16. Sixteen

Sixteen

Bo

T he day we left Scotland was the single shittiest day of my life so far. I'd said goodbye to Ollie the night before, only slipping into my room, bleary-eyed, at five thirty in the morning to make it look like I had slept there.

I hadn't slept. Hadn't wanted to waste a single waking moment with him, and I had held him when he had finally succumbed to sleep in the dark of the night, before the morning hit and our time ended.

With one last kiss and the promise that I would see him soon—although I had no idea how I could make that happen—I had left him behind in the bed that smelled like us, under the covers that cocooned him in my warmth, his beautiful body covered in our combined fluids.

My heart thumped sadly in my chest, almost too heavy for me to move my body at all, and so large it cut off my air supply. So I trudged back downstairs to the bus, close to tears, when Coach told us he had arranged for us to leave without being seen off.

"Let them sleep. We took care of the formalities yesterday," he said jovially, looking fresh as day in his team hoodie, his cheeks red with the crisp Scottish morning air.

We had about two hours on the coach before we would arrive at the airport, then another two hours to check in all our gear before we would board the plane.

In about eight hours I would be back in Veitsreuth, wishing with all my heart I hadn't left that stupid little muscle back in that big bed with the white sheets and my bright star, the firefly in my dark forest, guiding me home yet tearing me apart. Two souls dwelling in my breast, the one that felt thankful and elated to be paid to do what I loved, to even have found something that made me burn so thoroughly like hockey did. And the other, forever wanting to go back to get lost in the woods with my perfect mate.

I chose a seat in the middle, not too close to Jerke, but also not too far back. The one you sat in to disappear. Popping my noise cancelling headphones on, I started some music, not caring what it was or by whom, simply hoping to disappear in my head.

We'd long since left the winding country roads behind and headed southeast to the airport, when a little blip alerted me to a new message, with more following in rapid succession.

Ollie: Oh God, Bo

Ollie: I just woke up, and you were gone

Ollie: I am so sorry I fell asleep

Ollie: fuck, I wanted to kiss you one last time

Ollie: tell you

Bo: I love you

It took almost two whole minutes for him to reply

Ollie: I love you

Ollie: I love you

Ollie: I love you

Then a voice message came through. I immediately played it and once I started, I couldn't stop.

"Screw this. Writing isn't enough. I need to tell you." He took a deep breath. "Bo, darling, I love you with everything I am. You are the best thing that's—" He broke off, choking on his words. "The best thing that has ever happened to me. I'm so sorry I fell asleep. I love you."

Silent tears leaked out of my eyes and trickled into my beard. I bit my lip hard and kept my gaze fixed on the scene outside the windows. Rain lashed against the glass, making my reflection blurry and indistinguishable.

Bo: I can't talk right now. Forgive me please and don't be sorry. I held you until it was time to leave, and I kissed you goodbye. You are…so good. So sweet and beautiful. I love you, Oliver Bright.

I broke down, curled up in my seat, and wept into the APEX Fitness hoodie one of Blue Kraken's main sponsors had given us as a goodbye present.

With the rain delaying our flight, the need to mask my true feelings, and the anger I felt for being cheated out of hours I could have spent with Ollie, I arrived home feeling empty and exhausted.

Night had almost fallen, the rapidly darkening air had enough bite to make me shiver as I threw open all the windows and doors to my rooftop deck.

I knew I should have taken a shower before I headed to bed, to wash the grime of travel off me, but I couldn't bring myself to do it.

Tomorrow I would, but tonight I wanted to enjoy the lingering traces of Ollie on my body. Like a creep, and feeling just a little bit gross, I rubbed my hands all over me before sniffing them, inhaling his musk like an addict desperately licking the last molecules of his drug of choice off his own skin.

One afternoon, about three weeks after we'd left and when I had just finished training, I immediately checked for more texts from him. Every time I was away for a few hours and unable to keep the conversation going, I feared it would have been the last time I'd heard from him. That one day he simply wouldn't answer anymore.

He's still here.

Ollie: Are you free this evening?

For a moment, I thought he was going to surprise me, before I pushed my silly hopes aside.

Intense as it was, it was a holiday fling, nothing else.

Bo: Just got off the ice

Bo: so yes

Ollie: Can I call you? Later?

Ollie: I need to hear your voice.

Bo: I'll be home in about two hours. My fridge is empty.

Ollie: My big boy's got to eat

He sent a cheeky winking emoji. Could I…?

Bo: You know I love to eat

Ollie: *don't think about the beard*

Ollie: Okay, not working.

Ollie: Mean, Bo

Ollie: Now I'm hard in my office

Fuck .

I flung the phone back into my locker and wrestled out of my gear. When I was only wearing my compression shorts, I unlocked it, aimed it so that my lower abs, my dick, and half of my thighs were visible.

Deciding not to wait for his answer, I stripped the sweat-drenched shorts and grabbed a fresh towel. Showering with a hard-on wasn't something I needed right now. Or ever. They were nice looking, but just not…him.

When I came back, I dried off, and put on a fresh pair of boxers—there was nothing worse than putting on worn underwear after a shower. Then I allowed myself to check my phone.

Ollie: You are SO not helping, darling

Ollie: But dear Lord, your body is a work of art

Ollie: You've probably done about a thousand pushups today

In another life, I might have had a chance of stopping the grin from spreading on my face like a wildfire in dead brush. Ollie? He made me grin like the lovesick fool I was.

Bo: nine hundred ninety nine

I shot him a grinning emoji.

Ollie: But who's counting

Ollie: So… Do I get to see the rest of you later?

Bo: You want nudes?

Bo: Just say the word

Bo: you can have anything you want

Ollie: I meant to suggest a video call

Ollie: But I can definitely lock myself in the office

Ollie: Do your worst

Ollie: and by worst I mean best

Bo: I think the guys would never stop making fun of me if I snapped a dick pic for you in our locker room

Ollie: I like how much of a tease you are, baby

Ollie: Never stop, okay?

Never.

Bo: Okay

I quickly got dressed, threw my bag into the boot of my car, and rushed through the afternoon traffic to my favourite shop.

I tried to get anything I needed in record time, but all of Veitsreuth seemed to have the same idea. It was absolutely packed.

Bo: I might be a few minutes late

Bo: The shop is so full

Ollie: I'd wait all night to see you x

The world stopped in its tracks. Well, at least until an angry German lady almost ran me over with her shopping cart.

" Entschuldigung ," I muttered, shuffling aside to let her pass, before reading his message again.

My heart.

Bo: I would give anything to be able to kiss you right now

Ollie: me too

Once my cart was overflowing with healthy whole foods, and one bottle of alcohol-free Bavarian beer, and I had paid and loaded it all into my car, I snapped a quick picture for Ollie.

Ollie: You won't go hungry for a while

Ollie: I think you'll have to send me more photos of yourself

Ollie: makes me feel like I was there with you

Bo: the food will do shit to still my hunger

Bo: I'm starving

Bo: every minute since I left your bed

Ollie: Darling…

Ollie: Cue me crying at the office

Bo: I'm sorry

Ollie: No, don't be! God, please

Ollie: Don't be sorry.

Ollie: I'm so glad you're telling me

Ollie: I've been trying to convince myself that it was just a fling.

Ollie: but it hasn't been working

Ollie: I'm not missing you any less

Ollie: If anything, it's getting worse

Bo: For me too

Bo: And it wasn't just a fling

Bo: Gods, Ollie…

Bo: it was everything

Ollie: you are everything

Bo: cue me crying in a car park…

Bo: Let me get home

Bo: I want to see you

I put the shopping away quickly before I texted him. I was ready to talk.

Barely twenty seconds later, he called me. Seeing Ollie's face light up on my phone display made my heart rejoice.

"Bo, darling, shit, I miss you so fucking much," he blurted out by way of a greeting.

He propped up his phone against something on his kitchen counter and straightened. A soft groan escaped me when I took him in.

"Oliver, are you wearing a crop top?" Oh Gods, I didn't need to ask. My dick already knew for a fact he was in a… "Is that Pumas merchandise?"

"Yeah." Ollie laughed, pulling the shirt down to cover more of his body. "I saw that on the website and had to have it." His cheeks flushed. "I've been just the tiniest bit obsessed with your team lately. I even watched a few interviews on their KrakenVideo channel. Been trying to pick up some hockey knowledge."

"Okay, this is too hot, Ollie. I can't take this. I'm serious!" I fanned myself, adoring the deep crimson tinge on his cheeks and adorably flustered grin.

"I don't think I'm getting anywhere with it, though. Hockey doesn't make sense. To me!" he hastened to add.

"Oh, you're definitely getting into my pants." I threw him a cheeky smirk and angled the phone so he could see me palming my dick. "I can give you a brief introduction to stick handling if you want. It's not that hard." I squeezed myself. Liar .

"Oh, I don't know, darling. Looks awfully hard from here." He picked up his phone, giving me a closeup of his tongue, wetting his lips.

"Oh Gods, Ollie. I would give anything to feel that mouth on me right now."

"Yeah?" A shaky breath escaped him. "Let me get comfortable and then you can tell me what you would like me to do."

How could I tell him I wanted everything? Anything he wanted to give, I'd take.

He took me to his bedroom, where he settled down on his duvet, and leaned his phone against a pillow.

Just a few weeks ago, we fucked like animals in there.

"My bed still smells of you," he answered my silent question, burying his nose into his pillow.

"Gods, Ollie." I gave myself a firm stroke through my gym shorts, groaning as my head dropped back on the cushion. Only for a moment, though. There was no chance I would miss any opportunity I had to watch him. Touch himself…

"I want to see you, Bo," he gasped as he tore off his crop top and sweatpants until all he wore was an obscenely stretched out pair of black boxer briefs.

My beautiful mate.

I tore out of my shirt and dragged my shorts down my thighs, taking my underwear off along with them.

"Goodness… How could I not remember how stunning you are, darling?" Ollie fisted his cock, squeezing so firmly it looked close to being painful.

"Don't hurt yourself, ?lskling," I reminded him, hating that I wasn't there to help him ground himself, to use me as an outlet, not his own body.

He relaxed his hold, drawing his strokes out and letting me see him. Gods, I would never tire of seeing him.

"Get the lube from your bedside table," I ordered, and was rewarded with another close-up, this time of his hard dick when he scrambled to obey.

Oh. Fuck. Me.

Then he was back, and lubing up, again dragging me so close to the edge I was scared I might fall.

Spitting into my hand, I stroked myself with him.

"Shit." Ollie shivered, thighs spreading restlessly on the bed, as if he, too, was moments away from coming. "I never thought I'd like this." With a groan, his hand sped up until he was fucking his fist like a man possessed.

"What? Video sex?" I grunted, focusing on my crown, still only holding on by a thread.

"Spitting," he groaned, hips snapping upwards to tunnel his dick through his fist, his head tilting back.

"Oh fuckkk, baby." The words came out on a low sobbing whine, unrecognisable, and unlike any sound coming out of my mouth ever before.

I had no hopes of holding back as I watched him come all over his hand, his stomach, and he was still moving, using his cum as lube and drawing his orgasm out as long as he could.

The sheer amount of my release always took me by surprise, yet it had no effect on my sobriety. I was mindless. A beast of the woods, driving my ridges through my fist, cum pooling on my abs and threatening to get everywhere.

Thank fuck I'd opted for a blanket on the couch. It was too good to stop, anyway.

When I managed to peel my eyes open, I found Ollie staring at me in awe, a radiant smile spreading across his face. "What?" I asked.

"You are so beautiful, Bo. I can't believe how lucky I am."