Page 22 of Two Guys One Puck (Gods Versus Monsters Hockey #2)

TWENTY-TWO

SEABORN

T he goal lights up.

Ktytor scored.

Bringing the score up 3-3.

Mother fucker.

I got too cocky, and it bit me in the ass.

Ktytor makes a kissy face. “Not so sure of your win now, are you?”

“Lucky shot.”

“Hardly,” he replies and skates back to the line for the face off.

We’re taken out for a break, and Coach Hawke turns to speak to us while we chug some water.

“I want to win this, which means we need to keep Ktytor from scoring. I know you have it in you. What do you guys think?”

“Between me and Oxley, I think we can handle it,” Cox says, then pauses to look at Forest. “What about you? Can you two get along long enough to help me out?”

Oxley scowls but nods.

“Forest?” Hawke asks when he doesn’t answer.

“I can handle it,” Forest says after a long pause.

Cox and Hawke meet each other’s gaze, and half the time, it feels like because of their not-so-secret relationship, Cox is like our assistant coach. It makes me laugh.

Everyone turns on me.

“Fuck’s sake. No need to single me out,” I laugh because I’m in a great mood. I know we can win this. “I’m chill. I got Ktytor.”

“You sure?” Archangel mutters.

“Positive.” I give him a reassuring smile. He’s been a little off since he and Wolfe tried their little intervention, but we’ve both been busy and haven’t really talked, so I haven’t had a chance to ask him about it.

Archangel scoffs and rolls his eyes.

“Problem?” Coach Hawke asks.

Archangel shakes his head. “No. I guess we’ll see how it plays out.”

We get back on the ice and have six minutes, and if I hold him off, my reward is that I get to bury myself inside him. I’m worn the fuck out from the battle all game, but that one thought alone gives me new life. I pull every last fucking reserve to make sure we win.

Ktytor gets more and more frustrated with every passing minute. I completely shut him down and trust the offense will make something happen. It’s all I can do.

“So desperate to touch me, sunshine?”

I grin. “I’ve missed you. Haven’t you missed my hands all over you?”

“I’d prefer you save it for later.”

“Not a fucking chance,” I laugh, stealing the puck from him again. I send it towards Cox over by the boards.

He says something in his language and shoves off me going after the puck. I follow, keeping up with him. Last season, he would have out skated me, but this year, I feel way better. Like I’m ready to play professionally. He’s helped me in a way I hadn’t even realized.

Before Ktytor can get to the puck, we move it up, and Cox takes it.

“Bastard. Get on him!” Ktytor calls out, but it’s too late.

Cox passes to Oxley, who quickly whips it to Forest in the center. All Forest has to do is redirect. He cradles the puck like a damn egg. It’s beautiful, but can he get it past their beast of a goalie?

He flicks his stick, and the entire arena collectively holds their breath.

Their goalie barely gets a hand on it, and I groan, but he doesn’t stop it. It spins off his glove and back into the goal.

“YES!” I throw my fist in the air and turn on Ktytor.

He’s face is expressionless, and I don’t know how to take it. But I don’t have time to read into it as the team skates over to surround Forest. It’s his first goal of the season, and after the start he’s had, coming from only playing street hockey, it’s pretty damn impressive.

We’re still celebrating in the locker room, and they make plans to go out and which bar we are meeting at after we sneak out of the hotel. We have an early flight, and Coach isn’t going to be happy, but that’s none of my business.

“You coming with us?” Wolfe asks when I get out of the shower.

“You know it.” I don’t dare tell him I have other plans. I don’t need to be kidnapped by his 6’6 ass. I’d end up tied to him all night, and I’m not doing that a second time.

“Sweet.” He slaps my ass in a totally normal dude bro way that is still weird to me after all my years of college hockey.

“I’m gonna get dressed now.”

He shoots finger guns my way.

I laugh and re-secure my towel before checking my phone. Nothing, but I don’t let myself read into it. My signal is shit in here, and I’m not sure I’d get a message even if he sent one.

I throw on my clothes and grab my stuff, then head out to the bus with the team.

It’s a short ride to our hotel, and Coach doesn’t talk much.

He tells us we need to be back in early because we play BU tomorrow.

At least we don’t have to fly somewhere else.

I’m glad he’s not like most other coaches who would try to prevent us from going out. We’d never listen anyway.

I ditch my stuff in the room and take a seat on my bed to message Ktytor when Archangel barges in.

“What?” I say before I can stop myself.

He’s not my normal roommate. He always stays with Wolfe.

“Coach moved us around. You got a problem with that?”

I shake my head. “So Savage is…with Wolfe?”

“Obviously.” He dramatically drops his bag and crosses his arms.

“Do you have a fucking issue?” I ask, tossing my phone aside.

“Are you still gonna meet him?”

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business.” I sit back, not wanting to do this right now. I want to see if Ktytor has messaged me.

“You can’t think this is a good idea.”

“We fucking won. I shut him down. He only scored once. No team keeps him that shut down.” I’m fucking pissed he’s not giving me credit. “It’s not affecting my game.”

“For now. Love fucks you up, especially when it’s that close to home.

” He sounds like he knows what he’s talking about, but as long as I’ve known him, he’s only ever dated guys who have nothing to do with hockey.

Maybe he had a bad experience before college.

But that’s not my problem. He’s got to work it out himself.

“Your objection is noted, but it’s not a big deal, just a fuck.” I don’t like how I feel when I say it, but it has to be only that. We don’t even like each other. “Is that all?”

Before Archangel can reply, Wolfe busts in like the damn Kool-Aid man. His fucking timing is always the worst. Or maybe the best.

“How did you get a key to our room?” Archangel demands.

“I asked the front desk. I just smiled, and they gave me whatever I wanted.”

Archangel scoffs. “They will just do anything for a straight white man won’t they?”

Wolfe shrugs.

“You’re impossible.”

“And you like it. Now why aren’t you dressed?” Wolfe looks between us.

“I’m working on it.” Archangel grabs some shit out of his bag and goes to the bathroom, which is odd. None of us are shy about nudity.

“You’re coming, right?”Wolfe asks.

“Of course.” I hope he can’t see through me like Ktytor.

“Good! Worked all that out of your system, then?” Wolfe leans in, sticking his chin out.

“You could say that.”

“Excellent. Ten minutes, I expect you both.” He leaves, and I decide to grab my stuff and get out of here before Archangel comes out of the bathroom.

I don’t need another lecture, even if Ktytor ghosts me.

I step out of the hotel and glance around, no idea what direction to even head, so I just walk back toward the campus. I check my phone again and decide to just message him.

Seaborn: I’m ready to collect my winnings.

That seems to spur my phone, and his messages all come through at the same time.

Ktytor: suddenly not interested?

Ktytor: If you don’t want to accept your winnings…

Ktytor: I guess I should make other plans. ;)

Fuck.

Seaborn: I just got all those.

Seaborn: My service was shit.

Ktytor: Sure you’re not out with your team celebrating?

I take a picture of myself walking down the street.

Seaborn: Walking back toward campus.

He doesn’t say anything else, only sends me an address.

It’s a ten-minute walk, and he’s waiting outside when I get there.

“No roommate?” I ask.

“Not one that’s nosy like yours, honey cake.” He doesn’t move, and neither do I.

“I wasn’t ignoring you.”

“I believe you,” he says curtly.

“Were you worried?” I want to touch him, but do I just reach out? This is all so weird and new.

He shrugs, not meeting my gaze. “A little.”

I just go for it, stepping closer, sliding a hand round the side of his neck and using my thumb to tilt his face up, heart racing. I can’t believe I’m doing this in public. It feels so risky. “I want you.”

He searches my face and swallows. “You better not disappoint if I’m giving you my ass.”

I drag my teeth over my lip, barely suppressing a groan. “I promise I’m going to make you come so hard, you forget your name.”

He lifts up on his toes, brushing our lips together, breathing his words into my mouth. “Show me.”

I flick my tongue into his mouth, tasting his need. “Here, or are we going inside?”

“I won’t stop you if you want to put on a show.” He grabs my wrist, but instead of pulling my hand off his throat, he presses it tighter.

My cock hardens. “Maybe next time. I want you all to myself the first time.”

“You think I’m going to let you fuck me again?” His tone is playful.

“You already owe me two, but I think you’ll be begging.”

“Wishful thinking.” He rolls his eyes but kisses me deeply before we go inside.

It’s a pretty bare college apartment without anything on the walls and with basic furniture.

He takes his shoes off, and I follow suit when he picks them up and carries them to his room.

I set mine with his and take in his tiny bedroom.

It barely fits a full-size bed and a desk.

He has a shelf above the bed with a few photos of what looks like his brother and mother.

He doesn’t have many decorations, and I’m not surprised.

I didn’t either before moving in with Wolfe and Archangel.

We both stand there looking at each other, neither of us making a move.

But it only takes a second before we collide. My hand is back on his throat, and his are stripping me. We grab at each other frantically. His hands run up my sides, and his fingers find my nipples. It’s not fast enough.

I get a grip on his hair and tip his head back, loving that I’m taller than he is. He slides a hand into my boxer briefs, pulling out my erection, and I groan into his mouth.

“Are you going to take your winnings?” he asks, palming my hard-on.

“Have you ever?” I ask breathless.

“What, been fucked by a man? No.” His dark, heady gaze finds mine, but he doesn’t stop stroking me. “Have you?”

I shake my head. “No.”

“Really?” He seems surprised.

“I mean with a guy.” My cheeks heat.

Ktytor brushes a thumb over my cheek. “Is cute when you blush.”

“Fuck you.” Uncertainty fills my throat.

I’ve had a fucking dick in my mouth. Why am I freaking out about this?

I’ve already crossed so many lines. It’s all gay, isn’t it?

Not like I can come back from any of it.

But it doesn’t matter because Ktytor kisses me again, tenderly this time, and I’m fucking gone.

I need to be inside him. There isn’t even a decision.

What is one more line crossed?

“That’s the idea, yes,” Ktytor speaks again when I don’t move. “You’ve fucked lots of girls, right?”

I nod.

“You make it good for the women you fuck, yes?”

“Of course.”

“And you’ve done anal?”

I swallow hard, knowing how much color is probably in my face. “Yes.”

I don’t know why I don’t like admitting this. Some girls offer that first because it’s not losing their v-card. I don’t get it, but it’s not like I’m mad. Anal is hot.

“Can’t be that different. So fuck me like one of your puck girls, Ronan.” The way he purrs my name is so fucking good.

I want to groan but I laugh and roll my eyes at his movie reference. “You’re going to pay for that.”

“I’m hoping so.”

The tension eases, and we’re kissing again. I man handle him to the bed, and when we get there, I pick him up and toss him onto the mattress before ditching my shorts.

He groans as he lands on his ass, cock tenting his briefs. I plant a knee between his and drop over him to find his lips. He lifts his hips, grinding against me.

I sit back needing his skin on mine. “Take those off.”

“You take them off.”

I hook my fingers in the waistband of his briefs and slide them down his thighs, exposing him to me. “I forgot condoms.”

“I have some.”

“Really? Why?”

“Either way, one of us was losing, so I wanted to be prepared.”

My cock aches. “I need to be inside you.”

Ktytor smiles and holds out the condom. “What are you waiting for?”

“I’ll be gentle.”

“You sweet baby. I don’t want to be able to walk tomorrow. I want to feel every inch of your beautiful cock.” His words take away any remaining hesitation I had.

“I’m going to remind you that you asked for this.” I pour lube over my fingers, stroking his cock while I work my other hand lower. I brush over his hole, earning a whimper.

“Christ, Seaborn.” His words are heady and his accent thicker when he’s turned on. I love it.

I tease slowly, circling his hole and backing off, then rubbing over it before dipping a finger inside. His knees fall wide, and I love watching him open up for me. I push my finger deeper, and his hips buck off the bed.

“Fuck,” he says in an exhale.

“Bad?”

He shakes his head. “Very good.”

I add a second finger, and he writhes under me, arching in ecstasy. He’s the sexiest person in the world.

I dip down and lick the head of his cock. I’m so turned on, I could come instantly. Maybe it’s good I’m taking some time to prep him so I can last more than a fucking minute. I’ve never had an issue lasting, but Ktytor is something else.

I alternate between kissing and biting his chest and abs and hips while I work him open. He’s a sweaty mess and cursing me out by the time I have three fingers inside of him.

“What?” I say with a smirk.

“You want to make me come before you even get inside me?”

“I want to make you come over and over tonight.”

“Evil. I like it.” He lays his head back.

But I decide I want him to come on my cock first. “Ready?”

“Say my name.”

I’m careful in remembering how he said it. “Leontiy.”

“Now you can fuck me.”