Page 32 of Drop the Gloves
“Abs, you son of a gun!”Barczyk said, hitting him the whole time.“That would’ve been a KO on the ice.Fuck yeah, bro!”
Soon Evan was laughing along with him, enjoying the thrill of the moment.It was unfortunate that it took him a few seconds to properly process their compromising position, with Barczyk sitting right on his pelvis.His full weight was pushing down on Evan, his crotch pressed against Evan’s lower abdomen so that he could continue his barrage of playful punches.Evan’s body had already reacted before he’d noticed, and the effect was only amplified now that he felt his hardening cock straining towards Barczyk’s ass.
“Hey, quit it,” Evan said, voice thick and a little desperate.He tried to squirm away, out from under Barczyk and away to safety, but it only made things worse.He knew the exact second Barczyk noticed Evan’s half-hard dick, because he stopped his joking assault.
“I, uhm…” Evan had no idea what to say.“Sorry, it’s?—”
His lame attempt at an apology was cut off by a sharp gasp as Barczyk sat back on his thighs, his ass pressing even more firmly against Evan’s groin.
“Sorry?”Barczyk raised an eyebrow and then looked down his own torso.Evan followed his gaze and landed on Barczyk’s slowly hardening cock, in no way hidden beneath his spandex shorts.
And fuck, Evan was bizarrely tempted to reach out and touch?—
Panic choked him, and he lay there frozen and silent and terrified.
“ ’S okay,” Barczyk said and jumped up.He winked at Evan before he turned his back and started packing up the boxing equipment.“Never happened.”
“Uhh…” Evan sat up, using his knees to shield his crotch as he tried to regain control of his body.“Yeah.Thanks.Really, I’m sorry?—”
“Never happened,” Barczyk repeated.It was maybe the strangest part of the afternoon that Evan believed him.Not just that he wouldn’t bring it up, but that it would have zero impact on how he interacted with Evan from here on out.“I’m gonna put this bag by my stall and hit the showers.Put the gloves in before you head out.I gotta drop these off at my apartment building so I don’t get, like, fined or whatever.I’ll meet you at the bar with the guys?”
“Okay,” Evan said.He watched Barczyk go, with no sign of discomfort or shame in his light step.The bastard whistled as he hit the gym door,I’m Walking on Sunshineringing out through the empty gym until the door swung shut behind him.
Even sitting on the ground, he felt so off-balance he couldn’t stand up yet.He definitely couldn’t walk out of here to face Barczyk; he’d have to wait until Barczyk had had enough time to disappear into the showers before he fled.
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Evan paused outsideof the locker rooms, straining to hear signs of the showers.He couldn’t, so instead he held his breath and listened for any noise at all that might signal Barczyk was on the other side of the door.When it was silent, he tiptoed inside, dropped off the gloves, and then he bolted from the training facility.There was absolutely no way he could handle seeing Barczyk right now, especially not if he was wet and any amount of naked.
Evan’s condo was on the way to the bar, so he stopped by to shower and change.It was a bad sign that he was still half-hard when he undressed and got in the shower.He shuddered as the hot water hit his cock, reaching full hardness while he desperately tried to ignore it.He’d rinsed out his shampoo before growling, “Fuck it,” and taking himself in hand.
He didn’t jerk off much.He usually didn’t have the energy for it, and he didn’t get aroused very often.Sometimes it helped him relax during playoffs or before season openers, those big games where he was all nerves and couldn’t sleep.The rest of the time, he kinda just…didn’t bother.
The relief he felt once he started stroking was instantaneous.He moaned in surprise at how good it felt.Eyes closed and head tilted up toward the spray, he slowly stroked himself.He was worked up for whatever reason.That was all.That was why he’d reacted like that during his practice with Barczyk.If he handled things?—
Except now that he’d thought of Barczyk and their workout on the mats, he couldn’t let the image go.His dick jerked in his fist as he remembered the feel of Barczyk straddling his hips.That moment when Barczyk had pressed his hips back against Evan’s dick…
Balls tightening, Evan put out his other hand to brace himself against the wall.He jerked himself faster, picturing what would’ve happened if he hadn’t freaked out.What if he’d held Barczyk’s waist to keep him firmly in place over his cock?What if he’d bucked up against the swell of Barczyk’s ass, again and again?What would Barczyk do?He was such a tease.He wouldn’t just sit there and let him.He’d bend down and tease Evan with a kiss, then bite his lip.He’d run his own hardening cock against Evan’s abs, those stupid shorts doing nothing to stop pre-come from soaking through.
“Bet I can make you come first,” Barczyk would whisper right in Evan’s ear before rolling his hips back.
“Fuuuuck,” Evan hissed as he came.He hadn’t come that hard in…maybe ever.He was dazed by it, with spots in front of his eyes and legs completely jelly.Too weak to stand, he slid down the tiles to the ground and let the water roll off his chest as he caught his breath.
What the actual fuck?
Evan wasn’t gay.He’d never been attracted to another guy.He still wasn’t convinced he was attracted to Barczyk.Okay, yes, Barczyk was objectively hot, but he was also loud and abrasive and had hurt Evan last season.Hurt people this season, for that matter.No, it must be something about the fake fighting that got Evan all riled up.
He finished his shower as quickly as possible, giving his spent dick only a perfunctory clean because why did it have to make things weird?Hopefully, it’d be satisfied and leave him alone for a while.The last thing he needed this season (or any season) was inconvenient boners around teammates.
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The guys were already a few beers in when Evan got to the bar, hair still damp but his body more relaxed than it’d been in weeks.
Until he spotted Barczyk.
As soon as Evan saw him, goosebumps rose along his arms and the back of his neck prickled.His entire body became hyper-alert, aware of Barczyk’s presence at the end of the bar.Even as Dalton ordered Evan a drink and started yapping away about the woman who owned the bar (or ran it?Maybe designed it?He wasn’t paying enough attention to know), he kept an eye on Barczyk.
“She’s just so talented,” Dalton sighed.“Think I’ve got a shot?”
