Page 20 of Two Guys One Puck (Gods Versus Monsters Hockey #2)

TWENTY

SEABORN

K tytor sneaks out early in the morning and, shockingly, my roommates don’t give me too much shit. Until a week later when I walk in on them sitting in the living room, looking serious.

“Is everything okay?” I close the door and drop my bag so I can take off my coat.

“We didn’t want to have to do this, but we’re worried about you.”

I hang up my coat and take off my shoes before turning back to face them. “Why?” I run through the last week in my head, and I don’t feel like I’ve been off in practice or anything.

Archangel and Wolfe exchange a glance.

“We think sleeping with Ktytor is a cry for help.” Wolfe pats the seat next to him. “Come, take a seat.”

“I don’t really want to.”

Wolfe tents his fingers, putting them to his lips. “As your captains, we need to talk to you. Please don’t make us do this the hard way.”

“The hard way?” I glance around like other teammates are going to pop out and restrain me.

“We’ll have to get Coach Hawke involved.”

I laugh. “Since he’s sleeping with Cox, I don’t really think he’s got a lot of room to talk.”

Wolfe narrows his eyes. “You’ve got a point.”

“Please, just hear us out.” Archangel says, getting up to come over to me.

“Fine. Whatever.” I take a seat opposite Wolfe. “Go ahead.”

Wolfe reaches for a white poster board, but Archangel waves him off. “Visuals are helpful!”

“It’s a little over the top,” Archangel says, sitting next to Wolfe. It makes them look like disapproving parents.

It would be funny if I wasn’t annoyed.

“How long has this been going on?” Wolfe asks.

“It’s not really going on. It’s happened a couple of times.”

“So you’ve fucked him more than once?!” Wolfe seems shocked.

“More or less.”

“When was the first?” he presses.

I’m not sure if giving them the details is going to help or hurt, but fuck it. “After the game when we got into that big fight.”

“How the fuck?” Archangel’s southern accent comes out in full force when he’s surprised.

“I don’t know.” I end up just telling them the story because I know they are going to drag it out of me.

They’re just staring when I finish.

“This has been going on eight fucking months, and you didn’t tell your best friends?” Archangel is clearly still hurt, and maybe I deserve that.

“It’s not really an easy topic to broach. He is the enemy, as you’ve both pointed out, and it’s… You know.” I drop my voice, not able to say it.

“It’s not that big of a deal.” Archangel crosses his arms.

“For you. It is for me. If I don’t get drafted, I don’t know what the fuck I’m going to do when my dad dies. We can barely pay our bills as it is. My aunt helps as much as she can, but we are sinking,” I snap because Archangel’s never had to worry about money a day in his life.

“They aren’t going to not draft you because you’re gay,” Archangel scoffs. “Not in this day and age.”

“I’m glad you’re comfortable being out, but that’s just not the case. There are still lots of older homophobes who don’t want to play with anyone gay.”

Archangel opens his mouth to reply, but Wolfe cuts him off.

“He’s right. If they already trust you and shit, you’re fine to come out, but it drastically lowers his prospects. It’s not just the players either. The league is littered with homophobes. He’ll have a much easier time if he’s acting straight.”

Archangel rolls his eyes but doesn’t argue. I’m sure it hasn’t been easy for him to be one of the only very openly gay guys in college hockey, but he did choose that. His life differs from mine. We aren’t playing with the same rules because he doesn’t need the money.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you two. I should have, but it’s been a mind fuck.” I push to my feet. “Can I go?”

“No.” Wolfe says before I can leave. “This isn’t about your sexuality. We’ll put a pin in that part. This is about you and your mental health.”

“What about my mental health?” I ask.

“You’re clearly having a breakdown of some sort.”

“Huh?”

“Why else would you be sleeping with the enemy if you weren’t having a midlife crisis?”

“I’m twenty-one.”

Wolfe ignores me and goes on. “Increasingly dangerous seeking behavior is also a sign of bipolar disorder and suicidal ideation. This is serious.”

“For fuck’s sake. It’s not that deep.” Maybe I do need to learn from Ktytor. But I want to smack myself for thinking that.

“Maybe you don’t think it’s that deep, but you’re going through a lot right now, and we see the signs.”

“You’re making it sound like I’m doing hard drugs.” I rub a hand over my face. “You two sleep with people all the time.”

“But Ktytor?!” Archangel says.

“And you did try and sleep with that chick who looked like him, so this is a pretty deeply imbedded thing.”

Archangel nods. “You’re right. I forgot about that.”

Fuck, I’m going to be here all day if I don’t get these two assholes off my back. “He’s gone, and I’m not even going to see him again. He’s three and a half hours away, and we don’t play them in the season for like a month.” I know—I checked first thing after he left.

“He has a point. He doesn’t have a car,” Archangel says to Wolfe.

“Can we trust him not to sneak off to get a fix and, like, hitchhike there?!” Wolfe is clearly going in on his made-up scenario, which is going to make this a fun evening of him freaking out.“His behavior is escalating which is a bad sign!”

“I don’t think he’s that far gone…” Archangel is trying not to feed into his delusions, thankfully.

“How do we know? We don’t know how bad this is! He’s kept it a secret for eight months.” Wolfe gets more animated with every word.

Archangel pats his arm. “Take a breath. I don’t think it’s gone that far.”

“We just can’t know!” Wolfe puts his head in his hands.

“Can I go?” I mouth to Archangel.

He nods.

I quickly take my backpack and go to my room. I find a Snap waiting when I pull my phone out.

Ktytor: Are you home yet?

We’d been chatting some. Mostly flirting.

Seaborn: Yes.

Ktytor: Why so late?

Seaborn: because I only have class Tuesday and Thursday.

Ktytor: Bastard.

Seaborn: you’re just jealous.

Ktytor: Of course I am.

Ktytor: When do you have practice?

Seaborn: Not for an hour.

Ktytor: good you have time to enjoy this.

A photo icon appears on the app, and my thumb hovers over it. I click it, not sure what to expect. A photo of him with his sweats pulled so low I can see the base of his dick.

Seaborn: tease.

Ktytor: If you want more, ask for it.

What the fuck do I even say to that? And would he really send me a picture?

Seaborn: Why do I have to ask?

Ktytor: I’m not sending unsolicited dick pics. That’s not sexy.

He’s got me there.

Seaborn: I want to see your dick.

I surprised myself on how true it is as I type it.

Another red picture icon appears. I click it, and it’s not just a picture but a video of him stroking his half-hard cock.

Fuck. Mine’s hardening.

I save the message in the chat, knowing how much it will feed his ego, but I want to be able to look at it later.

Ktytor: I saw that.

Seaborn: You were meant to.

Seaborn: why aren’t you fully hard?

Ktytor: You haven’t made me yet.

Smooth motherfucker.

I grip myself through my sweats and snap a pic, then send it before I can think about it. He saves it in the chat and my chest sparks with happiness. I don’t even know what I’m feeling, but I like it. I can’t help but smile, waiting for what he says.

Ktytor: I want to see you.

I bite my lip and snap a selfie with a half smirk since chicks fucking love when I do that on insta.

Seaborn: Like this?

Ktytor: Sure, now I’m imagining my cock between those pretty full lips of yours.

Seaborn: Did that make you fully hard?

Ktytor: Yes.

Seaborn: Let me see.

Ktytor: Show me first.

I exhale sharply. I’ve never sent a dick pic, and I’m not sure how to even take a good one.

I unzip my jeans and stand in front of my full-length mirror, opening the camera.

I watch myself through the app, trying to see what looks good.

I hesitate, then pull up my shirt, tucking it under my chin so he can see my abs too.

Then I record a few seconds of stroking my cock and send it without watching it back.

I hold my breath and wait.

Ktytor: Christ. You have no right to be that sexy.

I exhale in relief.

He watches the video again, then saves it, and I smile, chest getting warmer.

Seaborn: Let me see you.

He sends me a longer video, laid out on his bed. He’s stroking languidly, taking his time.

My mouth waters, and I save it and then watch again.

Seaborn: Are you going to cum?

Ktytor: do you want me to?

Seaborn: Yes.

On a whim I type out:

Seaborn: film it for me.

Ktytor: Okay.

I go back to watching his other video while I wait, rolling my hand over my dick.

I’m nearly ready to come by the time it clicks through.

I open it immediately, and my heart pounds in my ears as I watch his veiny cock pulse and then explode.

I lick my lips, remembering the taste of him watching his cum drip down his shaft.

I watch it over and over and come with a couple more strokes, painting my mirror.

Fuck.

Ktytor: Your turn.

Seaborn: I came watching your video.

I send him a photo of my still hard dick and my mirror with my cum on it.

Ktytor: You owe me. I expect payback later.

Seaborn: Deal

I go clean myself up waiting for his reply and notice Ktytor types for a minute, then stops, then types for a minute, then stops.

Seaborn: What don’t you want to say.

Ktytor: It seems you’re better at reading my mood in messages than in person.

Seaborn: It’s payback for you reading mine from my face.

Ktytor: no wonder you don’t like it.

Seaborn: What don’t you want to say?

Ktytor: You’re quite agreeable about owing me.

Seaborn: Is that all?

Ktytor: It made me wonder if your head space is better.

I’m not quite sure how to answer that because it’s a mix.

Seaborn: I’m trying to think less and lead with my dick instead of my brain.

Ktytor: You’re taking my advice? Excuse me while I faint.

Seaborn: Don’t get used to it.

Ktytor: so we have a month?

Now it’s my turn to hesitate.

Seaborn: you want to see me in a month?

Ktytor: Do you have to ask?

Seaborn: answer the question.

Ktytor: Yes.

My heart stops for a single moment.

Ktytor: I won’t even make you wager, unless you want to.

Seaborn: Maybe I want both.

Ktytor: Good.

It’s going to be a really long month.