But Hugo. He’s like the holy grail of cocks. Magnificent. His dick is the Stanley Cup of dicks.
Shaking my head, I focus on what I’m doing. I haven’t seen him since that day we spent cuddled up on his couch as we watched movies and talked. Since then, he’s had a series of five away games—they won three and lost two—and we’ve talked every day while he was gone. Both through my anonymous text number and via the messenger app where he knows it’s me.
I’ve been so consumed with him since he’s been on the road that I barely knew he was gone. I didn’t think my obsession could run any deeper, but as it turns out, I was wrong. I might have been pining for this man before, but I’m freaking salivating now. I even have cock fodder because of the 3D monstrosity he showed me!
I always knew Hugo was kind and thoughtful, but having spent half a day with him, I’m more convinced now than I had been before that he’s an absolutely perfect person. He’s just…good.I know I’ve said that before, but now that I’ve spent time with him, I’m convinced that there’s no one more good—uhh… gooder?—than him.
He’s been home for two days and he’s suggested several times that we get together and hang out or get something to eat, but it hasn’t worked out. He’s had conditioning and an appointment. Then I had a dentist’s appointment yesterday afternoon. He had a massage.
But today, I get to see him. We’re playing Tampa in a few hours. I might have arrived at the arena early because I’m far too excited to stay home. To keep myself occupied, I’m rearranging my giveaways for maybe the dozenth time. And no, I don’t keep looking at my phone to check the time, or maybe to see if Hugo’s messaged me.
We were messaging a lot this morning. My anonymous self was playing Creature Community with him. What I love is that almost always when he’s texting me via my anonymous phone number, he’salso messaging me as Torin on the app. It happens very rarely that it’s just one or the other.
That means he likes me equally in both places, right? Will he still like me when he figures it out?
I nearly jump out of my skin when there’s a knock on my office door. Spinning around, I grip my chest over my heart as the door cracks open and Hugo peeks his head in. His smile splits his face as soon as he sees me.
“Hi!” he says and steps inside.
I’m surprised again as he pulls me into a hug. Honestly, I try like hell not to melt into him. Especially when it’s not a short hug. He holds me tightly for several long seconds.
“I missed you,” he tells me and after another quick squeeze, he takes a step back. Still with his beaming smile.
My heartis notbeating like the drums of war. “Missed you too,” I say, feeling the way my skin burns. Fuck, I wish I could control that. It’s embarrassing enough that I just get redder.
“What do you do here while we’re gone?” he asks, leaning against the wall.
I brush loose strands of my hair behind my ear and look around. “Nothing for this part of my job. Sometimes, I get the costumes dry cleaned. But since we’d only had a couple games, that wasn’t necessary yet. On the days I come in, I help with different tasks. We were putting up a few new sponsor logos on the boards last week. I also started painting one of the walls in the entry.”
“I didn’t know you did more than mascotting,” Hugo admits.
I shrug, picking at one of the stuffed seal’s tails. “It’s not really a full-time job. It’s not even a part-time job as far as hours and commitment goes. But I’ve struggled finding something that doesn’t leave me crippled with anxiety from having to be around people.”
“But you are around people. Thousands of people,” he says, eyebrows knit together.
I shake my head. “No.I’mnot. Surry the Seal is. They don’t see me.”
“I see you.”
My cheeks pinken again and I can’t stop the smile that forms on my lips. “I know. You always have.”
Hugo nods.
Shaking my head, because this isnota sweet moment—we’re just friends!—I continue, “Anyway, when I was hired here, I think the guy who hired me recognized my… issue, and he offered to put me on full-time doing various things behind the scenes so I could earn a decent living with benefits and not have to worry about dealing with people too much. He has moved on, but all of management seems to understand and accept my shortcomings.”
Hugo frowns. “They’re not shortcomings. It’s a real thing, isn’t it?”
I nod. “Yes. Not what I meant. I feel weird calling it a handicap or disability. It’s weird having a label and I feel like it makes more people look at me, which is the exact opposite of helpful. It’s a mental health thing that I’m kind of stubborn and haven’t spoken to a doctor about since I was a teenager because I manage to get by.”
He sighs. “Well, I’m glad you have work that you’re happy with. You are happy with it, right?”
“Yes. I love working here.”
Hugo grins. Every time I see him smile, it makes my stomach flutter. “Good. I like that you work here. We probably wouldn’t have met otherwise and I’m really glad we’re friends.”
“Me too,” I whisper.
“I’m going to warm up. See you after the game?”
