“I’m just trying to help you. Let’s get out of here. You don’t want to mess with Fatal. Trust me,” he warns.
“Who—” But I keel over again, puking my guts up.Fuck! This is embarrassing and ridiculous.“Just go, I’ll be fine,” I tell him, and he huffs.
“Whatever, bro!” he says and walks off. I take a few steps and puke some more, but I keep moving the best I can. I just need to lie down, just for a second. Just to rest my eyes. So, I find some grass and lean up against a tree and close my eyes but a kick to the gut has them snapping back open.
“What the fuck?” I yell as Zan stands above me.
“Get the fuck up. I’m not leaving you out here like this,” he spits, gripping me by the arm and pulling me to my feet. Two girls run by us, and I bend over, hurling yet again, which only makes Zan huff. “Are you finished yet? We gotta roll,” he growls as I wipe my mouth and begin walking.
“You could’ve left me there. I was fine taking a nap,” I rasp, wishing I had some goddamn water.
“I was going too but–”
“But what? Don’t tell me you actually care.” I chuckle.
“Fuck no! Why would I?” he lies, but I don’t reply.
The rest of the way back to the dorm is silent. Thank God for that. When we finally make it up to our suite, he unlocks the door, and I immediately remove my clothes and fall face first onto my bed.
“Water, Buttercup!” he grits as a bottle hits me in the back. I grunt and reach for it and sit up.
“Thanks, dick,” I tell him as I unscrew the cap, bring the bottle to my lips, and chug its contents. Once I’m finished, Ichuck it back to him and roll over, throwing the blanket over my head. Seconds later, the bed dips behind me and I still.
“Wh-”
“Shut up, go to sleep, You’re not dying on my watch,” he states, and I roll my eyes as he gets under the covers, pressing his chest against my back. I can’t help but melt into his warmth. His lips brush the back of my neck, sending chills up my spine. I try to let sleep take over, but when his hands trace down my ribs and over my stomach, I shiver with want. I hate that he has this effect on me, and I wish I could tell him to fuck off after all the shit he put me through today, but I can’t. I yearn for his attention, his touch. His hard cock pokes me in the back and I groan, biting my bottom lip. “Must really suck to lay there with a hard cock, wanting me to touch you,” he breathes as his tongue licks the shell of my ear and his fingers toy with the band of my boxers.
“It does, but…” I trail off as a knock sounds against our door, causing Zan to jump out of my bed like it’s on fire. Always the same shit. So terrified to be who he is. I’m not one to talk but still. We have a lock on the damn door. It’s not like someone can walk in on us. He throws a shirt on and walks to the door, opening it. I listen to the giggling, then the light from the hallway shines brightly, letting me know he let the girl in here.
“Shh, my roommate is sleeping,” he tells her, and I roll my eyes. He’s not seriously going to have this girl in here… is he?
“That’s okay. I can be quiet,” she purrs, and then I hear them kissing. No fucking way. I throw a pillow over my head because I can’t. I don’t want to hear him fucking some chick when I know his dick is hard for me. Fucking prick.
“Damn, Becky, your pussy is soaked,” Zan says to her as she moans. Nope, I can’t fucking do this. So, I roll over and reach for my phone and earbuds, putting them in my ears and turning some music on.
Fuck this and fuck him!
Chapter 6
Lyzander Corbit
Last summer…
Setting my duffel down on the bed in my new room for the summer, I look around and really take it all in. Teams from around the state gather here at Chatewa Campgrounds for hockey strengthening camp. It’s the only place in California with an indoor facility that can house a few hundred kids. We each get a cabin to share with other players but the captains get to share with only one other person. I’m not sure who Coach picked me to room with but I don’t care. I’m not here to make friends. It’s a competition after all. Each summer scouts come out and hand pick their teams, or just a few to fill spots, and along with that is a free ride at whatever school chooses you. The players that attend this camp are some of the best in the state. So, yes, the competition is very real, and I’m here to win my spot on the St. Vincent’s team. I thought about trying for Colorado St. Valentine’s team but Hayes Valentine is a god and there’s nocompeting with him. I’d love to play against him one day just to see if I’m worthy enough.
Taking a deep breath, the scent of sunshine and sin hits my nostrils. Yeah, I know it’s not an actual scent but that's what clean fresh laundry smells like to me with a hint of cedarwood. I spin and see my roommate standing at the doorway. Fucking Bastian Vos. Captain of Mount St. Teresa’s hockey team.My fucking rival.My guess is he’s gunning for the same spot as me, which means, the competition just got sweeter. “Lyzander Corbit. Why am I not surprised,” he says, walking towards me and putting his hand out for me to shake. I look down at his hand then back up at him and raise my brow.
“It's just Zan,” I reply, licking my lips as I grip his hand with mine, squeezing a little. His arm litters with goosebumps as tingles crawl up my spine.Why do I want to trace my fingers along his jaw and down his chest just to see if the rest of him will shiver for me?His amber eyes collide with mine—lust, curiosity, and want bursts within his irises. I watch his Adam's apple bob as he swallows thickly.Interesting.He pulls his hand back quickly, letting me know he felt it too. “Are you eye fucking me, Bastian Vos?” I ask with a smirk. His eyes widen like a deer caught in headlights and he shakes his head repeatedly.
“No-no, what the fuck, man. I have a girlfriend,” he stammers, bringing a smile to my face. The lie dripped off his tongue just like my cum will be soon enough. He might not know it yet, but he’s into guys, even if he has a girlfriend.
“I do too. I’m just kidding man. Welcome. This is our cabin and that bed is yours,” I tell him, pointing across the room to the empty twin size bed.
“Thanks, man. I’m beat.” He laughs, walking over to his side of the room and getting unpacked. I watch him out of the corner of my eye and catch him looking over at me a few times.Oh yes,this is going to be a great fucking summer.I adjust my cock discreetly as I make my bed and settle in.
Reaching over to my nightstand, I plug in my phone and pull open the drawer, taking out a book. Even if I’m here damn near all summer long I have reading to do for English class, so I might as well get it done during my downtime instead of waiting until the last minute.
Opening the paperback, I hear him chuckle from across the room. I look over and raise a brow. “I didn’t take you for someone who reads.” He laughs, and I shrug.
