay, I’ll shower, and then you can tell me if this is okay to wear.”

“How about we shower and then I can tell you?” I whisper.

“Can still hear you,” Luka calls, and Cosmo laughs.

“If you heard that, better put on your noise-cancelling headphones for what happens next.”