Anything to avoid admitting the truth.
“Seriously, Kayden?” he asked.
“What?”
“Your ass, bro. It’s bare. Actually, I’ve never seen you naked before at all. What gives?”
“Oh, don’t mind me. I’m used to it. Makes me feel like I’m hanging out with the guys. We do this in the locker room all the time.”
“Yeah, but…”
“And clothes are so constricting. You look overdressed, Joe. You ought to try this sometime.”
I glanced out the window and saw Erik in the backyard, stepping into his underwear. Then he put his pants on and donned his shirt in the sloppiest way possible. Then he tried to climb over the fence, getting stuck, and teetering back and forth, before going over the fence.
I heard a thud coming from outside, but Joe seemed not to have heard it because his eyes never left me.
“I hope you’re not looking to make a habit of doing stuff like this, bro,” he said.
“Why not? I live here, and I’ll strut around naked if I want to.”
“So what? I live here, too, and I’m totally not gay.”
Okay, that one hit me like a ton of bricks. All it took was one single word, a term I hadn’t thought to apply to myself. The word itself didn’t bother me. But it made me realize that if I kept up all this business with Erik, I would have to keep hiding things from people again and again. Sooner or later, they would put two and two together.
Instead of confessing anything, I continued to stroll around the main floor, naked as the day I was born, like nothing at all bad happened.
Of course, it didn’t help that I found Erik’s shoes at the door. I scooped them up and took them to my room before my roommate could ask any more questions.
When all this started, I wouldn’t have expected to be the one getting fucked…literally. Now that it’d happened, I couldn’t believe that I’d loved it.
And that I wanted it to happen again.
You know as well as I do that Erik wouldn’t make that easy. That seemed obvious enough.
Case in point, he met me on the ice before our teammates had arrived for practice. As you know, being co-captains meant we needed to be out there before anyone else. It also offered us the shred of privacy we badly needed.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
“What are you sorry for?”
“Fucking you.”
I suppressed a laugh but couldn’t stop a smirk from appearing on my face. Only a Canadian farm boy would actually apologize for the epic fucking he’d given me. Next, he would punish himself for being multi-orgasmic.
“You don’t have to be sorry about that,” I said. “It was fucking awesome.”
“But I lost control.”
“Yeah, you sure let loose. I loved it.”
“But I shouldn’t have let that happen. I’m supposed to be restrained and disciplined. It was just that amazing dinner, how incredible you looked, and something I saw in your eyes…”
“You know you won’t go to jail for not analyzing everything to death, right?”
“No, I’ll go to jail for getting into a stupid bar fight. Oh wait, you’ve already beaten me to it.”
I flashed him another small smile. Only a guy who’d fucked me like Erik had could get away with comments like that.
