On the other hand, he wasn’t wrong. Maybe I had become even a bigger prick than my normal arrogant, conceited self. I should’ve been more careful about how I criticized him. Not that it was wrong to do it in general—full accountability, right? But maybe I should’ve known that my boyfriend would react that way.
Okay, I’m just gonna say it: Maybe I should’ve kept my big mouth shut.
“Look, I’m sorry,” I said. “I don’t think I was wrong to say what I did, but that doesn’t make it right. Does that make sense?”
“No, Kayden, it doesn’t make sense.”
“I really don’t want to start a fight. Not now.”
“Then maybe you shouldn’t have opened that big mouth of yours.”
Ooooooh, that one was a little rough. As a matter of fact, I sort of wished hehadtaken a swing at me. At least that would’ve sounded more like something a hockey player would do.
“Let’s just let it go.”
He said it so abruptly like he meant to have the final word. Then he marched naked into the bathroom. And I copped a look at his perfect ass, wondering how anything could seem so incredible. Normally, I would’ve followed an ass like that wherever it went, mostly so I could score round two, but I also hated ending any exchange that way. No matter what, I always needed closure. I realized that there was no way on earth that would happen now. It didn’t matter what I said or did. Erik would find some way to turn the conversation around on me or ratchet up the tension in some non-sexual way.
And that was bad news.
When I heard the shower water spraying, I knew the conversation really was over whether I liked it or not. And Erik had won the argument—you know, if giving me a thrashing and then walking away really counted as winning. Oh yeah, I could join him in the shower and change the subject as only I knew how, but I knew better. I just had to hope this wouldn’t become a habit before we hoisted the championship trophy.
41
ERIK
Ihad Kayden in bed, his legs pinned back so his knees almost touched his shoulders. My cock hammered in and out of his hole while my mouth stayed melded to his. Our tongues lapped over one another. We were one. For that brief period of time, the world fell away, and I didn’t worry about anything else. Thoughts of the championship game, Kayden acting like a total asshole, and fears of being left behind once he was drafted had escaped me completely.
My boyfriend wrapped his arms around my neck, like doing so could pull me in closer than we already were, but that was impossible. Like I said, we were one. Now here’s the crazy thing: It still felt fresh and new. No matter how many times we’d fucked each other since the season began, it hadn’t grown old. I’m not saying that each romp with my boyfriend felt like the first time, but it was pretty close.
When Kayden moaned and thrust his head back, I knew I was in complete control. It made me pound him harder and faster, causing the tension to mount. My own breathing quickened, and I felt climax on the horizon. I wanted to slow down, pace myself, but my drive felt too strong.
My boyfriend reached the finish line first. That didn’t surprise me. I could always tell when he was close by the way his breathing picked up and his hold on me tightened. He reached in between us, clamping his hand down on his cock and jerking it.
“Holy fuck,” he said, “I’m gonna come.”
He grunted, and I felt spurts of his hot come splatter onto my stomach, driving me to fuck him at my hardest and fastest pace yet. I held my breath and felt my own climax inching closer and closer. At the very last second, I pulled out, gripped my member, and aimed it at his lower body. Spurts of come landed on his chest and stomach in long, white streaks.
I stayed on my knees, watching over him as the last shudders of orgasm rocked through me. I released one of several breaths I’d held as my chest heaved in and out. I laughed a little for some reason, then I practically flopped down onto Kayden, barely able to support my own weight. I kissed my boyfriend’s lips before rolling off and lying in the space beside him.
Only then did I think about our conversation at his place yesterday. Okay, it wasn’t a conversation—way more of an argument. But hey, I’d been right! Well, let’s just say I hadn’t been wrong but hadn’t been completely right either. Kayden thought I was being jealous. From my point of view, he really did seem to be getting big-headed. I hadn’t played badly at all, and he’d nitpicked the hell out of me like he was Gordie fucking Howe.
It was a two-way street. He should be begging me for forgiveness. Even still, I didn’t mind being the first to apologize.
“I’m sorry about the other day,” I said. “I didn’t mean to say you were getting a big head and acting like the asshole of the universe.”
“You didn’t say I was acting like the asshole of the universe.”
“Oh wait, I must’ve just been thinking that. Anyway, sorry about the big-headed comment, even if anyone else in the world would say you were getting one.”
“Thanks…I guess.”
Kayden rolled out of bed, grabbed a towel, and wiped my come off of his chest and stomach. I couldn’t help eyeing his cock, which had gone soft but still looked impressive when swinging back and forth while he strutted around naked. If that kept up, I would never return to reality.
“Don’t worry about it,” he said. “I accept your apology.”
And he said nothing else, like he’d had no responsibility for the argument, as if he’d remained the same Mister Perfect he’d been from the moment I’d met him.
I coughed loudly to get my boyfriend’s attention.
