Chapter 7 Paxon #2
“Aw, thanks.” He glances over his shoulder for a second before his expression switches to one of determination. “I just want to add that it’s really nice the way you and some of the other teams embraced Pride. It felt really nice to see the support.”
Fuck. This is why it bothers me so much that I’m not out. Guys like this would appreciate seeing themselves represented, but I’m a fucking coward.
“I’m glad to hear that. Our support is genuine. No one should be excluded from hockey because of who they love or are attracted to.”
Miguel smiles. “They say don’t meet your idols, but I’m very glad I met you. You’re exactly how I thought you’d be.”
“Thanks, but don’t idolize me. I’m just a man.”
“Oh, okay,” he says in a teasing tone. “I’ve taken enough of your time. Thank you again.”
He bounces off, gushing with his friends and showing them the picture.
“A fan?” Hen asks, appearing beside me.
“Yeah. He asked me to sign a photo.”
“And you did it? You must be in a better mood than you seem.”
Rolling my eyes, I turn and accept the beer he offers. “He seemed sweet and genuine. Didn’t have the heart to be a dick.”
“Aww, I knew you were a softy under all that tough exterior.”
“Shut the fuck up.” I chuckle to soften my words. “Strike out with the girls?”
“Nah. She blew me in the hallway.”
“Damn, that fast?”
“Gotta be efficient with these things.” He twists his neck back and forth. “I feel much better now. You should try it.”
“I’m good.”
If I weren’t such a loser, I could find someone. I could use an app. It’s just too fucking risky, and I’m so close to the end of my career. I’ll survive.
After I finish my beer I make my excuses, and several of the guys join me on the walk back to the hotel, just across the street from the arena.
Once I’m in my room, I strip out of my clothes, even my briefs, and slide into bed.
I close my eyes, but I’m immediately hit with images of Wraith and the way his mouth felt on my cock.
Maybe a quick jerk would help me relax. So what if I have a casual hookup in mind when I do it? Grabbing my phone, I swipe to the photo app and open it, searching for the pic of Wraith’s card I took, since I’m notorious for misplacing things like business cards.
I stare at it for a minute, then decide to program it into my phone. I should be smart about this. I have a rare opportunity to have access to some easy dick from a guy who doesn’t seem to give a shit about who I am.
I add it to my contacts then stare at it for a few seconds. I could send a text so he knows it’s me. Would that be weird? More weird than things have already been?
Riding a wave of bravery, I decide to do it, but I accidentally hit the video call button, and by the time I realize I’ve done it, his face has appeared on the screen.
He looks incredibly pissed off, his brow creased and his pretty mouth in a scowl.
The temptation to hang up is strong, but I’ll just explain what happened.
“Sorry. It must be late there.”
“Bouche?” His expression softens. “Aren’t you out of town?”
“Yeah, I am. It was a mistake to hit the video button. I was gonna text you so you’d have my number too.”
“Ah. How was your game?”
“I can let you go.”
“Wait. I got a minute. Your game?”
Blowing out a breath, I drag a hand through my hair. “Bad. Really shitty. We played awful.”
“What happened?”
“Got me. We just didn’t click tonight and Colorado came out strong.”
“I see. Does it affect your season badly?”
“Not terribly. We still have a good lead on points to get to the playoffs, but we can’t let that happen again or we’ll lose our chance. I really want us to win the cup this year.”
“Okay. So it’s one bad game but you’re still in it?”
“Yeah, we’re in it.”
“You’ll figure it out. I don’t know much about hockey, but it’s very exciting to see you guys play. Everyone has an off night sometimes, right?”
“Right.” I finally focus beyond his face, noticing he’s shirtless and appears to be leaning against a headboard. “Are you in bed? Did I wake you?”
“I am in bed but I was awake. I was reading a little. We had a…” He pauses, gazing ahead for a second before looking back at me. “A busy night. I’m just trying to come down from it.”
“We?” I have no business asking anything, but that apparently doesn’t stop me. “Never mind.”
“No, it’s okay. My coworkers. Just work shit.”
I’m tempted to ask him what he does for work, but I get the strong sense that I shouldn’t. “Okay, well, sorry to interrupt.”
“It’s okay. Do you need to come down too?”
“Come down?”
“From your bad game. Blow off some steam?”
What is he suggesting? “Uh, yeah, it would be nice, but…” I shrug.
“But what? You’re here, I’m here. Wanna play?”
“On the phone?”
“Unless you’re planning to fly out tonight.”
“I’ve never…” I shake my head, flustered.
“There’s a first time for everything, Bouche. Want to? You could show me that sexy cock of yours while you stroke it for me.”
His words cause my body to heat and my cock to twitch. “Um…”
“You could see mine too. Would you like that?”
The way he’s speaking to me is confusing. Well my reaction is. I… like it.
“Come on, Bouche,” Wraith says, his voice soft and raspy. “Show me your cock. I miss it.”
Without overthinking it, I tug the bedding back and reveal my nakedness, my cock standing at attention. I angle the phone so he can see it.
“Fuck, that’s nice,” he says. “Can you prop your phone so I can see more of you?”
“Um… one sec.”
I take a deep breath and shake out my shoulders. I can do this. It’s safe and fun and no one will know. I prop the phone against the lamp on the nightstand, angling it until most of my face and my cock are in view.
Wraith licks his fucking lips, and my cock leaks precum. “Fuck,” he whispers. “You are beautiful, man.”
“I want to see you,” I grunt.
“Yeah.”
Wraith shifts and his phone points at the wall for a moment until he adjusts it. It’s aimed at his dick, and the view makes my mouth water. He’s even got freckles on his fucking shaft. Jesus, this man. He settles on the bed and I can see his face again.
“You gonna get off for me, Bouche? I want to see your cum, even though I’m not there to taste it.”
A shiver moves down my spine and I reach for my cock, slowly stroking it. “You too.”
“Don’t worry about me, gorgeous. Focus on your pleasure.”
I raise my hand to my mouth and lick my palm, then return to stroking myself. Wraith moans, but he’s got his arms tucked under his head, simply watching me. His cock bounces a few times, the tip leaking, but he doesn’t touch himself.
“I love looking at you,” he says to me. “Your body is amazing.”
No one has ever said shit like that to me before. I mean, yeah, my physique is commented on by strangers who don’t know me, but never anyone I’m hooking up with.
“What makes you feel the best?” Wraith asks. “Do you like having your nipples sucked?”
I nod, unable to speak as I stroke myself.
“Mm,” he murmurs. “I know you like your balls sucked. What else? Like a finger in your ass?”
“Fuck,” I whisper as my orgasm builds.
“You can tell me, Bouche. You can tell me anything. What we do and talk about is just for us.”
Jesus, this man.
“Now tell me. Use your words. Do you like to be fingered?”
I close my eyes as I answer. “I don’t know. I’ve never let anyone…”
“What a shame. Have you done it to yourself?”
I nod, still with my eyes closed.
“Don’t be ashamed of your desire. Open your eyes.”
I don’t know why, but I do as he asks, focusing on his spectacular face.
“There you are. Does it feel good when you do it?”
Could I tell him I have toys I use? Would he think that’s weird?
“Talk to me, gorgeous.”
“Um, yeah. I have toys and stuff.”
“Ooh, that sounds so sexy. I’d love to see you fuck yourself on a toy before I took over.”
He’s a top. I figured. “I haven’t… Not with someone.”
“Do you want to?”
I shrug, closing my eyes again.
“Uh-uh. Eyes on me.”
How is he doing this to me? I open them, bravely holding eye contact.
“I’d love to be the first to fuck your tight ass,” Wraith says. “But I’m flexible. You can fuck me too if you want.”
I could correct him. I’ve had anal before. I’ve just never played with toys with someone or let them finger me. I do my own prep, but I don’t want to ruin the moment. Instead, I rub my forehead with my free hand, my other hand increasing the friction on my cock. “You’re fucking sexy, Wraith.”
“So are you. Are you gonna come for me?”
Nodding, I focus on my pleasure. “Want to see you too.”
“Okay.” I watch as he opens his nightstand and pulls out lube. His motions mesmerize me as he rolls onto his side so I can see most of him. He strokes himself, his lips parted, pupils dilated, and sexy gaze fixed on me.
“Fuck,” I whimper as my balls draw up. I’m close and torn about that. I want the relief, but then that will mean this is over, and I like it. I really fucking like it.
“I think about your cock every day,” Wraith says. “Think about your taste, your scent, the weight of it on my tongue. Fuck, I want to taste you again. Can I taste you again, Bouche? Can I make you feel good?”
I throw my head back as my body tingles, on the brink of release. “Yesssss,” I moan. “Fuck, yes.”
“Next time, I’m gonna slide my finger in your sweet ass. I bet you’re so hot and tight in there. You want that?”
I nod, biting my bottom lip. “Yes.”
“Mm. You want my cock too, right, baby?”
I couldn’t deny it if I tried. “Fuck, Wraith.”
“Tell me. I want to hear you say it.”
“I want your cock,” I rush to say, ignoring the hint of embarrassment spreading through me. “I want to see you again.”
“I want to see you again too. I want to touch you so bad. I want your cum spilling down my throat. I want—”
“Fuck. I’m so close. So fucking close.”
“You gonna come for me, Bouche? Let me see.”
It hits and I cry out, arching my back as ropes of cum spill from my cock, covering my hand and my lower belly.
I manage to keep my eyes open as Wraith grunts and follows me over the edge.
His cum is thick, shooting into the air before splashing down on his torso.
He strokes himself through it, and I can’t take my eyes off him, even as I flinch from oversensitivity.
“Taste it,” Wraith commands. “Tell me what it’s like.”
Without hesitating, I lick some off my fingers, and Wraith moans. “It tastes good, but yours is better.”
“Fuck, you’re stunning.”
In his accent, that sentence sounds pretty fucking amazing. Like maybe I really am stunning. I’ve never suffered from low self-esteem, but I’ve also never had a lover gush like that.
As the post-sex high starts to fade, awkwardness settles over me. I want to end this call and pretend I didn’t just allow myself to be so vulnerable in front of a man I barely know.
“Get some sleep, Bouche,” Wraith says as if reading my mind. “I hope that helped you relax.”
“Yeah,” I grunt. “It did.”
“Good. Feel free to accidentally call me anytime.”
That comment annoys me. “It was an accident.”
“Didn’t say it wasn’t.” He winks. “Good night.”
“Will you be at the game tomorrow?” I ask, then immediately wish I didn’t. Way to sound fucking needy.
“Yeah. Will you be at the bar after?”
“Unless we lose our asses.”
“You won’t. Maybe I’ll see you.”
Fuck, I hope so. But I don’t say that. I put the walls back up. “See ya around.”
I end the call before he can say anything else.
What the fuck was that? I gave him so much control, and I don’t even know why.
I had phone sex for the first time in my life.
What the actual fuck? Wraith has some kind of way of breaking through the noise in my head, and that’s scary. Cool, but fucking scary.
I get out of bed and walk to the bathroom to clean up. Once I’m back in bed, I fluff the pillow under my head and close my eyes. I have to admit it totally worked. My muscles are relaxed, but more importantly, my mind is quiet.
I’ll worry about why that is later.