“What if someone is gay?” I asked.
Theo faltered when I asked the question, slicing the ball right. “Fuck!”
“Dude, not so loud. There are other people here,” I chided.
“Who cares, I paid my fare for admission.” Theo swapped his driver for a nine iron. “Is the dude gay?”
“Who? Oh. No. I mean, I don’t know. We don’t really know each other,” I said.
Theo shrugged and said, “Well, if he is, maybe he can fuck Asher.”
That shouldn’t have made me burn with jealousy, but it certainly did. Asher was our center. We’d grown up together on the rough side of town before Mom married Hank. “Do you think Asher is gay?”
Theo stood straight up and looked at me. “Look, I’m not trying to spread gossip. I ain’t a bitch, you know? But he’s pretty as fuck and never dates or sleeps around.”
Asher’s sexuality never crossed my mind. We were similar in our incredible focus; he wanted to be the best, just like me. He had developed a close relationship with Coach Hughes, who discovered him playing street hockey and recruited him for the Vipers. Hughes even spoke to some of our local sponsors about securing a scholarship for him so he could afford the gear. I knew Asher appreciated the help and worked his ass off to make Hughes proud.
“Maybe he’s asexual or something.” The idea of Asher being with Rafael made me uncomfortable, and I wanted Asher to be anything but interested in Rafael.
“I don’t know, but he sure isn’t gettin’ any. I ask around.” Theo grabbed his water and squirted his face like he’d been hitting balls for hours. It had only been twenty minutes, tops.
“If you ask me, I think you have a thing for Asher. You seem awfully interested in his sex life.”
Theo wiped his face with his arm, his biceps flexing. “He’s pretty as fuck. If I were drunk enough…”
“You’re a pig, you know that?” I asked.
He fucking snorted at me, and I couldn’t stop the laugh that rang out of me. My phone buzzed, so I reached into my pocket to see what was up.
Asshole: Get here. Now.
The fuck?Rafael’s text made that knot twist in my stomach.Get here? Who the fuck does he think he is?No, absolutely not. He turned the shower on me—fucking humiliated me just for fun.To hell with him and his mind games.Rafael didn’t control me, and I sure as hell wasn’this.
I’d show him. I pulled the phone out of my pocket, ready to give that son of a bitch a piece of my mind. I was going to let himhave it.
Me: I’m busy…
Alright, maybe I didn’t let himhave it, but I showed willpower, and, for that, I was proud. I put my phone back in my pocket, feeling mighty good about myself, until it buzzed again. I didn’t know why I couldn’t stop myself from looking, but I couldn’t.
Asshole: Be a good boy and do what you’re told
Good boy?My heart thudded in my chest, pumping the blood directly to my cock that started growing.What is this?My body grew hot. The heat traveled in waves throughout my body, causing my head to spin. I felt lightheaded. He texted again.
Asshole: Stop thinking. Get here.
Fuck, why did that do it?Jesus Christ, what’s happening to me?Was I really going to bail on my friend? Just walk out, get in my car and hurry home because that fucking prick told me to?
Yes.
“Hey, my mom texted. I gotta get back.” I lied.
Me: On my way…
Asshole: Good boy
Fuck. Me.
“Sure thing, man.”
