As we walked into the classroom, Fallon said, “Before I forget, my father gave me his tickets to the Bruins game on Friday. You wanna go with me?”
“Sure,” I replied.
Sports weren’t really my thing. Still, it beat sitting in my room, pining for someone I couldn’t have.
6
HAYDEN
My eyes fluttered open,and I groaned. My dick was hard as a rock and I hadn’t even woken from a sexy dream.
Pushing the sheet down my naked body, I lay on my back, my cock aching for attention. As soon as I skimmed a finger down my length, my eyes closed again and my thoughts immediately went to Tyler. Memories of the V cut rising from the waist of his pants came to mind as I ran several fingers slowly from the head of my cock, down and across my balls before going back up. I ached more and knew teasing myself wasn’t going to be enough.
The air in the room was cool because the heater hadn’t kicked on yet. When I wrapped my hand around my warm shaft, the temperature contrast added to the pleasure, and I was so into it, there was no need for lotion or lube as I stroked myself faster.
My mouth watered and my tempo increased as I remembered what I’d found beneath Tyler’s pants that night. Varying my rhythm and adding a slight twist of the wrist, I wanted to come so badly, but I also craved to prolong the forbidden pleasure racing through me because I knew the privacy of my bedroom was the only place I could indulge in the lust I had for my student.
In my mind’s eye, Tyler’s erection bobbed free as I dragged his jeans down his legs, and that was all I could take. My body convulsed, a moan escaped my throat, and I shot my hot load all over my chiseled abs.
Lying back for a moment, I waited for my breathing and heart rate to return to normal before I cleaned myself up and got dressed in a long-sleeved green T-shirt and gray sweatpants.
After I made a cup of coffee, I went into my home office and fired up my computer. When I wasn’t racing off to teach on Mondays, I worked from home unless I was out in the field photographing an event. I oversaw the sports department atThe Huband mainly covered sporting events unless I was put on assignment to do something else, like shot a breaking news story when other photographers weren’t available. I was the head of my department, so it was rare I had to do something other than what game was on my calendar.
I had told my parents that I was in a relationship with a Bruins’ player, but since Jonah was in the closet, I hadn’t mentioned his name. I was sure they connected the dots when he died and I immediately stopped shooting the sport I had loved for years. Of course, they couldn’t have known that Jonah and I had gotten into an argument the day he was killed or that the fight was because I was tired of hiding. I knew there was a stigma about gay athletes, and maybe it was greedy of me to ask him to be out, but I hated not being able to be in public with him. It hurt me every day that I couldn’t introduce him to my family, and that was why I had selfishly pushed so hard.
Yet here I was, lusting after my student and in a similar situation.
But Tyler and I could never let the world know we had hooked up, which was why nothing could happen with him, no matter how many stolen glances we shared, or how many little innuendos he let slip, or how often I indulged in fantasies about him.
Once my computer booted, I went to check my school email to see what had come through while I was sleeping.
I’d been up late after the Celtics game, editing images and writing captions for each photo, so the sportswriters had something to work with for their article about the team’s win against the Toronto Raptors. Baseball season was worse because of the number of home games the Red Sox played. And then of course, my calendar got especially hectic when the seasons overlapped and I had to cover multiple games on the same day. Lucky for me, I had two people in my department to help.
As I took a sip of coffee, my cell rang before I could see if anyone had emailed.
“Hey, Jack. What’s up?” I asked the caller. Jack was one of the sports photojournalists in my department.
“Hayden, thank God.”
I arched a brow. “This doesn’t sound good.”
“I … ah … need a favor.”
“Okay.” I leaned back in my chair, concerned about what he was going to ask, given that he seemed nervous, and I was his boss.
“I know you shot the Celtics game last night, but I was hoping there might be a chance you could do the Bruins game tonight.”
My breathing hitched. Jack had no idea why I didn’t cover hockey anymore.
“I know it’s last minute,” he continued. “But I have food poisoning and since you used to shoot their games, I figured you were the best person to ask, or at the very least, you could find someone to cover for me.”
Fuck. How could I say no when he was sick? Food poisoning was awful and there was nothing to do but wait it out. Plus, we only had three sports photographers in my department, and Chelsea was on vacation because she had just shot the Super Bowl and wanted time with her family.
“Yeah, man, of course.”
“Oh, thank you so much. I’ll return the favor anytime.”
“Just take it easy and drink lots of fluids.”
