Page 8 of Something to Prove

I was no voyeur! And I had no interest in watching someone else get something I hadn’t had in a while. Shame on me.

I inched away from the wall just as the person on their knees spoke in a deep masculine voice. “Fuck my mouth, Ty. Do it.”

O. M. G.

Ty?

That was Ty.

Holy shitballs.

And that was a man sucking Ty Czerniak’s cock.

Gulp.

My heart beat like a drum against my rib cage.

The sound of slurping, gagging, and the low rumble of dirty talk floated my way.

“Fuck, that’s so good. I’m gonna fuckin’ come. Are you ready?” and then, “Ungh!”

Move it, Walker. Move. Get out. Now!

I was trembling, my pulse racing. Everything in my body was buzzing, but my feet felt like two blocks of cement. And yes, I had a semi.

The guy on the ground stood, zipping his fly. “I missed your shoes. You’re welcome.”

They both laughed and whispered something I couldn’t make out. Neither leaned in for a kiss. There was nothing intimate orsensual here. The moment had passed, and if anyone happened to walk by now, they’d see two men talking…and someone eavesdropping like a creeper.

Me.

Okay, excuse me for not bolting right away, but I was in a state of shock.

Ty was bi. That part wasn’t news. But a bi hockey player getting caught in a sexually compromising situation with a man in an alley was scandalous. Double standard? Yes, absolutely. It was true, though.

I had to get the heck out of here ASAP. If Ty spotted me, he’d think I was spying on him. Or he’d think I was a degenerate pervert or?—

I froze at a shuffling sound inches from me in the dark. Another person? Was this a secret orgy?Oh, geez.I darted to my left and almost tripped on a rat the size of a Volkswagen Bug.

A rat.

A very, very big rat.

I valiantly choked down a yelp, and let me tell you, I deserved major life points for the effort. That thing was enormous. I didn’t do vermin well…or spiders or anything that slithered, so frankly it was a miracle that I didn’t scream bloody murder as I turned the corner and raced into The Tavern.

I kept my cool as I flashed my stamped hand at the bouncer, my mind whirling at a million RPMs a second.

I’d just witnessed an unknown guy performing fellatio on Ty’s cock in an alley. A fellow jock, by the look of him. That hadn’t been a figment of my sometimes X-rated imagination. That had been real.

Of course Ty’s queerness wasn’t my business. At all. It was just a surprise to see him with a man. A teammate? I had no idea, but he was vaguely familiar. Not a hockey player. A footballplayer. Yes! That was it. Someone I’d seen recently. Someone who—never mind. It didn’t matter.

Again, private affairs of the heart or penis were between consenting adults and no one else. My new knowledge or suspicion regarding the hockey hunk’s partner wasn’t to be shared. Ever.

Why did this feel like déjà vu? The bad kind that led to me falling on my sword.

I’d apologized profusely after the Valentine incident, and I’d promised to do better in the future.

Thiswas the future.