Page 27 of Tough Guy and the Show Off

His words make my stomach flutter and my cock jerk in my hand. My balls pull up tight against my body, my core tightening as I cruise towards my orgasm. I want this to last forever, but I also want to come so bad I can taste it.

Trav goes first, grunting and throwing his head back as a rope of cum shoots into the air, landing on his thighs and belly. The sight is too much, and I fall over the edge with him, cum gushing out of me so quickly I’m left lightheaded in the thick, steamy air. I force my eyes to stay open so I can watch Trav shudder through his release until he slumps against the wall.

A strong urge washes over me, tempting me to lean over and touch him, slide my hand down his sweaty chest, drag my fingers through the cum streaking his skin, kiss his full mouth.

My brain stutters. Holy fuck.

I want to kiss him.

My best friend.

His knees fall open, his leg practically tangled with mine, his chest rising and falling swiftly, head tilted back and eyes closed.

“Fuuuuck,” he moans, dragging the word out.

I’m reeling from the thoughts I just had of wanting to touch him. Wanting to kiss him.

Okay, clearly the high of an orgasm mixed with the heat in here is making my brain curdle. I’m confused by post-o endorphins. There’s no way I actually want to kiss Trav. If there’s post-nut clarity, there has to be post-nut insanity too, right?

What would it even feel like to kiss a man? Strange, I’m sure. I don’t want that. No, it’s just horniness talking. I like kissing, that’s all. I love that feeling of hot, wet tongues sliding and the other person’s breath against my face… Trav’s breath probably smells like that licorice gum he can’t stop chewing. A swell of affection fills my chest and I quickly shake it off. I don’t want to kiss Trav.

“Dude,” Trav says after a few quiet moments. “I needed that.”

“Me too,” I grunt breathlessly.

He opens his eyes, turning to face me, a sexy smirk on his mouth. “The sauna was an epic suggestion.” He slaps my thigh as he uses his towel to wipe his torso. “Want to watch some Sin City Cars?”

And just like that, we’re back to normal. Just two best friends doing normal best friend things.

“Let’s do it.”

FOURTEEN

SHOW

“Did you see the news?” Nilsson says loudly to no one in particular as we all undress and gear up. “Baddie Badeaux filed for another divorce.”

“Shit. What’s that make, four?” Klaussen whistles and shakes his head. “Think of how much alimony he must be paying out. He probably kisses his whole-ass paycheck goodbye the minute he gets it.”

“No fucking way.” Basilio snorts. “You get married that often, you get smart about prenups. I bet all those dumb hoes are walking away empty handed. None of them have even been smart enough to get knocked up before he dumps them.”

My spine snaps straight and I whip my head around to say something, but Beau beats me to it.

“Dude, calling women ‘dumb hoes’ is exactly why you always go home alone.”

Some chuckles and oooohhhhs ripple through the locker room and I shoot Beau an approving grin when his gaze wanders to mine. I glance back at Basilio to see him red faced and surreptitiously flipping Beau the bird while his back is turned. I roll my eyes. Obviously I don’t want any of the guys picking a fight before the game, but it’s spineless as hell that we all know he wouldn’t dare do it to Beau’s face.

I pop a piece of licorice gum into my mouth and pull my jersey on over my pads. My eyes wander over to Beau more often than usual while we all get dressed. I can’t stop picturing the sweat running over his bare skin and the way his muscles bulged last night in the sauna. I don’t know where that dirty talk came from—I never talk like that in bed. Not that Beau and I were in bed, obviously. It was like a hookup. But that probably makes all the “you’re so good for me” stuff even more out of pocket.

He meets my eye briefly and flashes me a relaxed smile.

I guess it didn’t bother him. He seemed chill afterward and has been fine all day, so I can probably write it off as horny behavior and not overthink it. The thing is, there was this look in his eyes right after. It wasn’t a freaked out or panicked look, it was almost like he was thinking about kiss⁠—

“Trav.” His voice yanks me out of my thoughts. He’s all dressed and standing right next to me with his head bent down.

I chuckle and run both my hands through his hair, taking a few extra seconds to turn it into a mini scalp massage for him, raking my blunt fingernails right down the roots of his thick, soft mane of hair. Beau rumbles low in his throat and the sound goes straight to my cock. Shit, what is going on with me?

“Hurry up.” Coach’s voice cuts through the chatter in the locker room. “I want everyone on the ice, warming up in the next two minutes.”