“Hockey season ends early April.” He takes a step closer to the camera. Washing his body is no priority seeing as he’s too busy talking to me. “If we don’t make it to the playoffs for the Stanley Cup, I’d have time after that. But with our current points, it very much looks like we’ll have a safe spot. If we compete for the Stanley Cup, then the Finale would be June 23rd, so sometime after that. I’ll be off until preseason starts back up again in September.”
“So, what I’m hearing is I’ll get to see you from July to September?” Logical conclusion to draw here.
I lean back against my headboard, positioning myself a little more comfortably while I continue to watch Grey shower. Or stand there buck naked, staring at me.
“If I can make it work, yes.”
An excited shriek leaves me. July is far too long in the future, but I waited months for Grey to reply to my messages. I can wait five-and-a-half months to see him again. “You’re telling me I have to wait almost six months to kiss you again?”
“Who said I’ll be kissing you again?” Grey steps back underneath the water stream, still keeps his eyes locked with mine. He takes the loofah and then starts washing himself, suspiciously slow and seductive if you asked me.
“You when you promised you wouldn’t have sex with someone else.”
He freezes, his hand stops moving mid stroke down his arm. “I don’t recall having said that. Ever.”
True, but I am hoping I’ll get an answer to a question that’s been bugging me for quite a while. We never said we were exclusive or anything. I don’t even think we have a relationship going in the first place. But I’d like to know if he’s being intimate with other people either way.Though it’s none of my business.
It won’t be good for my health when he does happen to have other people beside me right now, but if I don’t ask, I’ll always wonder about it, and that’s going to ruin my moods.
“So you cheated on me?” That would be impossible since, again, we’re not in a relationship.
Grey smiles a little, and I wonder how he manages to smile atthisvery moment. The guy who barely smiles apparently finds joy in my misery.
“Luan, I’m not fucking anybody at the moment. Except my right hand.”
“Oh,” I breathe, kind of relieved but also a little embarrassed now. I shouldn’t care about it, that’s the thing, and I have no business caring either. But I do anyway. “Me, too.”
Grey nods, but I don’t think he really cared about me with that. I’m not the type to have one-nights stands anyway, so I don’t know to what degree I relate to Grey. From what I’ve read on his former university’s gossip blog, the ice hockey team wasveryactive, especially Grey’s best friend Miles. Every other day they posted a new picture of one on the team getting caught hooking up in public. A couple of those pictures included Grey, and let me tell you, my stomach turned looking at them more than once.
It was then when I realized I probably shouldn’t have stalked a university gossip blog just to gather some information about Grey. What was I expecting? Surely agossipsite doesn’t talk about normal things like new skates for the hockey team or new equipment for whatever other teams they had at this university. Of course I was going to find headlines such as; “God knows who on the ice hockey team caught kissing his fourth victim in just one night”.
“What are you thinking about?” Grey asks. “You look a little green there.”
I grin at him. “What I would do if I was in that shower with you.”
Grey elevates his eyebrows, slightly cocking his head as he dares me to say my thoughts aloud. I know theWhat would you do?is right on his tongue, but he’s not voicing it.
“First, I’d kiss you on your lips,” I begin, already imagining the pressure of his mouth pressing against mine in a deep kiss. “Then I’d move over to your neck.”
Even over the sounds of water running do I hear Grey’s sharp intake of breath. He looks down at himself, closing his eyes for a second before lifting his face back up to the camera, staring right into my soul. “And then?” his voice comes out a little strangled, a little breathier than usual.
Now that’s interesting.
“Then, I’d probably bite you a little, leave a hickey to mark you as mine.”
“Of course.”
I smile at the flat but amusedof course. “And then, I’d have my hands all over you, feel your soft skin, discover every inch of your body. I’d kiss my way down your torso…”
“And then?”
My dick hardens at the thought of what I’d do next. “I’d go down on my knees, wrap my hand around your dick and…”
Grey reaches a hand down, but I can’t see much because his arm cuts off on the screen just below his belly button. I do, however, catch the slight upstroke of his hand, a small movement that I know wasn’t to jerk off, but to pinch the head to keep himself from doing something really stupid.
And still. “You know, if you’re going to masturbate, you could at least lower your phone a little bit.”
Grey scowls at me, as always. But then he takes three steps forward, his face now right in front of the camera as heslowlylowers his phone. It’s not by a lot, but he did lower it.
