Yeah… I don’t think I can sit here and watch him pick out the next Mrs.Roy. I need to start mentally preparing for when he moves on and I’m still here, all alone.
“Everything is set up, so whenever you’d like, you can start,” I say, pushing the computer over toward him. “But I’m going to call it a night. I’ve got to go in early to prepare for a big meeting, so I’ll probably see you around before the game tomorrow night.”
“Oh, okay.” I hate how disappointed he sounds, but I know I’m not in the right headspace to be any help. I’m going to focus on every single flaw I can find and that isn’t going to actually be helpful.
But instead of going through the profile on the screen like I’m expecting, he shuts the laptop. “Ya know what, I should go to bed too. I’ll look at that when I’m more rested.”
Or never. Never is good too.God, what would Hudson say if he knew how pathetic my internal monologue about him is? “That’s a good plan,” I agree instead, forcing a smile.
Then, as if to make sure I have no hope of thinking of anything else tonight, he winks at me. “Goodnight, Prince.”
“Night, Hudson.”
Trying to fall asleep, I imagine a world where Hudson changes his preferences in the app to all genders, that we match, and he realizes we’re perfect for each other.
If only.
He wouldn’t even need to do it on the app. He could just knock on my door. It’s so easy to picture him there, asking to come in. Obviously I’d let him, and he’d confess that he missessleeping with someone, and I’d easily agree to having him in my bed, but we would both know it was just an excuse. In this fantasy, Hudson has always wanted to be with a man, but before me there was never anyone worth risking his career over.
Now, though, this fantasy Hudson can’t keep his hands off me. My dick is rock hard as I imagine him exploring my body with his hands, maybe even his mouth. I take off my sleep shorts, grab some lube out of my nightstand, and coat my hand with it before moving it back to my aching erection.
I slowly work my hand up and down my cock as I picture a hesitant Hudson, unsure what to do with another man’s dick but eager to learn like he is about everything else in life. I’d assure him that he has nothing to worry about, that I can show him exactly what to do. I rub my thumb over the leaking tip as I imagine him licking it clean instead, and my hips jerk involuntarily.
I’d offer to blow him first though, talking him through it so that when it was his turn, he’d be more confident. I imagine fitting all of him inside of my mouth as I grip my cock a little harder. The sweats he’s always wearing do absolutely nothing to hide how big of a feat that would be, and I love the idea of proving to him that I could.
If I already had my mouth on his cock though, I’d want to go even further, move to give his balls some attention and see if he likes that. I use my other hand to play with my own as I picture slipping a finger even further, imagine teasing his hole to see how he reacts.
Obviously, in this made-up version, Hudson loves it and begs for more, begs me to fuck him, and even though he’s never been with a man before, he’s ready. He trusts me. More than anything else, the idea of Hudson asking me to be the first man inside him is too much for me to handle. I can’t hold off any longer, and my release crashes over me. The high of my orgasm distracts me from any coherent thought, and I have no idea how loud I’ve been during this little fantasy.
Usually when all the half-naked perfect eye candy that is Hudson gets to be too much, I wait until I’m locked away in my ensuite where I know he won’t hear me jerking off.
I need to be more careful. I’d hate to scare him away because I make him uncomfortable with my solo sex noises.
I have no idea how long it’ll be before he finds someone on his new dating app, so I probably don’t have much time left anyway. I can’t risk losing him a moment before I need to.
Having him here has probably been one of the best things that ever happened to me. I don’t think I’ll ever be ready to say goodbye.
9
HUDSON
Martin takes advantage of the shift change chaos and gets possession as I jump back onto the ice. I wait until he crosses the blue line into the offensive zone, and then I’m flying toward the net. I’m not nearly as fast as Ollie, though, and he’s ahead of me to accept Martin’s pass before LA’s defense can get anywhere near him. He takes a shot, but at the last second, their goalie is able to block it from going in.
Luckily, my “old” ass has caught up by now, and I’m in the perfect spot to snag the puck on the deflection. Their goalie anticipates my shot, so I line up like I’m going to go for it but pass it back to Ollie who just circled the net instead. He snaps it in behind the goalie who was focused on me.
The lamp lights up and everyone crowds around Ollie, who just earned his second goal of the night, and we’re only five minutes into the second. We all know there’s about to be a mad rush for the fans to buy hats, but none of us will say anything and risk jinxing his chance of getting a hat trick.
Our line returns to the bench, and I try to focus on the face-off while I rehydrate. We’re only five games into the season, but it’s been our strongest start in years. We’ve won our two home gamesand two away so far. We lost to Pittsburgh in overtime, but we still got the point for the tie there. Ollie’s goal brought us up to three points; meanwhile, Anderson, our goalie, hasn’t let LA get anything in.
It’s way too early in the season to even be thinking about our standings. But team morale is high, and I know I’m not the only one strictly sticking to their routine, afraid to fuck something up when things seem to be going so well. I’ve certainly wondered if my new roommate might be a good luck charm with how many points I’ve already gotten in our other games. Our line has a few more shifts before the end of the period, but it isn’t until the third that Ollie is able to take advantage of the empty net and earn his first hat trick of the season.
A shutout and a hat trick at home, on a Saturday? This city, or at least the part surrounding the Caldwell Center, is about to be crazy.
“Congrats, man.” I bump Ollie’s helmet with mine, getting out of the way for everyone else to do the same. Coach tells us both to hang back for the stars of the game to be announced, and I quickly wave when my three stars are announced for my assists, getting out of the way for Anderson and Bell to be awarded their two and one stars, respectively.
The next hour is a blur of the quick post-game team meeting, media, and showering. Unlike most of the guys, I’m not in any hurry to get out of here to go party. I’ll go out with them if anyone really wants me to, especially on the road or after a big win, but I’m doing that to support my teammates, not because I really want to go drink in a crowded bar after giving it my all during the game.
Ollie is the last one in the locker room with me since he was stuck in even more interviews than normal. “You going out?” he asks, looking over at me where I’m sitting on the bench next to him.
