Page 67 of Callous Shot

“Fuck you,” he spat, clutching at his nose.

“You deserved the hit, but I shouldn’t have broken your nose.”

“It’s not broken,” Enzo cut in. He pulled the case towards himself, opening it up and pulling items out at speed. Working to stem the bleeding, he glanced up. “I thought I told you all to leave.”

“Off the ice, now,” Ryker commanded, and finally, everyone began to move.

“Do you need any help?” I asked Enzo.

“No. Go. And don’t think I’m letting you get away with this. Whether you think it was justified or not, you leave that shit off the ice. He’s your teammate, Bells.”

“I know. But he said⁠—”

“Why the hell do you care what I said?” Jasper struggled upright, supported by Enzo. “You hate that little shit even more than I do.”

“My problem with him is my problem, not yours. Don’t fucking talk about him that way again,” I snarled.

Enzo shot me a warning look as he pressed an instant ice pack to Jasper’s face. “Enough. You don’t want to see me angry, Bellingham. Get out of the rink, now.” He returned his attention to Jasper. “Drop it, okay? He’s said he’s sorry, and he’ll be appropriately disciplined for his actions. I don’t need a feud in my team, so please try and remember the two of you are friends.”

“You can punch me later, if it makes you feel better,” I suggested, climbing to my feet.

Jasper sighed. “I will. And I accept your apology, you knob, but I’m still pissed off with you.”

“Fair enough.” Swiping my gloves from the ice, I lifted my hand in a goodbye gesture and then skated over to the boards to retrieve my helmet and stick.

When I was back in the locker room, I took my skates off and slumped back against the wall. How had everything managed to go so wrong?

My teammates gave me a wide berth, unsurprisingly, showering and changing without superfluous conversation. I could feel their silent judgement as I remained on the bench, staring down at the floor until I was finally alone.

After everyone had left, I reached for my phone and powered it up. A notification immediately appeared on the screen.

@danhfirestarter:

come and find me

A smile tugged at my lips as I tapped out a reply, my mood lifting immediately.

@linkb_flames:

do I get a clue?

@danhfirestarter:

ok. I have a waterproof phone and i’m sending this from somewhere with water

Dickhead. I laughed aloud, grabbing my kit bag before making my way to his locker room. Pausing in front of the door, I took a second to listen for any noise before I reached for the handle. I assumed his teammates were no longer at the rink, otherwise he wouldn’t have invited me to join him, but I was still prepared to leg it at any moment.

The locker room was empty, and I wasted no time in stripping off my layers, dumping them in a pile next to Daniel’s things. Grabbing my towel from my bag, I strode naked through the Kings’ locker room into the shower area.

My head turned to the left, to the furthest shower in the row, and I stopped dead, my towel falling to the floor as I took in the sight before me. Daniel Hoyton, with his head tipped back and his eyes closed, water streaming over his hard body as he lazily stroked his dick.

“Fucking hell,” I breathed when I remembered how to speak.

His eyes fluttered open, and he turned his head. “Like what you see?” He glanced down at my rapidly rising cock. “Yep, guess you do. Get in here. I’ve been hard for, like, an hour or something, and I don’t think that’s good for me medically. You need to fix it.”

“You’re ridiculous,” I murmured, coming up behind him. I slid my hand up his chest to curl my fingers around his throat. “I’m in trouble with my captain now because of you.”

“Mmm. That was so fucking hot. I nearly came when you punched Campbell. In fact, I think I did come a bit.”