Chapter 10

Chapter Ten

TORIN

I’ve always hated when the team has away games. Not just because of my obsession with Hugo, but because it’s so quiet here. While I enjoy there being far less people around to make me feel anxious, the building makes a lot of sounds when it’s so quiet.

But also because Hugo and I have been hanging out a lot now. Even when he’s away, we talk all the time. He’s only been gone for five days this time and he’s heading home now. The real me, where he talks to me in the messaging app, was notified first as soon as he got on the plane. It was an hour before anonymous me was told via text.

I get different sides of him depending on where we’re talking. And yet, they’re both very much the same person, even though the conversations are slightly different. Anonymous me gets something slightly more romantic and flirty. The me he knows and is intentionally seeking out doesn’t get that part.

Yet, I’m so fucking sure he nearly kissed me on the ice. If we hadn’t tripped over the bucket, he would have. I’m positive. I’ve played that moment over and over again in my head and have almost broken down to tears because it was so damn close.

But then what? I argue. It might become awkward between us. It might have ruined our friendship. I’d much rather have his friendship than nothing at all.

My aching heart isn’t always on board with that idea, since I’ve been yearning for this man for ages. But I’m confident it would feel otherwise if he just stopped coming around or messaging. The thought alone makes me tense.

I’m sitting in my car at Hugo’s house, waiting for him. He messaged me when the bus pulled into the arena. I’d already been on my way because of the long drive, so I’m not surprised that I got here first. I’m not even going to pretend I didn’t miss him like crazy. I did. I do.

I’m watching the road from behind the wheel of my parked car like a creep when I finally see Hugo’s Audi pull onto his street. My heart rate spikes as I push open my car door just as he pulls in. Hugo is out almost before I am, and there’s no wonder why my heart is convinced he almost kissed me on the ice when he immediately sweeps me into his arms and hugs me fiercely.

“I’m going to start a petition to allow our mascot to come with us to away games. I’ll even share my room,” he says in greeting.

No, I’m not reading into that at all!!

“Missed you too,” I whisper.

Hugo sighs. “Want to cuddle?” he asks as he sets me back on my feet and turns to grab his bag from his trunk. I didn’t realize he’d lifted me off the ground. “I really miss cuddling.”

“Yeah. I do too.”

He flashes me a smile. “You hungry?”

I shake my head. It’s late afternoon heading into evening since he flew in from Chicago. My stomach is dancing, so I don’t think eating is the best idea. “Unless you’re hungry,” I add.

Hugo shakes his head as he opens his front door. “Nope. The bus stopped on the way from the airport, and we all grabbed something to eat.”

He throws his bags to the side and shuts the door behind me. We kick off our shoes as he locks up and then he has my hand. I know when he really wants a cuddle because he tends to keep my hand in his until we’re on the couch. That’s been his pattern the last couple times I’ve come here. I’m not upset about it.

We stop in the kitchen so he can grab a couple bottles of water and then we head upstairs to the back den with the super big couch. It’s crazy wide, so it’s almost a bed.

Hugo sets the drinks down and then backs me to the couch. I drop and he follows, immediately wrapping around me and pressing my back into the cushions.

There’s no stopping my racing heart. There’s equally no stopping my dick from getting excited when he pushes his leg between mine to get closer. I squeeze my eyes shut and try to ignore the feeling of his body against mine. As well as the thick bulge of his dick against my thigh. Especially since I know what that thing looks like hard.

Not in person, but as a 3D replica. The memory is burned into my retinas.

“What did you do while I was gone?” he asks.

I both hate and love that it sounds like such a domestic question. What did you do without me while I was gone?

“Not a lot,” I answer. “Hung out at home, mostly.”

“I think we play better when you’re around. I’m not the only one who looks for you as soon as we step foot on the ice. Even in another arena.”

My heart swells.

“How do you spend your time when you’re not playing games?” I ask, trying to move this away from things that make me desperately want to tell him how much I like him.

“Travel,” he says with a huff. “Talk to you, mostly.”

I grin and close my eyes.

“Also, there’s this girl that I’ve been texting with,” he adds, and my chest gets tight. Noooo! “I really like her.”

His hand moves and for a moment, I’m distracted by tracking it over my body. My skin tingles when I feel his fingers skim along my bare midsection and I nearly throb when his hand runs along my skin to my back. He pulls me close, but now his hand is under my shirt.

“What do you like about her?” I ask, hoping my voice sounds normal.

“I don’t know. She’s not superficial.”

“How do you know that?”

“We talk about real things. I didn’t meet her outside the arena where I know all that she’s probably interested in is my career or my dick. This girl… she doesn’t know me. I’ve been playing an online game with her where I build a homestead and stuff. We talk about life. She has some really cool fish. ”

My heart nearly stutters to a fucking stop when I realize he’s talking about me. I’m not at all surprised he thinks the anonymous texts are from a girl. He’s grown up liking women; of course, he’s going to think that someone he’s attracted to is a woman if he doesn’t know otherwise.

But holy hell does it make me excited that he likes me . You know, the me he doesn’t know is me.

“She sounds great,” I say.

He sighs, nodding. “She does. We haven’t met yet. I don’t even know her name. But I’m not in a hurry to, either.”

“Why?”

“I’m afraid that if she finds out who I am, she won’t like me for me.”

“You’re a great guy, Hugo. The best one I know.”

I feel his smile. His body weight comes down on me harder as he presses me into the couch. I nearly groan when his thigh rubs against my dick. I may not be as big as him, but there’s absolutely no way he doesn’t feel that.

“Thanks, Torin. You’re one of my very favorite people. You have no idea how much I miss you when I have to go to away games.”

I love that compliment as much as it hurts. He means it differently than I want him to; I know that. Still, I hug him tightly. “I miss you too. So much. It’s so lonely without you.”

Hugo sighs. “Will you spend the night, and we can cuddle all night?”

My breath catches. I think he misinterprets that based on his quick follow up. “It’s okay if you’re uncomfortable with that. I don’t ever want to make you uncomfortable.”

“No, I want to. Yes, definitely.”

Hugo grins, pressing his face into the side of my head. “Oh, good.”

Silence envelopes us entirely. There are no sounds at all because Hugo didn’t turn the television on when we came in. There isn’t a clock ticking away its seconds. We don’t even hear the traffic since we’re at the back of the house.

“Ever notice how perfectly you fit like this?” he asks.

Oh god, does he know what he’s doing to me?

When I don’t answer, he continues, “I mean, you’re exactly right to be my little spoon. You’re practically the same height, but I’m nearly twice your bulk and I really love that.”

I’m terrified I’m going to say something far more intimate than what he means, so I just nod.

“This is going to be weird, but I actually really like that you don’t have any boobs. I can get closer.”

A laugh bursts out of me, but then I hide my face because fuck does he do things to me with the second sentence. I’m not someone who is incredibly forthcoming about anything, but I’m biting on my tongue to keep from blurting all the things I’m dying to say.

I’m too afraid to say them though.

If he likes me, like likes me , he needs to come to that conclusion all on his own. I can’t prompt it, or this might blow up.

And if I lose him now, I’m going to fall apart entirely.

Hugo yawns and snuggles in further. We talk quietly for a while. Nothing along the lines of me being boobless or how raging hard my cock is right now. Not about anything important, which is fine. I love all the more how we can talk about nothing and anything.

He tells me about the other things in his hobby room with the 3D printer. What I didn’t stop to see was that there was a vinyl cutting machine, a laser engraver, and a big resin station. He likes to dabble in different crafts, but mostly during the off season when he has time to enjoy them.

As usual, he carries most of the conversation. I love that he does. I love to listen to his voice.

After he’s yawned for maybe the dozenth time in ten minutes, he asks, “Can we go to bed now? You’re not going to judge me for going to bed early, are you?”

Laughing, I shake my head. “No judgment. I’m tired too.”

“Oh good,” he says and gets up, pulling me with him.

I’m stupidly self-conscious about my hard-on. My pants are somewhat loose, and even though we’ve been very still without any kind of words that could be construed as sexual for quite a while, so I’m ready to bust. However, we’re now heading for his bedroom. Where I’m going to be in bed with him.

Hugo doesn’t turn the light on when we get there, but he drags me to the bathroom. I watch as he washes his face and brushes his teeth before handing me a second toothbrush, still in its package. I try not to think about how many he has here. How often he’s done just this.

He starts to leave the bathroom but then stops. “I uh… usually sleep naked. I hadn’t thought about that.”

My cheeks burn immediately. Shocking, right? I stare at him in the mirror as I continue to brush my teeth so I don’t have to respond.

“I can maybe wear some sweats.”

When he doesn’t move, I have to spit the toothpaste out before asking, “You don’t have underwear?”

Hugo gives me a bemused smile that’s so damn adorable. “No. I’m not sure if you’re aware, but I’m a really big boy.” His eyes drop to his crotch. “Down there. Underwear don’t fit right. They’re really uncomfortable and restricting when you’re… big.”

Nope. I’m not red all over. I shake my head. “It’s fine. I don’t mind.”

“Really?” he asks, a smile on his face even as he tilts his head in response.

I shake my head again. “No. It’s fine.”

“Even cuddling?”

Fuck. I adjust myself so he can’t see how hard I am. “Yes. It’s fine. I just…” Chewing my lip, I’m not sure how to bring up my predicament.

Hugo grins. “I felt your cock hard,” he tells me slyly. “It’s fine. Doesn’t bother me at all.”

Nope, still not reading into that. I just nod and focus on brushing my teeth. They must be spotless by now.

I strip from my clothes in the bathroom, leaving me in my briefs. So. Damn. Hard. God this is going to be embarrassing. Flicking off the light, I step into the bedroom and climb into bed. Hugo is right behind me, and I can feel his body heat.

As soon as I lay down, he drops on top of me. Oh fuck. Ohfuckohfuckohfuck.

The leg he lets fall between mine curls up, forcing me to bend my knee. It brings us flush, pressing our cocks against each other. I’m almost trembling because I swear, his monster dick is semi hard right now.

“Why are you holding your breath? Am I too heavy? ”

He begins to roll away, but I dig my fingers into his back quickly. “No. Stay. Please.”

Hugo sighs and snuggles in further. Jesus, I’m going to come just like this. My heart is racing. There’s no way he doesn’t feel it.

We suddenly roll and I yelp for the second time in his presence. He laughs as my body drapes over his. It’s not at all awkward when both my legs fall on either side of his hips so I’m straddling his big dick. Mine—hard and aching—pressed against his.

“Oh, my god,” I murmur, pressing my hot face into his chest and trying to remain perfectly still.

“I’ve never had a guy on me before,” Hugo muses. His fingers trail down my spine and I try desperately not to shiver. Over my ass cheeks. Down my thighs to rest at my knees.

Hugo sighs deeply. “Exactly perfect,” he says with a sigh.

Swallowing, I concentrate on calming my heart first and foremost. I’m absolutely horrified that he can feel how horny I am right now. But Hugo is completely relaxed, even with his cock pressed to mine. I’m more confident now than I was before that he’s at least slightly hard. Knowing that doesn’t bode well for calming my heart, though. Or my libido.

“Goodnight, Torin,” he murmurs as his fingers brush along my knees.

“Goodnight, Hugo,” I whisper. “This really is perfect.”

“Mm-hmm,” he says, already partially asleep. But his fingers don’t stop absently stroking my skin.

Slowly, gently, softly. It’s so soothing that I eventually do relax until my body is limp on his. I press my face into his neck, feel his heartbeat against mine. I’ve never been like this with anyone. Ever.

There’s no wonder that my heart is convinced this man is simply it for me. Every little—and enormous—thing about him is just… everything. I want this forever.

But I’ll have to settle for just tonight.