Page 50 of Drop the Gloves
Barczyk
Or just hang out, no pressure
“Yeah, right,” Evan grumbled.Barczyk likely meant what he said, but Evan felt a metric shit ton of pressure.He needed to clear this up.He needed to go tell Barczyk that he was straight.The last time had been a mistake.Evan was confused and horny and they should stop the lessons because it was messing with Evan’s head.Yes.These were the things that needed to happen so Evan could put this behind him before it derailed his entire season.
He would text Barczyk back a simpleno thanksand not put himself in situations where he might give Barczyk the wrong impression.Any second, he’d type those two words and then put away his phone and go to bed, because they had a curfew and were traveling to San Francisco tomorrow.
But when Evan’s hand started moving, that wasn’t what he did.
Abernathy
I could use some practice
Be there in ten
* * *
Evan’s heart thundered in his ears.He was doing this.He was going to Barczyk’s hotel room to…
To what?It would probably be a repeat of what happened last time, though on a bed instead of a training mat.Fuck, why did he want this so badly?Why was he so fucking turned on when they weren’t even in the same room yet?
He shifted uneasily on his feet outside Barczyk’s door.Last chance to turn back.If he chickened out, maybe he’d be so embarrassed he’d learn his lesson and get his dick under control.He heard the elevator door open at the far end of the hall and recognized Doyle’s laughter.Panicking, Evan knocked urgently on the door.The laughter was getting louder, footsteps bringing his teammates closer and?—
The door opened, and Evan almost fell forward.Strong arms pulled him inside, and the door closed behind him.Evan held his breath as the noise in the hallway grew louder before slowly growing quiet.Only after it was silent again did Evan let out a whoosh of air and turn around.
Barczyk stared at him, eyebrows drawn together and arms crossed over his chest.“You okay?”
“It was Doyle and some of the guys,” Evan whispered.Then he realized how ridiculous it was to whisper when they were safely in Barczyk’s hotel room.“Sorry, that was dumb.”He dragged a hand down his face and groaned into his palm.
“You’re kind of cute when you’re freaking out, anyone ever tell you that?”
“Really?”Evan peeked out from his hand, bewildered.
Barczyk shrugged.“Cute like a puppy is cute.Not, like, bangable cute.”
“Oh.”Was that a hint?“Sorry, I?—“
“Geez, Abs.”Barczyk put a hand on his chest; Evan shut up.The gesture also made his dick stand at attention.What kind of magic powers did Barczyk have that did this to him?“Relax.And stop apologizing all the time.”
Evan started to apologize again but cut himself off in time.Instead, he clamped his mouth so tightly his jaw clicked and swallowed.
Barczyk’s hands came to rest on his shoulders; Evan leaned forward into the touch.
“Seriously, bro,” Barczyk said.“You good?For real, we can just chill.I’m not looking to give you an aneurysm.As much as I would love to get my hands on you”—Evan whimpered—“there are plenty of other ways to pass the time.”
“Uh huh.”Evan closed his eyes and shuddered.He knew what he wanted.He didn’t understand why he wanted it, but he did.Maybe this was something he needed to work out of his system.Mind made up, he opened his eyes.“I’d uhm...your hands...you could...”He bit the inside of his cheek to get it together.“You should put your hands on me.”
“Thank God,” Barczyk said before going on his tiptoes to kiss him.As soon as their lips met, Evan forgot everything he’d ever known.There was nothing besides Barczyk’s tongue, his mouth, his hands, his body.Evan groaned as he tried to get closer, wrapping his arms around Barczyk and pulling him in tight as he could, as if it were possible for him to get under Barczyk’s skin the way he had with Evan.Barczyk fit so perfectly against him, hard chest and solid muscle.
Evan slid a hand up Barczyk’s back, marveling at the broad shoulders before tangling his fingers in Barczyk’s hair.He couldn’t say why he did it, but he closed his fist in the curls and tugged gently.It sent a bolt of pleasure through him, this bit of control he could exert over Barczyk when normally it was Barczyk who was in charge.He did it again, nudging Barczyk so he could deepen the kiss.
The third time, Barczyk broke the kiss and smiled against Evan’s lips.“You got a thing for my hair, huh?”
“Yeah,” he admitted.It was so satisfying in a primal way that he didn’t understand; he just knew he liked it.“Sor?—“
Barczyk kissed him once, quickly, then bit his lip.Evan let out a surprised gasp.
“No apologies,” Barczyk scolded.They were so close, Evan could feel the words caressing his skin.“You’ve got nothing to apologize for here.If I don’t like something, I’ll tell you.You just do the same, ‘kay?”
