Did he realize what we did and it freaked him out? Did it disgust him?
Is he going to blame me for this?
I don’t think he’s homophobic, I’ve never gotten that vibe from him. He was always accepting when it came to my family.
Maybe this made him uncomfortable, put him in a situation he didn’t want to be in?
I didn’t ask him to pull his dick out and join me, but maybe I went too far by initiating it?
A little while later, I hear the door open and the sound of the bed creaking and blankets rustling.
Only then do I close my eyes and try to get some sleep.
Whatever happened tonight... will never happen again.
Chapter 9
Easton
I’ve been avoiding Bennett. After what happened, I can’t look him in the eye. Not when all I can think about is how I felt looking into his eyes as we jerked off together.
Fucking hell, we actually jerked off together. And I loved it, far more than I had any right to.
I’m supposed to be over him. I have been for years. So why now is he the only thing on my damn mind? I can’t get him out of my head. His smell, his body, the way he looks when he cums.
He looked like a fucking sex god when he threw his head back and came hard, shooting cum all over his chest.
He lasted longer than me. After he was done, reality slammed into me, and I bolted.
Shame and confusion consumed my mind. I had to get out of there before he realized what we just did. Before he could mock me or make fun of me.
Bennett thinks I’m straight, and it needs to stay that way. If my dad gets even a hint that I like men, he’ll kill me. Most likely literally.
No. I can’t slip up again. Not like that.
Whatever that even was.
He was trying to call my bluff, and I took him up on the challenge, making everything way more complicated than before.
I’m gone in the morning before he wakes up, and return when he’s already asleep. The nights I have work, I’ve been crashing at Taylor’s dorm, but her roommate isn’t too happy about it.
I can’t avoid him forever. It’s been two weeks. I’m sure enough time has passed. He’s probably forgotten about it.
Who the hell are you fooling? That is not something you forget about, ever.
I sure as hell know I won't be.
“Wright!” Coach Creed barks. “Come here.”
I slow to a jog, heart hammering in my chest. I know what he’s about to say: he’s going to bitch me out for being off my game today. I can’t help it, though. I haven’t been sleeping very well.
Last night, Taylor’s roommate was not happy about being woken up at one in the morning when I came by after work. I didn’t want to make things hard for her when she’s the one who has to live with the girl, so I went to the hockey house.
By getting up early to avoid Bennett, I got maybe three hours of sleep. It’s not enough. I can’t live like this. I need to man the fuck up and just avoid Bennett in different ways. Like not talking to him. We can be in the same room, and I can pretend he’s not there.
“Yes, Coach?” I ask, out of breath, heart hammering.
“Everything okay?” he asks, raising a brow. “You’ve been off lately. Where's the drive, the determination? We have a game this weekend, and I need you at your best.”
