Chapter 22 #2
“You are far too agreeable as an adult. You’re lucky I’m not the villainous type, or I would have you bent over on the bed.”
August shrugged. The thought of Quinn fucking him didn’t bother him in the slightest because it was Quinn. “I would if you really wanted to, but you would definitely have to walk me through it.”
Now it was Quinn’s turn to blush, and August caught the flicker of interest in his gaze before he shook his head. “Nope. Topping is not my style.”
August wasn’t so sure, but he kept his mouth shut.
“How’s your head feeling since…” Quinn trailed off and looked down, as if noticing the state that they were in and the realization of how they were still very intimately connected. “Wait—hold on.”
He pushed off August’s lap, finally separating them before he shakily crawled to the edge of the bed.
August quickly disposed of the condom and got up, hurrying to Quinn’s side before he tried walking on his own. “Here, I’ll help you to the shower so we can wash and get back to our schedules.”
Quinn scowled, but he let August hold onto him while he guided him to his on-suite, getting the trembling man situated on the shower bench while August turned the water on.
“It’s even perfectly decorated in here,” Quinn muttered, eyeing the claw-foot tub that sat on the other side of the room.
There were two shower heads and plenty of space, so even with August’s large frame, they could both scrub the sweat and cum off themselves without bumping into each other.
That didn’t stop August from wanting to approach Quinn.
Maybe spread his thighs and tease him until he was hard again, so he could get more practice at sucking cock.
He didn’t think Quinn would be into that since he had places to be, so August bit his lip until pain bloomed in a hot burst, settling his thoughts before he spoke again.
“My head feels better,” said August. “I don’t know how, but being with you, it—helps.”
Quinn blinked, and his green eyes were so expressive that August could almost hear his thoughts of embarrassment fluttering about the room.
“I’m happy that it’s helping,” said Quinn. “The nosebleeds were scary, but it didn’t happen this time, so maybe they’ve stopped?”
August frowned because he didn’t know the answer. “As long as you’re still okay with this—”
“Are you kidding?” Quinn smirked, sending every nerve ending in August’s body into a spasm. “The sex is great, August. You’re not bad company, and it doesn’t feel weird or anything, so stop worrying and give your brain a break from overthinking.”
Hearing that Quinn was still on board after having sex twice was all August needed to know. He thought it might have been too much for him, but it was obviously working out.
Their chemistry was great, and the banter was enjoyable. August was tempted to keep things the way they were for as long as Quinn would allow, but he kept hearing Jett’s stupid voice whispering into his ear about how they could be more, and it was throwing his mind into chaos.
“You said you needed to be somewhere in an hour,” said August, giving Quinn what he hoped was a charming smile.
“I have to head out, but stay for as long as you want. There’s a key on my dresser for you, so lock the house when you leave, and please feel free to come over whenever you want.
That way, you don’t have to knock and wait for one of us to eventually make it to the door. ”
The blush on Quinn’s cheeks darkened, but he nodded and didn’t argue.
“And can I—” August paused, scratching the back of his neck nervously.
“Can I take you out sometime? Nothing serious, just a dinner before a game or something. I don’t want this to feel transactional, and you said we could be friends with benefits, so as long as you’re up for a platonic date, we could try? ”
Unlike August’s awkward hesitation, there was none in Quinn when he nodded. “Alright, that sounds fine with me. When I follow Eren to away games, I have a lot of free time because he leaves for the rink so early.”
August rolled his eyes. He was aware of his captain’s strict and ridiculous pre-game ritual. “Sounds like we’ll have time then. Do you want me to stay? Do you need anything?”
Quinn flicked his hand, waving him off. “I’m good. You need to get to your hockey stuff, and I need to get to school. I’ll be sure to lock up before I leave.”
It was dismissive, but August didn’t mind. He liked the way that Quinn bossed him around as if he were in charge, which, at this point, he was.
But knowing that didn’t stop August from crossing the length of the shower, leaning down, and pressing a kiss to Quinn’s forehead.
A series of confused spluttering followed him out of the bathroom, and August laughed as he got dried off and dressed in casual clothes, determined to escape before Quinn followed to grumble at him.
Niko was opening the front door when August jogged downstairs to meet him, and he looked up at August’s approach, scowling.
“I can’t believe I made it out in thirty minutes,” said August, stopping to put his shoes on while fighting back more laughter. “It felt like I was up there for at least an hour.”
“Forty-eight minutes, actually,” Niko grumbled. “And you better hope that traffic isn’t bad, or we’re going to get our hide tanned. Don’t you have an interview?”
August did, but if he had to choose between having sex with Quinn and talking to a retired hockey player asking dumb questions, he would choose sex every time.
“Also, you guys are fucking loud. And the black bruises on your neck are making you look like a Dalmatian.”
August hated looking at mirrors, so he had no idea what kind of state he was in.
“Are you wearing lipstick, or are your lips just that swollen?” Niko asked, his scarred mouth pulling into a grin. “Dude, you’re going to need so much makeup before you’re allowed in the photoshoot. It’s like you were mauled by a raccoon.”
August kicked Niko in the back of the legs on the way out the door, whistling to himself as the kid hurled curses at him and picked himself up. He couldn’t wait until Niko found a guy so he could make his life a living hell.