Page 56 of Drop the Gloves
So instead of unpacking that, Evan leaned forward to kiss Barczyk.He shuddered when he tasted his own release on Barczyk’s tongue, but it helped remind Evan this was about sex.This was a weird, convenient thing where they got each other off.He had no idea why either of them liked it, but it was acceptable.He could accept it, anyway.
“Can I return the favor?”Evan asked.He’d be terrible at it.He’d never had a dick in his mouth, been so rarely on the receiving end, but it would make it impossible for him to have compromising thoughts likeRiley Barczyk looks cute.
“You don’t have to,” Barczyk said seriously.“I was just?—“
“I know I don’t have to.I want to.”
And that was how he ended up on his knees in front of Riley Barczyk.Evan pulled down Barczyk’s loose joggers and his plaid boxers.He stroked Barczyk to full hardness.Later, he’d have a dozen excuses to explain why he did this, but right now, he couldn’t deny that he wanted Barczyk’s cock.
“Oh, fuck, Abs.That’s real good.Yeah, just like that.I didn’t...never would’ve...you could’ve had me...that’s?—“
That was when Barczyk was relatively coherent.His babbling didn’t make a whole lot of sense after the first couple of minutes.He knew it was Evan’s first time giving head but, as always, was so stupidly encouraging and gentle.How could Barczyk be gentle?Why was he so nice and patient?
“Gonna...gonna come...”He tapped urgently on Evan’s shoulder in warning.“Abs, you don’t have to—“ Evan didn’t budge, just kept bobbing his head back and forth with the same sloppy rhythm he’d been using, kept working his hand on the bottom of his shaft.“Evan,” he whined and then started to come.
Evan almost choked, though he wasn’t sure if that was the come hitting the back of his throat or the helpless way Barczyk had said his name.It was stupid, but half the time Evan thought his teammates didn’t know his first name.He never heard it during the season, and it threw him to hear it at all, never mind like this.He swallowed as much as he could and rested his head against Barczyk’s hip.Maybe he should pretend he hadn’t heard that.Add it to the list of things he needed to lock away and ignore.
“We should...”Barczyk took a deep shuddering breath and patted the top of Evan’s head.“We should get cleaned up.If we hurry, we can catch up with the guys at that bar or whatever.”
“I have a headache,” Evan said shakily.He couldn’t get up yet, couldn’t look at Barczyk.Definitely couldn’t go into the bathroom to clean up and face his reflection.“Remember?”
“Oh.”He could feel Barczyk shrug.“You made a miraculous recovery.Yay.”
Evan huffed.“I think I’ll pass.”He pulled back enough to glance up at Barczyk.“Rain check?”
Barczyk laughed.
24
“You guys have been playing sowell this season,” his mom said.“You’ve grown since that playoff loss last season.Coach Jack and the GM have done well picking up new pieces and fitting them into the system.”
Evan nodded, remembered she couldn’t see him, and grunted in agreement as he rummaged through his fridge.They’d just returned from the California road trip, and he had very little edible food available other than crackers, protein bars, and slightly stale bread.
“Three for three in California,” she went on.“You guys rarely do that well.How many points did you pick up, sweetie?”
Evan gave up on finding food and opened up Uber Eats.“You know I got four,” he said with a fond eye roll.He’d forget in a couple of weeks, but she’d remember for the next few seasons.
“That one assist to Barczyk in San Francisco was particularly good.”A pause.“He’s been having a good month.That hat trick against the Brawlers was, what, his first in a few years?”
Evan shuddered, remembering how Barczyk had celebrated after that game.Evan had only given three blowjobs in his life, and all had been in the last week.“Yeah, something like that,” he said dismissively.Then, because it would be suspicious if he didn’t say more, he added, “He fits in pretty well with me and Vassy.”
“I agree.Vassiliev and you have a similar style.Last year, your right winger was too similar to you two.Barczyk brings that little extra oomph to the line.”Another pause, longer this time.“Things are going okay with Barczyk being there, right?He’s not giving you any trouble, is he?”
Oh, there’s plenty of trouble, just very little of it’s on the ice.
“No.He’s pretty easygoing when there’s no puck involved.Nice.Not pushy.”
Really hot…
He pushed the thought away.His sexual identity crisis was something he was keeping to himself, if only because there was no way to bring it up without exposing the root of it.His mom was understanding and wouldn’t judge him for any of it, but Evan didn’t want to talk about it.He had too much rattling around in his head without adding his mom’s questions or concerns into the mix.Once he understood things better, he could bring it up.
“Oh, good,” his mom said in relief.“I know how much you worried about having to share the team with him.He seems to be up to his usual antics on the ice, but I’m glad it doesn’t carry over into the locker room.”
“He’s been pretty tame lately, I thought.”He didn’t know why he wanted to defend Barczyk, who had drawn two unnecessary penalties when they were in L.A., but he did.
“Maybe.Though I appreciated his penalty got you some PK time.You looked good, sweetheart.Think they’ll keep giving you chances?”
“I hope so.I’d like more responsibility, and I think this is a good way for me to prove that I’m more than a third-line center.”
