Page 82 of Two Guys One Puck
I finally break the kiss to find an exit. There’s a back door, and I drag him out of it and pin him to the brick wall outside.
He squeezes my cock then shoves me off. “Get off me before we both come in our pants.”
We both take a second to right our clothing and make ourselves look less disheveled. Then we sneak out through the alley so our teams don’t see us. I pull my hood over my head, and he adjusts his hat. We walk with our heads down the half mileto my hotel. He waits outside while I walk in, following after five minutes. I leave the door open with the latch and grab a water bottle to wait.
He walks in three minutes later, cocky as hell.
“You didn’t wait the full five minutes.” I take another sip of my water.
“Your team will be back from the bar at some point, and your roommate. I didn’t want to waste our time.” He grabs the water bottle out of my hand and puts it to his lips.
I put my finger under the bottle and tip it further as he drinks. The water spills out and down his chin, dripping down his neck. I groan.
He lifts a brow. “Is that all it takes?”
How do I tell him it’s just him who does this to me?
“I can’t help it. You’re hot.”
His dirty blond hair falls in his face as he lowers the bottle, then flings the remaining contents at me.
I close my eyes as the droplets hit, soaking my face and down the front of my shirt. “Bastard.” I barely get the word out, and he’s on me.
He takes his time stripping my wet shirt off me before taking off his own. I watch because I’ve found it gets me really hard, seeing him undressed. I’ve never met anyone who does this for me.
I leaveDC feeling more unsettled than ever. If I could have stayed in his room, or him in mine the whole weekend I would have. But now that we’re apart I don’t know how to feel. Am I into men? Am I just into him? Am I bisexual or pansexual? What even is the difference.
I can’t get out of my fucking head and I don’t know what to do.
“I need to talk to you,” I say to Archangel on the plane ride home. He’s sitting next to me on the Gods’ private plane instead of Wolfe, who likes to sit in the back.
Archangel flicks his gaze over in my direction. “I figured after being out both nights. You didn’t even try to fake it the second one.”
“Since you already know…” I glance around to see who might be eavesdropping. Most of the guys have headphones on, and half of them are sleeping. Pretty normal after a long travel weekend. “I don’t know how to feel about it. I’m struggling.”
“With what?”
“Feeling this way.” I don’t want to say gay or straight on the plane. I know that will draw attention.
“You didn’t seem too bothered when your dick?—”
I cut him off. “Quiet! No shit. But when it isn’t involved, I…feel crazy.” I know how bad it sounds out loud, so I try to make it better. “I obviously don’t have an issue with gay people.”
Archangel rolls his eyes at that, and I shut my mouth before I make it worse.
“Good. I’m glad you know when to shut the fuck up.” He gives me a tight smile, and I keep my mouth shut, letting him speak. “I don’t think you’re not cool with us. We’ve been friends forever, and you live with me, but…” He drops his voice. “This is internalized homophobia. It’s fine when it’s anyone but you.”
I lean in so I can barely whisper, “If that is true, then why is he the only one I’ve been attracted to?”
He sighs. “You’re a victim of compulsory heterosexuality.”
“You need to explain that to me when we get home,” I say, not wanting to risk anything more.
“Believe me. I will.”
We get back to the city and the Sunday night traffic is bad so it takes forever to get back to our place. I’m expecting Wolfe to be up our ass the second we get back, but he goes to his room and closes the door, saying he has a headache. Archangel and I go to my room and sit on the bed together. I put on a movie for background noise and pick up Venom. She’s always needy when we’ve been away the whole weekend so she needs extra love.
She acts for a few minutes like she wants nothing to do with me but finally curls up in my lap.
