But as Jacob brought his knees up to the fetal position, he realized something. He wasn’t in his normal bed. In fact, Jacob was in a bed he had never slept in before…
Where am I?
Did I hook up with some asshole stranger last night?
Oh… no… the SUV… then… Tane Rivers.
As memories of the night before came flooding back to Jacob, he felt a mixture of emotions come over him. On the one hand, Jacob felt safe and secure in the big, comfortable bed. But on the flipside, Jacob felt a nagging sense of regret over the fact that it was Tane Rivers who put him in here.
“Did Tane make me a warm milk?” Jacob muttered, gripping the duvet and bringing it even tighter around his body. “What the hell?”
Jacob then remembered just how kind and caring Tane had been once they were back at Tane’s house. It wasn’t just the warm milk, but Tane’s whole demeanor seemed different. Rather than barking orders and trying to boss Jacob around, Tane had been gentle and full of empathy for him.
There was no denying it, it was a whole other side to Tane – and Jacob liked it.
While the beeping from the truck outside the house may have stopped, Jacob knew that he was no awake and there was no going back to sleep. But as he wriggled around in bed, Jacob saw that there was anotherissueto deal with…
“Hmmm,okaaaay,” Jacob said, looking down and seeing the big tent at the front of his banana print briefs.
It might have been a case of morning wood, but Jacob was as hard as a rock.
Then Jacob remembered the dream he was having right before being woken by the noisy truck. The dream involved him, Tane, and a distinct absence of any clothes.
Instinctively, Jacob reached down and put both his hands inside his briefs and began to casually squeeze his erect dick. It felt good – but it also felt a little bad, like he was breaking the rules. Which of course just made it hotter.
Am I really jerking myself over Tane Rivers?
He’s so annoying and thinks he knows it all.
Tane can’t teach me anything. I’m the future of hockey, not him…
As Jacob fondled his hard cock, he delighted in thoughts of pushing Tane to his limits and enraging the big, burly hockey captain to the point where Tane decided that enough was enough…
“Oh… that’s it… you can kiss my butt, Captain Tane,” Jacob snickered, fully involved in his fantasy as he pumped on his shaft. “What are you gonna do? Spank me? Choke me with that big cock?”
But Jacob was quickly brought back to reality by the loud thud on the bedroom door.
As quick as a flash, Jacob let go of his dick and rearranged himself so that his head was poking out the top of the duvet.
“You up?” Tane’s voice boomed. “Time for a morning juice.”
“Um, yeah, one second,” Jacob replied, a guilty tremble in his voice as he sat up in bed and made sure that his body was covered – especially down below.
Jacob watched as Tane entered the guest bedroom with a big glass of OJ in one hand and what looked like a plate of pancakes in the other.
“Wow, is that for me?” Jacob said, briefly forgetting the fact that underneath his duvet he was as hard as a rock.
“Sure is,” Tane said, carefully placing the drink and plate of pancakes on the bedside table. “These are protein pancakes too. You need to make sure you get your nutrition right during recovery after a game.”
“Uh-huh,” Jacob replied, not entirely paying attention to Tane’s health advice as he sipped on the perfectly fresh OJ. “Can I have some maple syrup with the pancakes, please?”
Jacob smiled as Tane rolled his eyes and quickly returned to the bedroom with a small pot of maple syrup.
“Thanks, it’s the only way I eat pancakes,” Jacob said, hungrily pouring the syrup before devouring the pancakes. “Yummy!”
“Glad to see you’re enjoying them,” Tane said, his voice not exactly full of warmth, but not unfriendly either. “Listen, we need to talk.”
Jacob could sense that Tane was about to say something that he didn’t want to hear.
