Chapter 14 The Boston Game
The Boston Game
“How many drinks will it take for you to make out with me?” Emogen shouted over the music that blasted through the giant speakers on the DJ’s booth.
Emogen had her arms wrapped around Taylor’s waist in the funny way she always did, but she had her head craned out to await Corinna’s answer.
Corinna gave her a devilish smirk as she slithered out of Douglas’ hold on her and paced over to Emogen in three steps. She planted her hands on Emogen’s cheeks and stuck her tongue down her throat. Emogen released Taylor’s hips and wrapped her arms around Corinna’s curvy body.
Everyone around them cheered, whistling at them or telling them to get a room. Corinna broke the kiss and laughed. She threw her arms around Emogen’s neck and the two of them danced like they were just two girls in their own little world.
Even Douglas was cheering them on with an aroused look on his face.
Douglas had confessed to Fletcher that he and Corinna had had threesomes before with other girls.
Fletcher nearly choked on his pre-workout when Douglas told him.
Mostly because they were in the middle of having a conversation about their workout plan.
He just dropped the bombshell on Fletcher and then continued explaining why they should start with higher weights and lower reps instead of lower weight and higher reps.
Douglas was probably the last person he would ever suspect was into anything not vanilla. Sure, he was a little peculiar and had an interesting sense of humor, but it seemed so weird to Fletcher that his friend would be into something like that.
After they had finished working out, he asked Fletcher if he had ever had a threesome.
“Of course I have,” he answered honestly.
* * *
Fletcher took another sip of his water, and his mind wandered back to that night on the plane.
He and Taylor hadn’t spoken much since the other night when he got Taylor off in the back row of a fucking airplane like they were two ravaged beings.
He couldn’t even try and blame it on Taylor because Fletcher was the one in the driver’s seat.
Sure, Taylor was the one who had the balls to finally kiss him after what had been months of unacknowledged sexual tension between the two of them.
But Fletcher was the one who tested the limit by reaching down to feel his best friend’s cock.
It was reckless. So reckless. There was so much riding on the line for the both of them. They had their careers and reputations to think about.
But the moment he had even the slightest taste of Taylor, he went feral. If it had just been the two of them on that plane then they probably would’ve had to make an emergency landing from how hard he wanted to crawl on top of Taylor’s lap and ride the fuck out of him.
They promised to forget. That was their rule. It had been their rule since that night in Jacksonville where Taylor first dared to cross the line. Fletcher kept thinking about it like he was picking at a scab.
“Compa,” Sánchez called out as he slapped a hand on Fletcher’s shoulder. “We are going to find you a girl, okay? Get rid of that look on your face. I hate it.” He gestured towards him.
“What look?” Fletcher’s eyes squinted. Had he really looked that upset? He tried to remind himself that his friends were all under the impression that he had just had his heart broken by Maude. He needed to keep up with appearances.
* * *
The night before they flew out to Boston, Fletcher and Maude were supposed to go and get dinner at some new restaurant that had recently opened.
But then he got a call from his dad that he made the horrible mistake of picking up.
His dad had called a few times since he last saw him and left him on the sidewalk in Downtown Jacksonville.
But Fletcher had let all of them go to voicemail.
He didn’t know what possessed him to finally answer, but he regretted it instantly.
“What do you want?” He immediately barked out.
“Your mother and I would like confirmation that you will be here for the camps this summer,” he asked plainly.
“Yeah. Fine. Is that all?”
He heard his dad sigh, which made a tiny part of him think that maybe his dad did care about him even a little bit.
That he was going to apologize for threatening to upend his entire life and find some way to bring him back to Jacksonville.
But then he asked something Fletcher wasn’t prepared to be asked at all.
“Have you asked Piers if he’s still interested? The guys and I think he’d be a valuable asset. We’d love to have him be associated with the Little Manatees Foundation.”
Fletcher rolled his eyes and scoffed loud enough for his dad to hear his perturbation through the call.
Of course he was asking about Taylor. Of course his dad would develop some weird little man crush on his best friend.
It reminded him exactly why he was so eager to leave Florida in the first place.
Taylor was the best. Fletcher wasn’t. It was as simple as that. Why bother with Fletcher when he could capitalize on Taylor’s rise to the top despite facing adversity? His dad was willing to use Taylor’s image to boost his own fragile ego.
“No, Dad. I didn’t think to ask him.”
“Do me a favor. Give him my number and tell him to give me a call. I’d very much like to speak with him about a few things. You should be blessed to be able to play with a kid like him, you know.”
“What’s that supposed to mean exactly?” Fletcher asked accusingly.
“Your boy’s a wunderkind, son. Father dead and a mother in prison, somehow a first round draft pick. The media would eat it right up if they knew Seattle’s star rook had such a tragic backstory.”
Fletcher didn’t know Taylor’s mom was in prison. How did his dad find that out? More importantly, why was he even bringing it up to Fletcher in the first place?
“Did you have him looked into?” he asked angrily.
“Like I said, the kid would be a great addition to the foundation. A humble rook who climbed his way to the top would be great if he associated himself with the foundation.”
Fletcher’s face flushed with heat as anger coursed through his veins.
“You’re deluded if you think you can use Taylor to get under my skin.
I’ve already told you I’m not playing for the Manatees again.
You’ve obviously hit a brick wall trying to have my contract broken.
I told you, it’s ironclad. You have no say in who I play for. ”
His dad scoffed coldly through the phone.
“I didn’t understand you and Taylor were so close.
I should’ve suspected as much since you brought him to dinner.
I really did think you invited him as a favor to me.
But clearly he’s the one you’re giving favors to,” his father accused, sounding disgusted at the thought of it.
“I will not sit by and let you tarnish our family’s reputation because you can’t control yourself.
I have worked too hard—your grandfather has worked too hard for it.
Just because you were traded to Seattle doesn’t mean you no longer have a responsibility to this family.
To God. I will not let my son live as some wild—”
Fletcher lost any sense of restraint. He didn’t let his dad finish his sentence.
“Whatever you think you’re accusing me of is a baseless fucking accusation.
Leave his name out your fucking mouth,” he spat.
“And as for you and me? Go fuck yourself, Dad. Your empty threats mean nothing. You don’t fucking scare me. Not anymore.”
Fletcher hung up and slammed his phone hard on the counter. He shouted “fuck,” so loudly the neighbors probably heard him.
Fletcher needed to calm down. He picked his phone and scrolled through his favorites list. He was way too upset. He needed to call…
Fletcher called Maude. She picked up on the second ring. “Fletcher, hey! I was just about to call you, sweetie. Did you see my texts? I couldn’t decide between the red dress and the black dress. Which do you think—”
“I don’t think I’m in the mood to go out tonight.
Could you come over right now, maybe. We could order in.
Whatever you want.” He tried to conceal his anger as he spoke.
It wasn’t like any of it was her fault. And he did feel kind of bad for switching up the plans considering how long she had been wanting to go try out the restaurant.
“Sure, sweetie. That’s fine. Let me get changed and I’ll be right over.”
* * *
She arrived twenty minutes later. Fletcher pulled her inside and pushed her up against the door, needing to let off some steam as quickly as possible.
Unwanted memories crept into his mind as he remembered Taylor pushing him up against the boards in the practice rink. How being so rough with him had left him more aroused than he should ever be in this scenario.
He leaned down and kissed her hard. So hard that she let out a surprised gasp before kissing him back.
He leaned down to scoop her up. She wrapped her legs around him as he carried her to the bedroom and laid her down on his bed.
He pulled his shirt up over his head and let it drop down to the floor as he climbed on top of her.
She already had her shirt off. He leaned down and kissed her once more as she unbuttoned her pants and removed them and her underwear.
She looked up with him, eyes full of lust and desire.
But then her expression grew more tender.
Fletcher refused to look at her if she was going to look at him like that.
Fletcher flipped her over to her stomach and reached over into his nightstand for a condom. He gave himself a few strokes to wake the rest of his dick up and slipped on the condom.