Page 37 of Lucky Sucker

16. LUKE

My first thought had been, how could I be a Daddy if I didn’t have any kids, and my second thought was reminded that this was all play. I had a lot to search, but Wren was open to questions, all questions. In fact, he offered me more information than I could’ve even thought myself.

Wren was a little, and that meant, he liked to regress in age when he played, and now, so much of what I’d seen of him made sense. His stuffed animal collection, his talks about night lights, the coloring pages I’d seen stuffed inside his notepad, and even the trashcan of juice boxes in his bedroom made sense.

It had been a week since we’d stopped pretending to date and really start dating. We’d still not spent the night at either place, but most evening, he came over to the Icehouse where he was full of ideas about boosting the team’s social presence. He had a newfound energy about him since expressing who he really was to me.

Saturday evening, the team gathered at the house in the large den room where we played video recordings from training sessions that Coach had of us to help explain areas, we needed practice in. It also helped us find b-roll footage to share to the internet, and that’s what we planned on doing tonight.

In the large comfy leather armchair, I sat with Wren on my lap, his entire body snuggled up in one of my hoodies. This was way different to the Wren that I’d been faking it with, this was the real deal, and I was falling hard for him.

“Ok, so up first,” I announced from my seat. “Everyone got popcorn?”

Wren’s head perked up from its perch against my chest. “I want popcorn.”

“Popcorn me,” I called out, holding a hand up.

Popcorn arrived swiftly in a bag. I looked behind to see everyone in the cinema style seating we’d set up in the den. Everyone had a view of the projector screen now.

“Fail compilation,” Ryan said from behind me. “They get hella laughs, and I think people love to see them. And I’m saying that as someone who is probably on their the most.”

“That’s because you’re trying to break the sound barrier,” Zachary jibed. “I’m semi against it.”

“Only because you fell on your ass the other day,” Ryan added. “Twice!”

It was funny to see them fall, never to fall yourself because it totally fucked with your center of balance, but sometimes it was just the way fresh ice was polished sometimes.

“I think it’s a good idea,” I said. “But only because I never fall.”

Wren glared at me, his big eyes narrowing to slits. “Except for that one time,” he whispered.

“You fell; I just met you on the ice.” I pressed my lips to his forehead just before he could shove a handful of popcorn into my mouth. It was lightly flavored, the slightest hint of sweetness to it, but that could’ve easily just been the way Wren tested. This was the only popcorn Julia approved.

Everyone had ideas and notes on what we were going to do for the social media accounts. We’d already posts little clips about the team as we prepared for our first game next week right when the season kicked off. It was a home game against Green Mountain State, and they were considerably fierce competition, but we’d faced them last season and managed to win each interaction. I just hoped we could continue the tradition with me at the helm.

It got a little late, and usually, that was the time Wren left, but he’d found a cozy spot against my chest, and I hadn’t wanted to move. Most of the team had left for bed with only some of the other seniors still in the den, rewinding and playing some of the clips where Zachary ate ass on the ice.

“Should’ve been on the gym team with those kinds of moves,” Liam chuckled. “I don’t think my legs could even part like that.”

They made my legs recoil slightly to think of doing the split and what that would’ve meant for my dick. I didn’t want to assume the flexibility of it. As I moved, I woke Wren. Startled awake, he nearly leapt from my lap.

“God, I should go home.” He tugged at the end of the oversized jersey of mine he wore, his body nearly consumed completely with the light of the projector. Zachary’s image in the splits shown across his torso.

“You should just stay over,” Liam said.

“It’s not like we don’t know the two of you are together,” Jamal added. “As long as you’re not loud, I don’t think anyone minds.”

Holding my hand out to him, he sat back on my lap. “But I don’t have anything to wear.”

“That’s fine, I’ve got sweatpants and a change of clothes if you need it,” I told him. “But it’s up to you. I can go get the caddy and drive you back home. But it’s the weekend and I’m sure the people you live with are awake and partying, so, I guess it depends on what you want.” I knew he liked to keep to himself when he was at his place, and I was selfish in wanting him to stay here with me.

“I don’t know,” he grumbled and grabbed at his stuffed orca teddy that had slipped down the side of the armchair. “I’m not sure if we’ve progressed that far.”

“Get a room!” Tyler shouted and laughed, throwing popcorn at us.

Jamal and Liam joined in throwing popcorn kernels at us and some of them landed just so perfectly in Wren’s hair.

“I don’t even have my toothbrush,” he said.

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