Page 95 of The Waiting Game

Jonah was occupied and in no hurry to shower. Felix had plenty of time.

He leaned an arm against the shower wall, taking his dick in his hand. He was still mostly soft but a few strokes sent blood rushing to his cock.

Unbidden, Felix’s mind returned to thoughts of Jonah at practice this morning. It had been an optional skate but they’d still done dryland workouts and stretching along with some video review highlighting Montreal’s strengths and vulnerabilities.

Jonah had stripped off to shower after his workout and Felix had let his gaze linger a little.

Jonah had an incredible body.

Felix had always known it but it hit differently now.

The smattering of hair across Jonah’s chest was oddly sexy. Felix closed his eyes and stroked himself, imagining running his hands across Jonah’s pecs.

He shivered and stroked faster as he pictured Jonah gently guiding his hand to his cock. Feeling Jonah’s thick shaft in his hand for the first time.

It would be strange but good, Felix thought. Familiar, yet unfamiliar.

Felix imagined the way it would feel if Jonah wrapped a hand around Felix, tugging him with firm, steady strokes, just the way Felix liked it.

It was so clear it was like it was really happening.

Stroking each other off, the water pouring around them, Jonah’s lips tickling Felix’s skin as he panted harshly against his collarbone. The jerk of Jonah’s cock in his hand when he came all over Felix’s abs.

Felix, right there, on the edge, until Jonah pressed his mouth to Felix’s neck, grazing his teeth across that sensitive spot …

“Fuck,” Felix whispered, painting the side of the shower wall with his cum and wishing it was covering Jonah’s skin instead.

Head spinning, Felix slumped against the wall, breathing harshly, working his cock through the last few spurts.

As Felix finally came down from the head-spinning orgasm, washed away the evidence of his jerk-off session, and turned off the showerhead, his knees felt a little wobbly.

Dazedly, Felix got out and dried off, wondering how good it might be if it had been more than a fantasy.

He guessed that answered one question about his sexuality.

He had no trouble getting hard when he thought about a man. About Jonah, anyway.

“Love you too,” Jonah said, smiling at his grandmother on the screen. “Good night.”

Reluctantly, he hung up the video call, disappointed Felix had taken so long in the shower. Jonah liked leisurely showers too but this was ridiculous.

A moment later, Felix stepped out, wearing nothing but a towel, another one draped around his shoulders.

“Took you long enough!” Jonah teased as he tossed his phone on the bed by his hip. “What were you doing, jerking off in there?”

“Uhh.” Felix made a strangled noise and Jonah glanced up to see his cheeks were flushed. From the hot water? Or from something else?

“Oh my God. You did!” Jonah said with a laugh. “You’re so fucking predictable.”

It was weird that he knew Felix’s jerk-off habits, right? Maybe not as well as his own but well enough to know he liked to get off before bed because it helped him sleep.

Jonah liked to do it before his pregame nap. Felix knew that about him too.

Oh, that wouldn’t be happening now though, would it? Not with them sharing a room. Shit. He hadn’t thought about that part of his routine.

“Well, I, uh, need a good night’s sleep,” Felix said but his gaze didn’t quite meet Jonah’s. “With the game tomorrow and everything.”

Jonah was suddenly reminded of the impromptu striptease Felix had done before his shower.

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