Page 29 of Two Guys One Puck (Gods Versus Monsters Hockey #2)

TWENTY-NINE

SEABORN

I haven’t heard from him all morning, and maybe I’m stupid for going to the train station.

Hell, maybe I’m stupid for buying him a ticket with the last of my money.

But my entire life seems like a series of bad ideas right now, so what’s adding one more?

I pull my ball cap low and stand back as the train pulls into the platform.

People get off in a rush, and I look at my phone.

Ktytor hasn’t even read my damn message. Why the fuck had I come out of the way to the station to pick him up when he didn’t even message me? I could be spending time with my family or working.

As I’m in our thread, my last message pops up read.

He’s typing.

He’s going to tell me he missed the train. I’m so fucking stupid. No. I’m mad. This fucking bastard is going to tell me he just woke up or something and that he can’t come.

I close the messenger and shove off the wall about to leave when I see him step off the train. It’s been at least five minutes since the last person got off. What the fuck was he doing?

I nod at him, and he walks in my direction. “What the fuck? Why’d you take so long to get off the train?”

“You thought I blew you off, didn’t you?” He’s fucking smug.

“Did you wait just to piss me off?” I can’t believe this dick.

“You do fuck better when you’re mad.”

I growl.

“I’m kidding. Not about the fucking—I would never kid about that. But I fell asleep. The conductor had to wake me up,” he says like it’s no big deal.

“Why didn’t you call when you left?” I ask, still annoyed.

“I wasn’t going to wake you up, baby. I’m not rude.” Ktytor pats my cheek and I glare. “If you’re going to look at me like that, you’re going to have to fuck me in a bathroom or something.”

I grind my teeth. “We have a fucking train to catch. If we don’t make this one, we’ll have to do two changes?—”

He cuts me off with a look.

“What?”

“You haven’t touched me in nineteen days. Do you want to wait until we see your family and then have to sneak around your house?”

“No,” I say in an exhale, not having considered any of that.

“I didn’t think so.”

He walks toward the public toilet.

“I’m sure you’ve fucked women in worse places, no?”

“What do you think is worse than a public bathroom?”

“A frat house?” He has a point.

I glance around. “Let’s wait until we get to a different station. This one is so busy, and the risk of us being seen together…”

Ktytor holds up his hands. “Fine. I won’t push it.”

We make the train and sit next to each other in a half-filled car.

We ride in silence for a long time looking at our phones, as incognito as possible. I don’t look around not wanting anyone to recognize us.

His thigh brushes into mine and my skin heats. Did he do that on purpose? I glance over to see what he’s doing. Ktytor is wearing a huge grin.

I nudge mine into him. He presses into me.

Fuck.

I drop a hand to my dick subtlety pressing the heel of palm into my halfy.

He drops his gaze and licks his lips.

I shift. I am not going to survive this train ride.

He toys with me the entire train ride and I’m so worked up I’m uncomfortable.

But I feel giddy.I’m happy to get a whole week with him. I cannot wait to have Ktytor alone.

I walk in the front door, and because I have the worst luck, everyone is in the living room. Dad, Aunt Emily, Zeph—even Otto is home—and he’s never home. They all stare at us while I try to come up with something to say because, like a dumbass, I haven’t thought this out.

“Hi,” I say awkwardly and wave. “This is Leontiy…my friend.”

“Your friend?” Dad asks because he’s a huge hockey fan and knows exactly who Ktytor is. He follows all my games.

“Yep. My friend.” I plaster a smile on my face, but I’m sure I look like a serial killer, so I stop. “He plays?—”

My dad cuts me off. “For Boston. The Monsters. I know. You’re friends?”

“We are…Right… Glad you know. He is going to stay with us since he can’t go home. Hope that’s not a problem.” I shove Ktytor toward my bedroom, needing to get out of this hellhole and formulate a plan. “I’m just going to get him settled on my trundle bed.”

I get him in my room and close the door behind us. “Fuck. I should have thought that one through.”

“Did you not tell them?”

I make a face. “Not exactly.”

“You mean no?”

“Correct. It’s fine, though. They love guests. I don’t have to ask. I just have to explain.” Why did I have to think with my dick last night? I’m still glad he’s here, but I really should have come up with a story. “Let me pull out the bed.”

I bend over, and he comes up behind me, pressing his dick into my ass. “Nice view.”

I awkwardly get the trundle out, then turn on him, grabbing his jaw while backing him into the wall. He reaches between us, but I take hold of his wrist and pin it to the wall above his head. “Be good and settle in while I go talk to them.”

“You haven’t even kissed me yet. I’m starting to think you don’t like me.” He searches my face. Is he being vulnerable? I like it.

“You know I… Are you fishing for compliments?”

“Maybe. You neglected me the whole train ride.” He rubs his nose over mine and all the need from the train comes rushing back.

I crush my mouth to his and kiss him deeply. He sucks my tongue, rubbing up against me.

He grabs my ass, dragging my body to his.

“I’ve missed you.”

“Show me how much,” he says into my mouth.

“Fuck.” I force myself back. “First, I need to go talk to them.”

“I have a question before you go.”

“What?”

“What was that little wave you did to your family? Is this some American family greeting?” He’s fighting a smile.

“You’re such a dick.”

“It was cute and awkward. I want to know if is cultural. I am here for cultural exchange.” Ktytor is full on grinning now.

“You know it’s fucking not.”

He shrugs. “Might be. Americans are weird.”

“Everyone is fucking weird. Get settled. Let me go talk to them.”I step around the trundle taking up most of the floor space.

“You’re so screwed.”

I glance over my shoulder. “So screwed.”

“Have you at least come up with a story yet?” he asks on the verge of laughing.

I glare but finally say, “No.”

“Tell them we met at camp. Duh.”

“Why are you so much better at this?” I ask.

“I had to lie to survive growing up. It makes me good at it.”

“Why?”

He shakes his head. “Because Ukrainian parents are strict and I don’t like to follow directions.”

“No kidding.” I walk out, exhaling as I close the door behind me. “Can you guys not be fucking weird?” If I start out abrasive, they’ll back down. My family’s love language is sarcasm.

“We’re just confused. Isn’t that the guy you were punching out on the ice last season?” my dad asks, knowing damn well it was.

“We became friends at the Dragon’s camp over the summer. Haven’t you noticed us being a lot nicer on the ice.”

“Is that nicer?” Dad asks.

“We haven’t full out fist fought,” I say which is funny because we do kind of still hate each other on the ice.

“We thought you two still hated each other?” Emily looks at me like I grew a second head. “You were fighting last game.”

“That’s the normal amount of fighting. We are still rivals.”

Emily turns her phone around. “You’re on the top ten hockey rivals of all times?”

“Really?” I lean in to look closer. “Number three? We can do better than that…”

“See!” she says like she just won.

“The media plays those things up.”I shrug.

“We’ve had our moments, but we are chill, and it felt shitty to leave him at school all alone.

He’s got nowhere to go. It’s hard to even get food on campus on break!

And not like he can go back to his family, so what?

Should he stay in the empty dorms with barely any food?

” None of that was probably true, but I want them to feel a little bad.

“Plus, I figured he could come work with me. You know how much help Uncle Garret needs.”

“That would really help your uncle out,” Dad says thoughtfully, and I know he’ll get on board.

That’s easy enough, but since Emily is living here now too since dad’s fall, I want her to be okay with it. I follow her into the kitchen to check on dinner.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

“You’re not going to work the whole time you’re home, are you?” Emily is still frowning.

“The extra money will help with Christmas and Zeph’s hockey fees. Leontiy could use the cash, too. It’s like three birds with one stone.”

“You can’t give up your whole life to take care of us.” She puts her hand on my shoulder. “I am working from home now and I sublet my apartment. So we aren’t as tight as before.”

“I could say the same to you.”

“What other choice do I have?”

“To live your life. I will be able to help soon. I’m almost done with school. They are already saying I’ll go high in the draft.” I pull her into a hug.

“You have so much life ahead of you,” she says when she pulls back. “This is not your responsibility.”

“What’s your fucking excuse?” I ask, leaning against the counter. “This is what I want to be doing.”

“I love both of you, and your father is my best friend. It’s a pleasure to be able to do this for him.

He basically raised me and there’s no place I’d rather be than with him, whether it’s five more years or five more months.

I want this time with him. My life, I have to leave.

This, I won’t get back.” She’s genuine about it too.

I wipe my eyes, looking away. “I promise I’ll be able to help soon.”

“That’s not your job.”

“Not yours either, and you’re not going to win this one!” I say, knowing she can’t fight me. Family is important to us.

“It’s more mine than yours.”

“I will fucking fight you, Emily.”

She gets out two beers, handing me one.

“Damn, we can afford beer now?” I twist off the top, drinking it before it can get revoked.

“Things are a little better with not paying for my place and the mortgage.”

“Good.” I’ve known for years my first check would go to paying off the house, but I’m glad it won’t be foreclosed on before then. “How are the medical bills?”

She shrugs. “He won’t let me look at them.”

“The stress can’t be good for him.” But I know there won’t be any talking dad into it.

“I know, but what can I do? You know how he is.” She sighs. “We’ll deal with it as it comes.”

“Let me know if I can do more.”

She slaps me playfully. “You do enough. Now are you going to tell me more about Leontiy.”

“I’m delightful,” Ktytor says coming out of my room.

Emily snorts beer and then coughs. “You will fit right in. Want a beer?”

“Please, if you don’t mind.”

“Look, you can be nice! I’m never believing you can’t again.” I smirk.

“I can, just not to you.”

Emily glances between us, but if she notices anything she doesn’t ask.

The family welcomes Ktytor warmly, and we have dinner. In fact, I think they might like him better than me. He cracks jokes the whole time, and even Zeph, who doesn’t like anyone, laughs. I arrange with Garrett for us both to work a couple of his job sites, and he’s elated.

Ktytor and I head to my room fairly early because we have to be up before the sun to work.

He pounces as soon as the door is closed, tugging my belt out of the loops while working off my other clothes.

I want badly to touch him and let him touch me.

I’m still worked up from the train this morning, and I’m emotionally wrung dry.

Being home is wonderful, but it’s heavy, and it has been almost three weeks since I’ve been with him.

I hadn’t even tried to pick up a girl, and I’m so starved for him I don’t want anyone else.

But I’m also in my head. I’m worried I’m coming off too eager, but he seems to be eating it up, groaning into my mouth.

“Shhh,” I murmur.

He covers my mouth with his, cutting off the sound. “There, I help you.”

“Fuck off.”

“I’m trying very hard.” He palms my dick.

“We have to be so careful. They will hear us.” I don’t even want to try to explain to my dad I might be bi, let alone with Ktytor. I cannot imagine him taking either well.

“If I put my cock in your mouth, you’ll be quiet.”

I groan.

“I’m taking that as a yes.” He unzips his pants.

“The walls are paper thin. What do you expect me to do?”

“Did you invite me to come to your house and expect to not fuck for a week?” He gives me a look like I’m broken.

“I didn’t think about it.” I can feel the color edging up my cheeks.

“Your lips say one thing, but your blush and cock say another.” He grabs me by the dick. “Get on your knees.”