“If he tries anything with you, he’ll learn a very hard lesson,” Theo said to me.
I wanted to kiss him—rub his cutie pie buzzed head and tell him I was okay, but we couldn’t be like that out in the open yet. Instead, I said, “I’ve handled worse assholes than him. I’ve got this.”
We made our way to the locker room. I put on a good front, but I was rattled.
I knew PCSHL would be competitive, but I was starting to realize that it was going to be a lot more intense than I even imagined.
Theo
Our first game was an away game against the Maine Mariners. The bus rolled into Portland mid-afternoon, after a five-and-a-half-hour bus ride. Asher and I had volunteered to room together, and I couldn’t express how excited I was to have some alone time with him. Nothing could kill the mood like the sound of my parents yapping one flight below. We were in dire need of a hotel room.
Asher and I made our way to the room and dropped our bags on the floor. He plopped on the bed, the springs creating a shrieking sound as his body bounced on top of it.
Jesus, maybe we should bang on the floor or something.
Asher sighed, then looked at me with his big green eyes and messy red hair. I couldn’t help it; I ran over and pounced onhim, sending the cheap headboard slamming against the wall and causing the springs toscreamin protest.
Asher cackled and looked at me through his pretty eyelashes. “It’ll be nice to have some alone time,” he said.
“Mmm, we’re on the same page.”
Asher raised a brow at that. “Really? What were you thinking?”
It dawned on me that we hadn’t actually talked about what we wanted our sexual relationship to look like. For all I knew, he was happy with blowjobs and handjobs.
I should probably pump the brakes before I run out and grab an industrial-sized bottle of lube so I could plow that sweet little ass of his.“I was thinking… we could…” My mouth became dry. I felt awkward speaking about it so bluntly.
“Do it?” Asher finished with a waggle of his brows.
I buried my face into his shoulder, then started kissing my way up his neck. He let out soft mewling sounds as I sucked his neck, trying not to give him a hickey right before the game.
“Fuck, Theo. You make me so Goddamn horny.”
I stopped to look at him. “I’d love todo it.If you want to.”
Asher’s smile was wicked. “You bet I do.” Then he leaned in and kissed me on the lips before saying, “I want to see if we can get that great big cock of yours inside me.”
I nearly had a stroke hearing those words. “The thought of you wrapped around my dick makes my mouth water, baby.”
“Mmm, you big fuckin’ stud.” We kissed again, and I could feel his cock getting hard through his shorts. “I’m so turned on right now. Maybe a quickie before the game?”
I lifted his T-shirt and sucked on his nipples. He was gasping, thrusting into me, chasing that glorious friction. It was the hottest thing ever. “No quickies. We have a hotel room toourselves. I want to take my time with you.” Old Theo would have been banging in seconds flat, but I wanted my first time with Asher to be something memorable. No quickies before a game. I wanted to massage his body and release all of the tension he carried around before diving face-first into that beautiful ass of his.
“You’re a tease,” he said back.
I chuckled as I pulled his shirt back down. “It’ll be worth it. You need to take a nap before the game. While you do that, I’ll run out and get some supplies. Sound good?”
“I want to cuddle,” Asher whined.
I kissed him again. I couldn’t stop kissing that boy. “As soon as I get back, you’re little spoon.”
Asher was sleepy. We’d woken up early to catch a bus and spent the last five-and-a-half hours trapped with a bunch of smelly hockey players. His eyes fluttered as he said, “Okay. Just hurry, please.”
“You got it, baby.” I kissed him, tucked him in, then ran as fast as I could to a nearby pharmacy to get an industrial-sized bottle of lube.
I’m a big boy, after all.
Asher
