Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
Finn
Freshly showered, I made my way to the press room.
Coach had barked out orders for Marcus, Leo, and me to sit through the press conferences today. The three of us had played a killer game, and the media would be buzzing to talk to us. Stepping into the room, the cameras flashed as reporters watched us with hungry eyes.
Sitting down, Marcus moved to my left and Leo to my right. Once the questions started, I felt my body tensing. I normally didn’t mind the media, but lately, some of the questions had become frustrating.
Most people wanted to focus on my sexuality, and that wasn’t what I wanted to talk about after a great hockey performance.
“Finn, how are you settling into the Stallions’ team?” a woman with fire-red hair asked me.
I scooted toward the microphone sitting on the table. I felt myself relax. This was the type of question I could easily answer.
“It’s been good. Change can always be tough, but I really like Louisville. The team has been welcoming, and I’ve met some pretty special people,” I said, offering a smile.
Another man stepped up, a smirk on his face. “What about all your teammates? Everyone noticed the tension between you and Dylan tonight,” he threw out.
“Sometimes, there are things to work out, but we are figuring it out,” I stated, trying hard not to scowl.
Thankfully, another reporter turned to Leo and asked some questions about how we, as a team, didn’t seem to mesh well.
For the rest of the conference, I tuned everything out.
It was true; we hadn’t been perfect during the game, but we were trying.
We were experiencing growing pains as a team, and it showed.
Once the conference was over, I jumped up and basically ran out of the room.
***
The postgame crash hit hard. Adrenaline bled off slowly, replaced by the dull throb of sore muscles. One of my post-game rituals was to fall into an ice bath.
I moved into the PT room and heard someone rustling around. My heart started to race, and hope flowed through me. I thought that everyone had left, but I was pleasantly wrong.
“Thought you’d run off to celebrate,” Brody said, his voice right by my shoulder.
“Needed quiet,” I replied. “And ice.”
He glanced over to the ice bath and then back to me.
I began unbuttoning the navy-blue dress shirt I had worn during the press conference. Brody’s eyes watched, drinking in every movement that I made. I kept my gaze locked on him, wanting him to watch as I slowly undressed.
“Do you want privacy?” he asked, his voice hoarse.
I shook my head, no. I moved to remove my belt and then slowly slid my black dress pants down my thick, toned thighs.
My dick was hard and pushing against the thin fabric of my boxers. Brody glanced down, and I watched as he slowly licked his lips. He could fight it all he wanted, but he wanted me as badly as I wanted him.
“Maybe I should go,” he whispered.
I smirked. “What? You think they’d fire you for hanging out with me? I mean, aren’t you supposed to help me?” I asked playfully.
He shot me a look. “Yes. I mean no. Not like this.”
I moved closer to the ice bath, and Brody took a step toward me.
“How do you want to help me?” I asked him, breathlessly.
We were alone. Everyone else had already filed out of the arena.
Brody opened his mouth, but only silence escaped.
I crossed the distance between us and stood dangerously close to him.
I leaned in, just enough for him to meet me.
We kissed—soft at first, then hungry, the way people do when they’ve run out of things to prove and just want to exist. His hand was in my hair, my fingers dug into his back, and the whole world melted to just the hum of the lights and the slow, desperate rhythm of breathing.
I could feel his dick against my thigh.
“This is wrong,” Brody tried to argue.
“Do you want to stop?” I asked him.
My lust may be taking over, but I would never pressure anyone into doing something they didn’t want to do.
He shook his head, no, and my heart leaped in my chest.
With my eyes locked on his, I placed my hands on his chest, running them down to his stomach/waist. I could feel how toned his abs were, even through the fabric of his clothes. I slid down until I was resting on my knees. Pain shot up through my legs, but I ignored it.
My fingers moved to his zipper, and once I pulled out his glorious dick, I began to salivate. “You have a beautiful dick,” I admired.
Brody smiled, but he still looked nervous. One hand ran through my hair as he looked down at me with a gentle longing.
I kept my eyes locked on his as I took his dick in my mouth. Licking the head, I drank in the precum that leaked from the tip. Brody’s head fell back, and his eyes closed. I took him deeper into my mouth and fisted the base so I could gently tug while I sucked on him.
He tasted good, so fucking good.
I could feel his dick pulsating as I began to move faster. He was on the brink of orgasm, and it turned me on. Yes, I wished that I could get off too, but right now, it was such a pleasure getting to please Brody.
When he moaned and jerked, I drank down every drop of his cum. When he finished, I wiped my mouth and stood up.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” Brody sighed.
I took his hand, pulling him in for a kiss. “I have wanted to do that since I first met you,” I admitted.
“Seriously?” he asked.
“Yes. I want you, Brody. I know you feel the chemistry between us. I know you want me as badly as I want you. But I also know that you need privacy and to be friends.” I acknowledged the pressure that Brody was facing. It wasn’t lost on me.
He squeezed my hand. “I want this, too, but I just need time. We have to be careful,” he said.
“We can figure it out, but I want us to try,” I explained. “How about we talk about it more on Friday?”
Brody smiled. “Sure, I guess it’s already a date.”
I quickly grabbed my clothes and dressed, all while Brody watched me.
“What about the ice bath?” he asked, clearly remembering why I even ventured into the room in the first place.
“Shit. I got so caught up in you, I forgot. I guess I will just go home and take a cold shower,” I mused.
There was absolutely no way that I could take an ice bath now. Not with my dick still throbbing. I needed to go home and jerk off in solitude.
I followed him out, the hallway empty, the night waiting.
At the door, I stopped him. “Hey, Brody?”
He turned, expectant.
“That win was for you tonight. It was for us.” I offered a devilish grin. “But the blow job, that was for everything else I want with you.”
He stared at me, then pulled me in, pressing his forehead to mine. “You are making this so difficult,” he chuckled.
“I’m not trying to; I just know what I want,” I said.
We stepped into the cold together, hands entwined, and for the first time, I knew exactly where I belonged.