yeah, that’s definitely going to last.
“You don’t think I was tender enough already?”
My smile is wide as I run a finger between his cheeks, and he jolts again. “Feeling sore?”
“My body doesn’t know what’s up. On one hand, my ass is clenching tighter than a bear trap, on the other, my dick is ready to make sacrifices.”
I laugh and kiss the bite mark before he turns around.
His eyebrow quirks, and he looks way too proud of himself for a guy who’s walking into a locker room in a few hours. “Are we even now?”
“We will be once the guys have seen it.”
“And you don’t think they’ll put together what those matching bite marks mean? They’re assholes, not idiots.”
“They’ll just assume we’ve been with the same chick.”
He frowns which sets little flutters across my gut.
“You don’t like that,” I say.
“Nah, it’s fine.” He kisses me before stepping back and tugging on his clothes. “I’ll see you at practice.”
I don’t bother to get up and check the hall like I normally would. I sit and watch as Beck peeks around the door, then quickly slips out.
No one notices it as we get in our practice gear, and I’m beginning to think Beck’s wrong. These guys are idiots. The mark is bright red against his pale ass cheek, and I can’t stop staring as he puts on his cup.
I quickly pull my gaze away before someone calls me on checking him out.
Practice is the smoothest it’s been all summer. We set the camp kids and some of the team up for a mini game that Cohen and Rossi referee, while Beck and I call out instructions. They hardly need it. Tamm in particular has caught my eye to be a potential mountain lion, and Simms, who’ll be a junior this year, has come a long way since last season.
It sucks we won’t actually be able to play with any of the campers on an actual team because by the time they’ll start here, Beck and I will have graduated.
That’s a depressing thought.
This is the last year I’ll be playing hockey before getting a “real” job.
Beck skates over to where I’m watching. “Who would have thought this was the same group of dickheads from the start of the summer?”
“I know. The last two weeks is always great, seeing how far everyone’s come.”
Beck’s quiet for a moment, watching the game play out. “I wish I’d done this sooner.”
“Really?” I nudge him with my elbow. “You regretting all those summers in Europe or wherever the hell you went.”
“I … maybe not regret, but …” He huffs out a breath. “It would have been nice to do this more than once. Maybe we would have been friends sooner.”
I like that, no matter everything else, he considers us friends now. I want to joke and tell him there’s no use hoping for miracles, but instead I shoot him a quick smile. “Nah, I think things happened the way they were supposed to.”
We wrap up for lunch a little later, and I can’t hold back my smile as we make our way to the locker room. We strip for the showers, and still no one says anything, so I take matters into my own hands.
“Hey, what’s that on Beck’s ass?”
There are a few sniggers, and as Cohen’s about to jump in, Beck gives me a cocky look I know too well.
“Staring at my ass again, Topher? Should I be worried?”
His words are followed by ooohs and laughing, and then I’m the one on the end of the teasing.
Beck shoots me a sneaky wink before he heads for the showers, towel over his shoulder and ass on full display.
And okay, maybe his ass wasn’t the smartest place to put it.
I quickly wrap my towel around my waist before I get hard at the sight of all his bare skin. That’s the last thing I need with Cohen jokingly telling the others to cover up before I check them out too.
“Whatever, Cohen. You’d probably like it.”
But I guess now I know why no one said anything. You’re not supposed to look at other guys’ butts. Maybe I’ve been queer longer than I thought.
After lunch, Beck and I are scheduled to take the campers through footage of games so they can dissect plays and pick out weaknesses, but while we normally have lunch with whoever is around, Beck pulls me away from the group and we go to a café a few blocks away from the usual one.
“So I’ve been meaning to