Page 69 of Tough Guy and the Show Off

“Yeah, maybe.”

I’m tempted to ask him what he thinks about players coming out—about us coming out—but I can’t bring myself to say the words. We’re not even sure what we are yet, and now things have been complicated by my trade.

“I have to get to the arena for practice soon,” Travis says, sounding sad in a way I’ve never heard him before.

“Have a great game, Trav.”

“Thanks, Beau.”

We end the call, and I lean back on the couch, still clutching my phone, stuck in my feelings for my best friend.

THIRTY

SHOW

I bounce my knees and mentally will the plane to hurry the fuck up and finish taxying already. It feels like we’ve been driving around this runway for half an eternity, as if the three hours in the air weren’t enough on their own. The plane lurches to a full stop and the seat belt sign blinks off. I’m out of my seat instantly, grabbing my carry-on and practically bowling the flight attendant over on my way to the door. I shoot her an apologetic smile, but that’s all I can muster. I don’t have time to waste on apologies right now. Not when Chicago is on the other side of the door.

“You coming to lunch before warm-ups?” Klaussen asks, somehow managing to keep pace with me as I practically sprint down the jet bridge, already fishing my phone out of my pocket with my free hand.

“Nah, I’m going to my room for a nap,” I lie.

I was worried about who I’d end up rooming with on roadies after Beau was traded, but I’ve been such a crabby bastard for the past month that I’ve managed to score my own room. I might feel bad about being so insufferable that no one can stand to spend the night in the bed next to me, but since it means I have an empty room waiting for me right now, it’s hard to regret it too much.

If Klaus, or any of the other guys, has anything else to say, I don’t hear it. I’m too busy firing off a text.

SHOW: Here. Come meet me at the hotel? 1415.

Beau’s response is the Forrest Gump running GIF. My stomach swoops and I chuckle, still clutching my phone as I haul ass out of the airport with only one thing on my mind.

Beau.

Beau.

Beau.

Beau.

In my hotel room, I kick off my shoes and splash some water on my face. I can’t stop smiling like an idiot, my heart hammering wildly against my rib cage. It’s only a few minutes before there’s a knock at the door. I whip it open, grab Beau by the front of his t-shirt, and drag him inside. I want to tell him he looks amazing, I want to tease him about how he got here so fast, and I want to tell him how much I’ve missed him. Instead, I slam my mouth against his and everything feels right in the world for the first time in a month.

Beau groans, his lips parting with the sound, giving me the opening to lick into his mouth. I didn’t realize that there was a specific Beau taste to his mouth before, but there is, and I’m already addicted to it. We stumble deeper into the room with our tongues tangled and our hard cocks dragging against each other through the barrier of our clothes.

I’ve lost track of how many nights we’ve watched each other jerk off over video chat, but that barely did anything to curb my craving for him. It was like showing a starving man a picture of a cheeseburger and expecting him to be satisfied. This is what I needed. Beau’s moans vibrating around my tongue, our hands tugging at each other’s clothes as we trade hot, heavy breaths between hungry kisses.

I yank Beau’s shirt up over his head, reluctantly breaking the kiss just long enough to get it off and toss it aside.

“God, I missed you, Trav,” he murmurs before our mouths crash back together. I feel like we have a month’s worth of touching and tasting each other to make up for in less than an hour, and still somehow find a way to slake our need for each other enough to make it to the next time we’re in the same city again.

We could probably undress ourselves a hell of a lot faster if we stopped kissing and focused on our own clothes, but I can’t stop touching him. I can’t stop snaking my tongue around his to swallow the muffled sounds he feeds me. I can’t stop dragging my fingers over every inch of warm, bare skin I can find. We get our clothes off eventually, even if it’s clumsier and slower than either of us would have liked.

Beau’s hard, bare cock bumps against mine and a hot shiver runs through me, making my stomach clench and my balls tighten.

“Fuck, I missed you too,” I mumble against his lips, dragging him into bed and pulling him on top of me so I can feel the satisfying crush of his weight pressing me into the mattress.

It’s still kind of mind-blowing to me that it took me so long to realize I’m bi when touching Beau feels so right. Better late than never, I guess. He rolls his hips, grinding his cock against mine, catching the underside of my crown with his tip and smearing his wet, sticky precum all along my shaft.

“I want to suck you,” he groans, snapping his hips again and nipping at my chin as we both pant, trying to catch our breath.

“Fuck yeah. I want your hot mouth on me, man. Then I want to do it to you.” I thrust up to meet him, moaning as our balls bounce against each other and more of his precum slicks the head of my cock.