Page 86 of Two Guys One Puck
“Some.” He doesn’t look like it’s been much.
“You’re not going to maintain that magnificent ass without eating.”
He scoffs. “So this is selfish?”
“Isn’t everything?” I smirk.
Someone comes in the room and speaks to him, but I can’t quite make it out.
“I have to go.”
“Call me tonight.”
His brow furrows. “You have a game, and you’ll be out.”
“Call me tonight. I’ll be around, no matter the time.”
“Okay.”
I’m notproud of it but I’m distracted during the game. A guy shouldn’t be doing this to me, but I’m worried. I know this will affect his game, and the draft. I don’t want that to happen.
Finally, my phone rings after midnight. I should be sleeping, but I’m not. I stayed up in case he called, not really expecting him to the later it got. I grab it off the charger and shove my feet into shoes, leaving the room so I don’t wake my roommate before I answer.
“Hello?”
“Hi.” Ronan’s voice is hoarse.
“You don’t sound so good.” I look around before deciding to go sit outside. At this hour, most of the spaces should be deserted.
“Nice to talk to you, too,” he grunts.
“It’s always nice to talk to me. Lucky you.” I push outside into the crisp air. I should have grabbed a hoodie. I take a seat by the closed pool and hit FaceTime.
He answers, but it’s dark. I can barely make out his outline. “You love to be on video.”
“I dislike talking on the phone and I’d rather see you.” Maybe it was something I developed, spending so much time talking to my mother and brother. Adding in video somehow makes the phone better.
“Sorry. I don’t feel like letting anyone see my face.”
“Can’t be worse than after I’ve fucked your face.” I cringe when he doesn’t say anything right away. Too far?
But after a few seconds, he laughs. “Fuck you. I’m sure I’m hot with my lips swollen, and you haven’t fucked my face, so you wouldn’t know how I look.”
My brow ticks up. “Is that something you’d let me do?”
He doesn’t answer right away, but I give him time. “Yes.”
“Truly?” My cock already likes the idea.
“Why wouldn’t I?” He gets defensive.“I’ve fucked yours. It’s hot.”
“You have been a little… How do I say?” I have to think about it for a moment. “Resistant, maybe? Or like…not wanting to be into men.”
He sighs and turns it back on me. “Why is this not hard for you? You weren’t into men either. And you really didn’t—or don’t—like me. So how is it all fucking rainbows and roses for you?”
“What is this rainbows and roses? This mean something?”
Seaborn shakes his head. “Not really. It just came out.”
