Page 16 of Skating to Him

“Let’s get together over the holidays. You’re coming home, right?” He flashed a grin at me.

“I am, and we will.” I nodded. “See you, buddy. And thanks.” I needed to let him go and figure my shit out.

“Bye, Rowan. Love you.”

“Love you too, man.” I hung up the call and looked around my apartment. I was on a mission now, and there was no better time than the present.

Jumping from the couch, I lowered the shade on my window and strolled into my bedroom. It felt weird to beat off on the couch to gay porn. Why? I don’t know. It wasn’t like anyone could see me. But still, it didn’t sit right.

I dropped my joggers and underwear and climbed onto my bed. Did I need lube for this? Was I even going to get hard? I pressed my lips together. If I was worried about getting a boner in the hotel room with Tyler, then yeah.

After setting my nightstand up with lotion and a roll of toilet paper, it was time to get to work. I leaned my back against my headboard, my legs stretched down the bed.Here goes nothing.I opened my phone, held it to my face, and ran a search forgay man jerking off. That was pretty direct, and Teddy was right. I probably wasn’t ready to watch two guys fucking each other in the ass. A shiver played over my spine. Or was I? No.

I tapped on a link and a video pulled up of a dude sitting on a couch, naked and with a raging hard-on.

“Damn.” I tilted my head. The guy was built and, holy hell, had blond hair like Tyler’s. I’d hit the jackpot on the first try. But maybe it wasn’t a good idea to watch a guy who reminded me of Tyler?

My cock tingled and swelled. “Oh, hello.” Guess he was on board, and yeah, I most certainly was bisexual. I pressed play on the video, and the guy on the screen moaned and hissed as he stroked his cock, stretching toward his rippled abs.

Okay, here we go. My rock-hard dick ached and twitched between my legs, so I poured lotion into my palm and slid myhand over it. Sensation swirled inside me. Damn, that felt pretty good. I watched the guy in the video stroke faster and gasp.

“Fuck…” I matched my strokes with his and rolled my hips, pressure building in my balls. This was getting me off pretty fast. Who’d have thought? But maybe I was only putting myself in this guy’s place? I glanced at the way he opened his mouth and flicked his tongue over his lips.

My cock jerked in my hand and dribbled precum while pleasure sparked through me. Nope, I was enjoying watchinghimget off. Plain and simple.

As the man’s balls drew up, he rocked his hips, let out a guttural groan, and said, “Fuck, gonna come.”

My body shuddered with sensation, and I pumped my hand over my dick. I was going to come with him. No stopping it. Gasping and panting, my balls grew heavier and tightened. The edge of release taunted me. I wasn’t going to come until the guy on my screen did.

The man’s face and body morphed into Tyler’s as his load shot from the head of his dick. His abs clenched and his face tensed. Cum sprayed his chest and over his fingers, and he moaned with each spurt.

“Holy fuck.” My release ripped through me in harsh pulses of pleasure, my cock spasming as hot cum painted my chest. Dropping my mouth open, I panted through sharp gasps and squeezed my eyes shut as sparks lit up behind them. As it slowed, I opened my eyes.

The video had stopped playing and I dropped my phone to the bed. As I fought to catch my breath, I glanced at the drops of cum peppering my chest. Holy hell, I’d come a lot. And what was with my brain putting Tyler in the video?

“I’m fucking doomed.” Plucking tissue out of the box, I wiped myself off and threw it on the bed next to my phone. Who knew jerking off with a guy could give me such a great orgasm? What would it be like in person? My pulse quickened, but I breathed through it. “You’re bisexual, Rowan. No doubt about itnow.” A straight guy wouldn’t get off to that video, right? Or would they? Maybe…shit, I was overanalyzing now.

Tipping my head on the pillow, I gazed at my ceiling. I would never be able to look at Tyler the same way again. Had I ruined our chances of being a winning defensive line this year? What if my head wasn’t in the game when I played with him from now on? What if all I could think about was jerking off with him? Would Coach bench me?

“Get a grip, Rowan.” With a sigh, I threw my legs off the side of the bed and stood. I should keep everything professional with him from now on. No more going to the gay bar with him. And hell, maybe no more study dates at his house. I should find someone else to help me out with assignments. Like a girl. Yeah, a wicked hot girl. A smirk crept over my lips.

Friday morning,the team was boarding our plane for our first of two games in North Dakota. We were about to play the Fighting Hawks. In fucking North Dakota. I’d never been there before, so this would be cool. I walked down the aisle with my backpack slung over my shoulder. The airline had let the team board first and everyone was finding seats toward the back.

My gaze landed on Tyler’s as he dropped into the aisle seat by Myles, who’d sat in the window seat.

Tyler waved at me. “Hey, Mackenzie, sit with us.”

I up-nodded him and glanced around. The guys had already paired up. I’d been successful in keeping myself professional the last few days at the rink and in the classroom. I could do it here. Plus, it would be a little odd if I didn’t sit with him, seeing as how we were D-line partners.

I breathed in deeply and stopped at his row. “Okay, move over, and I’ll take the end.” I could do this.

Myles flicked his gaze to mine. “Can you sit in the middle? I like the window, and Tyler gets up every two seconds to piss.”He chuckled. “So, if you don’t want him climbing over you to get out, sit in the middle.” He arched a brow. “Or maybe you do want him?—”

“Quiet, Myles.” Tyler threw him a glare. “I’ll sit in the middle.” He unbuckled his belt and made to get up.

“Hey, you guys playing pickle in the middle?” Ace twisted around from the seat in front of them.

“Yeah, but I’m not sure if it’s Tyler’s pickle or Rowan’s.” Myles barked out a laugh along with Ace, who held his fist up so Myles could bump it.

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