Page 25 of Two Guys One Puck (Gods Versus Monsters Hockey #2)

TWENTY-FIVE

KTYTOR

Seaborn: Every time I’m in the steam room, I think about you.

W e message daily now and I hate admitting it but I miss the asshole. Waking up with him in my bed was nice. I hadn’t realized how starved for human contact I am. I thought about climbing in bed with Happy or Sleepy, neither would mind, but it’s not the same.

Ktytor: You’re making me hard at dinner, cupcake.

It’s annoying I can’t see him more, but we’re a four-hour train ride away from each other and he might as well be on mars because we’re both broke. So even if we have a rare few days off between school and hockey, paying for tickets all the time isn’t reasonable.

Seaborn: Good.

Ktytor: I fail to see how it’s good. Should I be giving steam room treatment to everyone? Because that’s just unrealistic and who has that kind of time?

Seaborn: And you’ve ruined my hard-on.

Ktytor: You’re the one teasing.

Seaborn: No, teasing would be sending you a dick pic.

Ktytor: You’re telling me that’s an option?

He sends a dim picture clearly taken in the steam room of a bulge in his towel. The picture could be anyone since none of his tattoos are showing, but I know it’s him.

Ktytor: You can do better, peach.

Seaborn: If you want a better video, call me.

Ktytor: Give me ten minutes. You better be in private by then.

Seaborn: Bet.

Eleven minutes later, I hit video call.

It rings twice before he answers. Can’t be too eager, but as I can see him active on Snap, I know he was waiting.

“Hello,” I say when his face comes into view.

“You’re a minute late.”

“I can jack off for someone else if I’m too late…” I say jokingly.

“Fuck you.”

“I would like to do that very much, so if you’d show me your dick, we could get started.” I already have one hand on my cock, and I’m half-hard.

“Are we skipping all the pleasantry then?” He gets kind of a coy smile, and I notice for the first time that he has dimples.

I guess he hasn’t smiled at me much, but I like them.I want to see them more.

“Since when have we ever done this in a civilized manner?” Why am I enjoying this so much?

“It doesn’t have to be civilized, but where’s the foreplay?”

“You calling our fighting foreplay?” I ask, more amused than I should be.

“Yes, so if you’re not going to hit me, baby, maybe you should try to get to know me.” He’s really fucking hot when he’s playful.

I shouldn’t be enjoying this so much. I don’t like people. Not like this. “Would you like me to ask you about your day, handsome?”

“If you’re not going to buy me dinner, I would prefer it.” His smile grows.

“I left dinner for you. That should count.” I flip my camera around.

“It’s not the… Fuck.”

I brush my thumb over my tip, putting on a show. “How’s this for foreplay?”

His lips part in a silent groan, and he flips his camera, giving me a view of the bulge in his shorts. Without me asking, he pulls down his waistband, exposing himself.

“I want you in my mouth,” I say without thinking, which isn’t like me.

Why does he do that to me too easily?

“I wish you were here. Your lips are so perfect.” Seaborn is so sweet like this.

“You’re so much more agreeable when you’re touching your dick. Maybe I could use that during a game.”

He squeezes his cock, and I can feel it in mine. “Going to blow me before our next one?”

“If it makes you less cranky, is a great idea.”

He laughs coldly. “It might make me nicer, but it won’t help you win.”

I chide him with a noise. “Then we’ll have to keep our arrangement as it is.”

“I won’t complain. I’ve been thinking about being inside you for a week.”

I hiss. “If you win.”

“You liked it. Tell me you did.” He rolls his fist over his thick cock, and I can almost feel it.

“I did.” I’m leaking pre-cum like crazy.

“You do,” Seaborn prompts. “And next time I see you, I’m taking what I want. Win or lose.”

I inhale sharply, cock throbbing as I stroke. “We don’t play each other again for ages.”Why the fuck am I so needy with him? I don’t like being this dependent on anyone.

“We’ll both be in DC next week.” Ronan rocks his hips, grinding his dick into his palm.

I could watch him all day. “What?”

He explains travel partners to me, and hope blossoms in my chest. It’s not seeing him a lot, but it might be enough to scratch the itch, so I stop thinking about it so much.

“Look at how sexy you can be. I knew you had it in you, baby doll.”

He barks a laugh. “Keep stroking your cock. I want to see you come.”

“Yes, daddy,” I say with snark.

He doesn’t react to that nickname. Interesting.

“Let me see all of you,” Seaborn says after another minute.

“How?” I ask, not really sure what he’s expecting here.

“Prop up your phone with a pillow. I want to see all of you.”

“Fine.” I flip the camera around and set my phone so he has a great view. “But you have to, too.”

He’s already setting it up, leaning his phone against a lamp on his nightstand, but he doesn’t lie back down. “Much better.” He stays up on his knees, fully facing his phone while stroking himself.

“You like putting on a show, don’t you?”

Seaborn growls, upper lip pulling. I struck a cord. “I’m just giving you the view you’ll have next week when I own that mouth and then your ass.”

“Christ, Ronan. Who knew you were so filthy?”

“You bring it out in me.” His words bring me so close.

I’m barely holding off when I ask. “How do I do that?”

“Fuck, just the way you say my name.”

“How else?” I’m so close. I don’t know how much longer I can hold off, but I want it to last.

“Pushing my buttons. Your mouth. I can’t stop thinking about how fucking good it feels to be inside you.” His words pull my release from me.

I come all over my hand and chest, gasping as I do.

Ronan sits back on his heels, eyes locked on the phone. “You’re so sexy when you come, Leontiy.”

“Don’t do that.” I close my eyes, wishing he couldn’t see my face.

“Do what?” he asks through gasps.

“Let me see you come,” I deflect.

He strokes over himself a few more times and explodes.

The month drags by and I spend more time on the phone with Seaborn than I do with my own roommates. It’s not going to end well, but I’m ignoring that for now.

I get on our flight to DC and pull out my phone to see if he’s messaged me. When I don’t find a text from Seaborn I decide to check in on my brother.

Ktytor: How’s mom?

Little brother: she’s okay.

Ktytor: Nothing more?

Little brother: She’s stressed. She got a second job.

Ktytor: I told her not to do that.

Little brother: She doesn’t have a choice.

Ktytor: I already sent you the money I had for books. Let me figure out if I can spare anymore. I will talk to my agent to see if there are any other personal sponsorships I can do that follow the stupid rules.

Little brother: Thank you. I’m sorry I have to ask.

Ktytor: As long as you stay in school.

Little brother: I am.

Ktytor: I need to get ready for my game. I’ll call you in the morning. Okay?

Little brother: Okay.

I’m so mad I can’t do more. I’m mad I can’t get paid while I play in college. It’s horse shit everyone else can profit off us, but we are forced to live on a pittance. It’s helped a little they’ve started to allow us personal brand deals, but it’s not enough.

At least there’s promise of some relief tonight. I get to see Ronan.

Ktytor: We just finished.

My team is leaving the arena before he replies.

Seaborn: Us too. How’d you do?

Ktytor: We won. You?

Seaborn: We won.

Ktytor: Where are you staying?

He gives me his hotel, and it’s right across from ours. Perfect.

Seaborn: I need to go out with the team. Give me like two hours?

Ktytor: Cool. I have to with mine too.

It was a lie. They don’t give a fuck what I do. They are used to my nonsocial ways. The last thing I want to do is go out after the week I’ve had. All I want to do is spend the night with him, but it’ll keep my team from being suspicious, so I go out.

All night, my mind keeps going back to him.

I want to talk to him. I’ve never been like this, and it’s weirding me out.

Being attracted to men is an easier thing to handle.

Wanting to talk to someone all the time and getting giddy is just rude.

This is not how my normal brain is, and I don’t know how to process it.

“You seem a little down.” Happy puts another drink in my hand.

I lift it to sniff.

“It’s vodka. I’m not an idiot.”

“I have to make sure you’re not trying to poison my system with some inferior alcohol.”

Happy rolls his eyes. “We won. You should be happy.”

“I am happy.”

“Did you guys see who the fuck is at the bar across the street?” Grumpy says, making me look over.

“Who?”

“The fucking Gods team,” Grumpy spits out.

What are the odds?

Sleepy joins the conversation.“We should go over there.”

“We should,” Grumpy agrees.

All these idiots are plastered. This is the worst idea, but I’m not about to look like I’m defending them. What the fuck can I say?

“And do what? I’d prefer not to get kicked out of the Myth League for misconduct.”

“I’m not gonna start a fight.” Grumpy stands up. “I’m just going to see what they’re up to. And there’s no good puck bunnies over here anyway.”

“Whatever. Do what you will.” But I get up because I know I can’t let them go alone, and a part of me wants to see Seaborn, so I follow them out.

We make it across the street without anyone getting hit by a car, which is more of a challenge than I’d have thought. We almost lose Bashful to a parked car.

Once inside the bar, we look around. I don’t see Seaborn right away, but it’s clearly the Gods team, and there are a lot of girls all over them. This whole situation is a powder keg.

I glance around for Seaborn.

He’s in the back corner with a girl on either fucking side of him.

It shouldn’t infuriate me, but it does.

I tell myself to leave.

I can’t.

I remind myself he’s not mine.