Chapter 9 Paxon
Paxon
I’m just pulling my coat on when my phone buzzes in my pocket. I grab it, hoping I’m going to see my brother.
Boone: Awesome game tonight. Tell Landham too.
Me: Come to Chirps and have a beer with us.
Boone: Already home.
I screw up my face.
Me: Why?
Boone: Got the shits, okay? Can’t eat all this crap anymore.
The niggling feeling that he’s hiding something rears its head again.
Me: You would tell me if you weren’t okay, right? Promise you would tell me.
Boone: Jesus Christ, P. How many times do we have to have this conversation? I know I’m a fuckup but at some point you just have to believe me.
Me: You’re not a fuckup. You’re my brother and I care.
Boone: Yeah, whatever.
I frown, pocketing my phone again. I should let him go. I should learn how to let Boone make his own choices, but he’s the last person I have in this world. I don’t know if I can handle losing him too.
“Ready, man?” Hen asks, nudging my arm.
“Yep.”
I’m in a pissy mood now, but a few drinks with the guys will help. Wouldn’t hurt if my sexy ginger mystery man showed up again too. I could definitely stand to blow my load right about now.
Me and the guys cross the street, bracing against the freezing wind. I can’t wait for spring. Hopefully this year we’ll be busy in the playoffs.
It’s even busier than usual when we walk into Chirps, and I find myself scanning the space for Wraith. I spot him near the bar where he usually is. Our eyes meet and he nods slightly in acknowledgment. I nod back before turning my attention to my teammates.
Before long, we’ve got pitchers of beer and plenty of shots, but I can’t relax.
It’s like there’s an electric current flowing up and down my spine, drawing my gaze back to Wraith.
He’s always looking at me, his eyes heated and sexy, even as he nods and engages with the man next to him.
He’s different from the last guy, and I have to admit I’m curious.
Are they just friends of Wraith’s or is this guy something more than the last one he came with?
That would be weird, but maybe he’s into weird shit. How could I find out?
“Bouche!” Greene claps my shoulder, handing me a shot of tequila. “You killed it tonight.”
“Thanks, man. You played great too.”
He hands me a lime wedge, bouncing his eyebrows. “Let’s do this.”
I nod, bracing myself for the burn of the alcohol as I slam the shot back then suck on the lime. Jesus. That has to be my limit for tonight. I can’t handle my booze like the young guys can anymore.
An hour passes, and as I try to engage with my boys, drinking beers and laughing, I never lose the connection to Wraith. I feel his eyes on me, almost like an invisible rope wrapped around me, tethering me to him.
I want him.
God, I want him.
I want to fuck him, and that’s not something I can do in the parking lot of the arena. Would he meet me somewhere more private? But where? My place sounds like a stupid idea. His place? No. This is why I prefer travel hookups. A hotel room is always better.
Slowly, I turn to face him. He’s talking to his friend, but his eyes fix on me quickly, and he licks his fucking lips. Fuck. Yeah, I need him.
I pull my phone out of my pocket and text him.
Me: Hey
I watch as he pulls his phone from his jacket pocket and looks at it. He subtly glances up at me, then back at the phone.
Wraith: Hey
Me: I want to fuck you. Can we meet up somewhere?
No point in beating around the bush.
He raises an eyebrow as he reads the text, a sexy smirk tugging at his lips. His friend is talking to the bartender, allowing Wraith to give me his full attention.
Wraith: What if I’d rather fuck you?
My cock reacts to the words, subtly plumping. Fuck. I haven’t been dicked down in ages, and the thought is appealing. I don’t have a game tomorrow either.
Me: We can discuss.
His smirk grows as he types out a message on his phone.
Wraith: Where we meeting?
Dragging a hand through my hair, I consider my options. Then I remember Hen’s city apartment.
“Hen.” He looks up and I motion him over. “Hey. Do you still have the city apartment?”
“Yeah, why?”
“Can I borrow it for a few hours tonight?”
He tilts his head like an adorable puppy. “What for?”
“A hookup. I don’t want to host at my place or go to theirs.”
He grins like a maniac. “Damn. You’re getting laid tonight? Awesome.”
“Is your place available?”
“Fuck yeah.” He pulls his keys out of his pocket and removes one of them, pressing it into my hand. “It’s the building in Mistone East, not far from here. I’ll text you the address and the alarm code. Just throw the sheets in the washer, huh?”
“I won’t leave it gross. Thanks, man.”
“Hey, I’m just happy you’re getting your dick wet.”
Or something.
I open my text messages and seal the deal.
Me: Got a place not far from here. I’ll text you the address. Meet me there in twenty?
Wraith: You got it, D-Man.
D-Man? I chuckle at that, glancing up as I slide my phone into my pocket and begin my goodbyes to my teammates. Hen winks at me after we hug it out, and then I’m heading for the door. My dick is already hard as fuck knowing we’re getting some action. Some much needed male-on-male action.
As I sit in my car, sending the address to Wraith, I consider what I’m about to do. I don’t know this fucking guy at all, but that isn’t stopping me from hooking up with him. It’s risky, but if he wanted to out me to the public, he could’ve done it by now.
Hen’s apartment is only a ten-minute drive from the bar, but far enough away to give me a sense of privacy. He only stays here when we get in late from travel since his primary house is in a suburb forty minutes from the airport.
I choose a spot in the guest parking, then make my way to his apartment on the sixth floor. When I’m finally inside his place, I toe off my shoes in the entry and hang up my coat. It’s cold as fuck in here, so I find the thermostat and crank the heat before turning on a few lights.
The place is nice enough. Leather couch, minimal decor. It definitely looks like a bachelor pad, but it’s nicer than a shady hotel room somewhere and safer than bringing a stranger back to my home.
Just a few minutes later, the intercom buzzes. I walk over and press the button to let Wraith in. There’s no way it would be anyone else. Instead of nerves, my body floods with pure sexual desire. Am I gonna let him fuck me? I don’t know.
The knock at the door tells me I better decide soon.
As soon as I open it, Wraith pushes his way in, pressing himself against me as his hand moves to grip the back of my neck.
He claims my mouth, kissing me like a man possessed, and I instantly melt into him, pushing his jacket off his shoulders.
My hands slide into his silky hair, and I twist the locks around my fingers as he deepens the kiss.
Jesus, this man kisses like he needs it to breathe. My cock twitches as my body heats, and suddenly it doesn’t feel so cold in here anymore.
“You’re so fucking sexy on the ice,” Wraith whispers, gently biting my bottom lip. “So powerful.”
I tilt my head back when his lips move to my neck, nibbling, sucking, his hands sliding up and down my body.
“I want to fuck you,” he says. “Can I fuck you, Bouche?”
I release a shaky breath. I’m too in my head to make this good.
“Hey.” Wraith steps back just far enough to meet my gaze. His hand is still wrapped around the back of my neck, and he’s close enough that his warm breath fans across my face. “You don’t bottom?”
“Been a while,” I grunt out.
“But you like it?” his tone softens, dipping into a sexy, raspy place that definitely does it for me. “You want to, but you’re scared.”
“I’m not fucking scared.”
“Mmm.” He brushes his thumb across my bottom lip. “Unsure, then. Don’t trust me with it.”
How does he know that? I manage a grunt in response.
“I think I get it,” he says. “You don’t like to give up control if you don’t have to, and bottoming makes you think that’s what you’re doing.”
My brow creases, but I don’t reply.
“But you’re wrong, D-Man. The bottom is always in control. I think the real issue is that you don’t let yourself have things you really want. That’s why we’re sneaking around, right?”
“Fuck off, man.”
Wraith chuckles. “Did I hit a nerve?”
“You don’t know me.”
“I know your type.” His hand slides down my back to my ass, and he gives it a rough squeeze. “You’re in a super masculine environment so you spend a lot of your energy blending in with the guys, am I right? When’s the last time you really indulged and let yourself have whatever you want?”
“I’m here right now. With you.”
A subtle smile pulls at his lips, and my breath softly catches. Fucking hell, this man is beautiful.
“I have a proposition for you.”
I huff out a breath. I just want him to get on his knees and put my dick in his mouth.
“What if, while we’re here, when we’re together, I give you permission to do whatever you want? You can be whoever you want with not a single ounce of judgment from me.”
My stomach flips with nerves. Could I do that? Could I get out of my head long enough to really let myself enjoy this for more than a quick and sloppy blow job?
I want to. Fuck, I want to, but… “I don’t know how to let go.”
His gaze softens at my admission and he nods. “That’s why I’m here. I can help.”
“How?”
Wraith takes a slight step back, his heated gaze roaming from my face down my body, then back up again, landing on my mouth.
“Take off your clothes.”
I don’t know what it is about his tone that does it for me, but I’m gonna try not to fight it. Slowly, I unbutton my dress shirt, keeping my gaze locked on his as he leans against the back of the sofa. He watches me in silence until I’m down to my briefs.
“Those too,” he says calmly. “I want to see all of you.”
I tug the briefs down and let them fall to the floor. My dick juts out, bouncing between us, ready for action.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Wraith says, his tone reverent. “So strong. So fucking manly.”