Which is why he didn’t argue when he was herded into a physio session with one of the new guys on the medical team, quietly following instructions as he went through stretches to keep things from locking up, and a very short massage to soothe the remaining aches.
Once he was cleared, Riley was free to find Kingston, who was waiting patiently for him in the locker room, looking bored.
“Allen and Jake are waiting for us in the car. You ready to go?” Kingston asked, raising an eyebrow at whatever expression Riley was wearing on his face.
It was frustrating to be the only one in their group who had anxiety about the game, but Riley didn’t know what was bravado and what was real with Kingston sometimes.
“How are you so chill?” Riley asked, unable to hold his agitation in any longer.
Kingston’s brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”
Riley threw his hands in the air. “I mean, how are you not at least a little nervous for tomorrow? You were falling asleep during practice—how?”
Kingston shoved onto his feet and took Riley’s hand, leading him away from the locker room until they found an empty hallway. Once he was sure they were alone, he pinned Riley against the wall and leaned in so he could whisper into his ear.
“You know when Jake fucked me yesterday?”
A strangled sound caught in Riley’s throat because,of course,he remembered Jake fucking his boyfriend for the first time. He had been so caught up in the beautiful way that Kingston had submitted for Jake, that Allen had given up on riding him so they could enjoy the show.
“I wish we recorded it so I could replay it for us,” Riley admitted, and Kingston sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Okay, beyond you being a pervert—the sex is why I’m not acting like a spazz like you are. Jake’s dick was like a tranquillizer. Ever since he fucked me, I’ve been feeling floaty and relaxed, so there’s your cure, Evans.”
The cure. Jake’s dick. Letting Jake fuck him.
“I can’t do that,” Riley hissed. “I’ve never bottomed before, and you want me to do it the night before the biggest game we’re ever going to play?”
Kingston scoffed and rolled his eyes. “The biggest game we’ll ever play will be game four in the final round of the playoffs. Don’t be a bitch.”
Riley couldn’t argue because Kingston had a point, butstill.
“I took the horse for a ride, and I’m barely sore,” Kingston continued. “You know the three of us would prep your virgin ass good before he mounted you, so I would just try?—”
Riley slapped a hand over his boyfriend’s mouth. If he heard any more, he was going to catch on fire and burn the building down.
But Kingston tore his hand away, and Riley spotted the wicked grin on his face before he had a chance to brace himself for whatever was coming next.
“Don’t be scared, babe. I bet you’d look so pretty with your knees up to your ears, moaning like a good boy while Jake fucks you full of cum.”
“Jesus Christ, Sloan.”
Riley was finished with the conversation. If his boyfriend didn’t shut the fuck up, he was going to end up walking out the door with his dick fully hard.
He twisted free and made a rapid retreat down the hall, determined to get within earshot of other human beings so Kingston would be socially obligated to shut up.
“I know you’re thinking about it, Evans!” Kingston called out as he chased after him. “Give it a try! What do you have to lose?”
Pride was the easy answer. Riley had been trying to hint at what position he would prefer when it came to sleeping with Jake, but none of his boyfriends seemed to think he could be the dominant partner. Which—fine—Riley wasn’t against bottoming; he was just being broody and stubborn about it because no one seemed to think he was capable of it.
Hedidwant to have sex with Jake, but right before a game?
That sounded like a good way to get stuck in some bullshit superstitious routine if they won.
Riley made sure to take the spot behind the passenger seat when he got in Jake’s car. He didn’t want to look at the guy when his imagination kept playing scenes where he was getting fucked within an inch of his life by a huge cock, thank you very much.
He glowered at Kingston when his boyfriend joined him in the car, cackling loudly like the asshole he was.
Allen twisted around in his seat to meet Riley’s eyes, searching for an answer he was never going to get because Riley was physically incapable of forming words right now. Every time he tried, Kingston’s laughter started up again, quickly silencing Riley before he could say anything.
