Page 24 of The Poster Boy (Love The Game #3)

Marek

I f I put the phone on speaker and closed my eyes, I could almost pretend that Jay was in the room with me. The low rumble of his voice over the phone wasn’t quite the same as when it was in my ear, but it would have to do.

“How do you want me to touch you?” he asked.

In the background, I heard the unmistakable sound of lube squirting out of a bottle. My dick twitched needily. “Tell me.”

Holy shit. I was going to combust. My blood was close to boiling I was so hot. Squirming around on the bed, I shoved my sweats down and kicked them off.

“What are you doing?”

“Sorry. I was getting naked.” I fumbled for the lube and then took my cock in hand, slicking my cock with slow strokes. “If you were here, I’d want you to hold me down.”

Jay made a sound of approval. I closed my eyes again and let myself fall into the fantasy. Of Jay here, with me. On me. His weight pinning me down. His cock sliding against mine .

“I want your cock against mine. Love how that feels,” I confessed to him as I continued to drag out my torture. My cock was so hard it ached and throbbed with my pulse. I teased the head for a bit, until I squirmed away from my own touch.

“You want me to jack us off together?” Jay’s voice sounded rougher now, strained, like he was just as worked up as I was. “You’ve got a pretty cock, Marek. You want me to stroke that pretty dick of yours?”

Jesus fucking Christ. I was going to die here in my bed.

I wondered if a human body could have a nuclear meltdown because my brains had to be liquified by now.

I held my cock in a tight grip and thrust, fucking my fist. It was already too much.

Too intense. With the way Jay kept talking, telling me the dirty things he wanted to do to me. Would be doing to me if he were here.

Fucking hell. I wanted that. Him. Here. Wanted him under me and on me. Wanted him in any way I could have him.

“Jay.” I pulled my hand away from my cock and watched it twitch as I fought my orgasm. “I’m so close.”

My voice had taken on a whiny quality, but if Jay minded, he didn’t say.

“Do you have any toys?”

I scoffed at his question. “I have it all. Plugs. Dildos. Fleshjacks.”

“What’s your favorite? Get that one.”

My favorite was an eggplant purple dildo that had a wicked curve and a thick base that stretched me out the perfect amount. Wide enough to feel the burn, but easy to get used to.

“Describe it for me,” he said once I’d retrieved it from the drawer .

“It’s long, thicker at the base, purple. Feels good inside me.” Not as good as he did though. I’d dreamed about the way Jay had fucked me. Though normally I preferred to top, I’d bottom for him again in a heartbeat.

I’d been with plenty of guys before Jay, but none had ever made me feel like I had their full attention. And none had been able to keep mine. Sometimes my hookups had gone sideways because, frankly, I got bored easily.

But not with Jay.

“Get it nice and wet.”

I fumbled with the lube and slathered a good amount on it. “Okay.”

My voice was gone. Breathy. Stretched thin to make room for my need for him. My desire for him consumed me in ways I’d never thought possible. “Now what?”

“Get comfortable, then I want you to slide it in nice and slow.”

I shifted around on the bed. Then, on a whim, I decided the bed wasn’t what I wanted. Moving to the floor, I stuck the dildo to the flooring with the suction cup and hovered over it.

“Tell me what you’re doing, Marek. Describe it for me.”

Grabbing my dick with one hand, I held onto the bed for stability with the other. “I suctioned it to the floor. I’m crouched over it in a squat. Oh, fuck,” I said as I lowered myself down on it. The head breached me, and I let out a breath. “Oh, fuck. I’ve got it in, just the tip.”

“Deeper.”

I could hear Jay jerking his cock. As hot as phone sex was, I wanted him with me.

I wouldn’t mind doing this again with him watching from somewhere in the room.

I sank down farther, taking more of the dildo inside me.

It got fatter as it went, and the stretch got to the point where I started to really feel it.

“It’s so thick. Fuck.” I sank down another inch, moaning as I jerked my cock. “Jay, it’s so fucking good.”

“What else do you like?” he asked, which was absolutely unfair of him.

My brain was fried. All my blood was pooled in my dick, and I panted like I’d just finished some suicide drills.

I liked him. I liked Jay. I liked the way he looked at me, even when he didn’t want to look at me, but couldn’t help himself. I liked the way his day-old stubble felt on my face when we’d kissed. The way his body felt underneath me. I liked the way he didn’t judge me for the wreck I was sometimes.

“I like to come,” I told him instead. Some truths were too much to reveal during sex.

Even though that was often when people were the most honest. The most vulnerable.

You could pretend to like someone, but they could feel the truth in your touch.

Or you could pretend to hate someone but kiss them like they meant something to you.

“Come on then, Marek. Let me hear you.” Jay sounded hoarse, like he was on the precipice himself.

Working my thigh muscles, I bounced up and down on the dildo, fucking myself with it, wishing it was him.

Wishing he were here. My hand flew over my cock, stroking it as fast as I could manage.

I bit my lip to keep myself from babbling.

Words kept wanting to spill out of me, and they were all things I didn’t want to say.

I hoarded my truths like treasure. Folded them up into paper hearts and tucked them away.

When I came, I fucking shattered. I sank down onto the dildo, taking it all the way inside and rocked back and forth on it, while I jerked myself to completion, coming all over the side of my bed, my floor, my hand.

I kept going until the rush of endorphins made me too lazy to want to bare my soul now. My secret was safe a little longer.

I sat still and listened to Jay shout as he came. Again, I wished that I could be there with him, and his absence felt suddenly like a rejection. The post-orgasm high I’d achieved quickly crashed, and I let out a shaky breath.

“Marek?” Jay was out of breath still. “You there? You good?”

“Yeah. Sorry. I think I came so hard I forgot how to function.” I eased off the dildo and let out a sigh. As good as it had felt in the moment, the interaction left me feeling off-balance and shaky after. I tried to laugh it off, but after the day I’d had, my attempt fell flat.

Sitting on the floor, I splayed my legs out to the side and sat there, cum in hand.

“Marek? Are you okay?”

“Did you know Christmas is next week?” I said.

I didn’t have it in me to keep my mouth shut.

Maybe if I’d been left with more brain cells after that explosive orgasm, I might have been able to keep quiet.

But my defenses were down, and part of me wanted to tell him.

Jay had already seen how not perfect I was, how scattered I could be, and he hadn’t gone running for the hills.

Or worse. Worse being him sticking around to make me feel inferior.

“Yeah.” He let out a breath and I heard rustling on the other end of the phone.

“What are you doing for Christmas, Jay?”

“Boone drags me out to his family’s place every year.”

Silence landed heavy between us, smothering me like a blanket .

“I was supposed to book a flight home to spend the holiday with Kelsey, my sister. But I forgot. And everything is booked. The only flight I could get was for after Christmas, and we’re kicking off our next series of away games.”

“Marek, I’m sorry. That sucks.”

“She’s going to be so mad.”

“Can she fly here?”

“She can’t get the time off. She and her girlfriend have plans too.” Grimacing, I shoved myself to my feet and grabbed the phone with my clean hand. Part of me suddenly wondered if the fact that I hadn’t booked the flight was some kind of subconscious way of me punishing myself.

“What are you going to do instead?”

Putting the phone down on the bathroom counter, I quickly washed my hands. It gave me time to try and think up a convincing lie. But if I’d wanted to lie to Jay, all I’d had to do was keep my mouth shut in the first place.

“I’m probably going to order take-out and watch movies.”

“Marek…” Jay’s voice was soft and kind and concerned.

“It’s fine.”

“It’s not fine. Look, I might not be like the greatest person who ever lived. I’m kind of an asshole if you hadn’t noticed.”

“I noticed.” Leave it to Jay to find a way to make me smile even when I didn’t want to.

“I might be an asshole, but I’m not the kind of asshole that’s okay with someone I know spending Christmas on the couch, alone.”

“It’s fine.”

“I swear to God, Marek, if you say that one more time, I’m going to shove your hockey stick up your ass sideways. ”

“That’s quite the mental image.”

“I think you should come with Boone and me to see his family. They live outside of the city, so it’s a bit of a drive, but at least you won't have to worry about last-minute flights.”

“You can’t just invite me to someone else’s house for Christmas, Jay.”

“That’s odd, because I just did. Look, Boone’s mom and dad are like parents to me. His siblings are pains in my ass, just like I’d always imagined siblings would be if I had any. They’d murder me in my sleep if they found out that I let you be alone on Christmas.”

My legs no longer wanted to support my weight so I put the lid down on the toilet and sat there.

“Jay, think about this for a second. When we’re around the team, I have a hard enough time not giving it away that I can’t wait to throw you down and fuck you through the floor.

We won’t have the buffer of the game, or practice, or the guys. ”

“And?”

“And what if Boone figures it out? Does he even know you’re gay?”

“Boone knows I’m gay.”

“And what if he figures out that we’ve been sneaking around?”

He let out a soft laugh. “Marek, I’m not worried about Boone or what he might think. Do I want the whole team to know? No, but only because I don’t want the whole league to know. But I can handle Boone. Say yes, Marek.”

“You’re bossy today.” I let out a sigh. “I still have to tell Kelsey about all this. She’s going to be so mad.”

“She’ll understand. And she wouldn’t want you to be alone either. ”

“If you can promise me that Boone and his family won’t mind, then I’ll go.”

“I swear on my skates, it’ll be okay.”

I let out a breath and the pressure in my chest eased. Truthfully, I hadn’t been looking forward to spending the holiday alone in my apartment. “Okay, Jay. You win.”

“It’ll be fine. You’ll see,” Jay promised.