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Hooking the Hockey Player Ch. 04

Usual disclaimers: Our main characters are consenting male adults who do not resemble to my knowledge any persons living or deceased. Sorry this chapter took a little longer... I've been sick with pneumonia. Don't worry, this is not the final chapter. Do read the previous chapters before or you'll be mighty confused. Thank you for all your kind words, Artie.

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Waking up Monday morning, I was excited to get up. What a change. Last week I had rued the sunrise and now I could hardly wait for it. I had reason to be energized: I would get to see Owen. As I stretched and moved toward my shower, the slight soreness was welcome and exquisite. The slight ache in all the muscles below my waist just reminded me where Owen had been—and where I wanted him to be again.

Getting dressed for school, I decided not to go for my usual middle of the pack look. I carefully selected a pair of indigo jeans that hugged my body. I had never worn these pants before to school, they looked way too good on me for that. The cut formed perfectly over my ass and cock making both look pert and bigger while encasing my lean, strong legs. I slipped on a tighter pale blue chambray button down. In the past I had only worn this to church, when my mother deigned that we had to go. This only happened when one of the various committees that she was on made it necessary to go.

All in all, I looked far better than I had in years, stylish even. I knew that dressing apart from the norm would make people look at me. But I cared far more about how one person in particular looked at me. If Owen liked the outfit then it was worth it. Especially because if I was lucky enough to get naked with him today, he would need to be distracted: the bruise over my kidney had gotten a lot worse.

I wasn't disappointed by his reaction to my new look. Owen's eyes were wide but dilated with lust as he pulled into my driveway. Eyes locked on his, I turned up my sensuality as I walked to his truck. We had texted casually the day before. But I wanted to reward him after our almost fight where he had walked out.

I was barely into the car when Owen's lips were on mine. The door hung open as Owen leaned across the console, devouring me. Despite the high ceilings of his monstrous vehicle, climbing across the gear shift to straddle him was difficult, but so worth it.

His hands were fiery brands as they grabbed my ass and pulled me flush against him. I would throw away all my ill-fitting clothing and dress this way all the time if it meant Owen and I were going to make out in his car, or really anywhere. His mouth slid hotly against mine, a sensuous dance.

I slipped my mouth down to his neck and lavished my affection, he had just put on cologne so the musky, clean scent pervaded my senses. My cock was hardening fast so with I slowly pushed off him, he groaned at my absence but opened his eyes, "You look great today, Jake."

I warmed under his compliment, I had already known he enjoyed it but compliments weren't something I was used to. The drive to school seemed short as I coached my erection down to manageable levels. A drawback of wearing well-fitting clothes seemed to be the bulge that it made, so in the most displeasing act to date, I flipped my dick up into my waistband. The time I spent manipulating my cock was not lost on Owen, "Are you playing with yourself?"

"Please, you wish."

He turned toward me, all cheekbones and square jaw and said, "Yeah I do." I had meant it lightly, jokingly. He turned it carnal, "Listening to you jerk off was one of the hottest things ever. One of these days, I'm going to want to watch you get yourself off." He said it casually, with just the slightest hint of a sexual undertone but I was back to fully hard.

All semblance of a witty rejoinder was cast aside as I really absorbed his words. While I imagined that having sex with Owen would be better than anything else, I would love having his eyes on me while I jerked it. I was about to suggest we turn around and make the fantasy a reality when we pulled into the parking lot.

I sighed but adjusted my weeping, angry cock again making sure that the bulge was minimized. I wasn't Owen who could proudly proclaim his boners.

"You ready to go?"

"Yeah, I'll see you in English," I said grabbing my bag and combing my hands through my hair.

"Or we could walk together." I turned my gaze to him, he looked almost confused at my incredulous gaze. "I thought we were going to be more than sex."

A sigh came from deep within me, "We are more than sex but we can't be seen together at school Owen."

For a moment I knew what it would be like if Owen was about to drop his gloves on me, his unblinking gaze, that bordered on a glare, boring into me. "Yes, we can Jake."

I just shook my head, loathe to get into it, "I'll see you in English." As I closed the door, I blocked out his angry protestations. He just didn't get it. Weaving through the cars, I emerged on the other side of the lot and began my casual but hopefully inconspicuous walk to the school. The lawn was filled again, already it was starting to cool off outside. All reports stating that the winter would be colder and snowier than years previous, so students were getting in their time in the sun.

Once again the athletes, rich kids, and hangers on were sprawled over the steps of the school literally looking down upon everyone else. Head down to minimize the chance of being seen, I stealthily loped over to Matt who was chatting with several other burnouts. The combined smell of weed coming from the assembled trio was almost overwhelming. They melted away as I neared, they were not about to be associated with me. Matt, on the other hand, smiled warmly; I really can't say how much he meant to me just accepting me as a friend. He could easily have been on the steps but chose to be the one person to effortlessly be friends with everyone.

"Hey Matt, think you're going to run today?"

He chuckled at our ongoing joke, "Only gonna run from the cops man and probably not even then." Just then a curtain of black hair walked past, Matt's eyes glued on her.

"When are you going to ask Ellen out?" He cut a weak annoyed look at me. Matt had been in love with Ellen for the past four years. Ellen was everything Matt wasn't, her dark features and statuesque height in contrast to his stocky build and pale blond hair. She also didn't do or like drugs. She and Matt had an easy friendship but it had never gone anywhere.

"Probably right after I start running," he said already shaking off his preoccupation. We continued talking but I noticed that he was not really paying much attention to me.

At first I thought Matt's gaze was off course due to, using Matt's terms, the totally dank hybrid he had smoked this morning but he wasn't actually unfocused just gazing beyond my shoulder. Expecting Ellen to be behind me, I subtly glanced. My double take was far less subtle. With all eyes glued to him, Owen strode toward me with a slight grin touching his lips.

What the fuck did he think he was doing, I thought with disbelief and more than a touch of anger. Quickly I turned my back to him hoping he would get the message, no such luck. His presence was like the warmth of the sun.

Ignoring the iciest glare I could muster, Owen greeted me, "Hey Jake."

"Owen." He wasn't dissuaded by my lack of enthusiasm to see him, almost grinning at my discomfort. He turned to Matt and introduced himself.

Matt for his part was his usual joyful, exuberant but also out of it, self. Right after enthusiastically executing a complex bro handshake just a beat too late, he pulled out a vape. A classic Matt maneuver: smoking on campus; I had once seen him pull a bong out of his locker. With the advent of sneakier ways than just rolling a j he was far more likely to both not get caught and to be high all the time.

I chanced a glance over to Owen to see how he would handle Matt's lack of inhibition, even with a look of incredulousness: he looked hot. Owen raised an eyebrow as Matt inhaled deep into his chest, "Sorry man, you want some," Matt said offering the pen to Owen.

Owen gripped his backpack tighter before declining, "No thanks." He turned a questioning eye on me but I silently shook my head that I wasn't interested in smoking before school. Casting an eye around, I noted that a majority of our peers were gawking at our unconventional grouping. Was Owen just completely fucking oblivious to the rubberneckers; make no mistake this was a wreck in progress. I could see the news rippling across the lawn.

My stomach clenched as I knew how fast gossip spread, this would be everywhere by homeroom. Matt would be the only saving grace of this situation, I slowly angled my body even further from Owen, hopefully making it appear as if Matt and Owen were having a conversation and not me.

Matt assisted the illusion by asking, "So how do you know Jake?"

"We're in the same English class; speaking of which, do you want to walk over?"

"You can go ahead, I'll meet you there." I answered tersely, willing him to just walk away and end this nightmare.

His wry smile was goading, "Oh, don't worry. I'll wait for you." In the five years I had spent being bullied, I had never been tempted to punch anyone. His gorgeous face was twisted into a smug grin and if I wasn't a massive pacifist and didn't want to hurt him or his looks I would have punched him. Such a bastard, he looked he kept his face placid but he loved my discomfort.

He wasn't going to stop; internally sighing and recriminating myself for what I had gotten myself into, I told Matt I would see him later and set off for English. Owen was not thrown by my quick pace nor that I didn't speak to him.

He kept up his shit-eating grin all the way through English class. He kept trying to distract me with none too subtle shifts of his body, but I wasn't having it. I strode off away from him as the bell tolled, not saying a word.

It wasn't until late in German that I got a text from him. At least then the cocky tone was gone with him writing: Are we still on for lunch?

It might have been petty but I was pissed so I wrote back: I guess.

I took my sweet time waiting for all the students to clear out of the hallways, in the wake of Owen's stunt I was sure that all of my usual tormentors would be on the prowl. Owen's truck was one of only a few left in the lot.

"I wasn't sure you were coming," Owen said lowly as if talking someone off a ledge.

I kept my gaze forward, I was angry at him and I wasn't going to be dissuaded by his face, "I'm here."

Owen opened his mouth as if so say something but snapped it closed instead starting his car and driving to Whole Foods. I pettily wanted to ask him to stop at a fast food joint instead but I realized that he probably would and not get anything and still drive to his original destination: so stubborn.

He was waiting for me to check out, his usual salad and chicken breast enclosed in a to-go container. My pizza was already ready to go so I just followed him out to his car.

Once we were back in his car, I asked, "Any reason for the change of venue?"

He set his box down carefully, "Yeah I figured that if we were going to have a fight it shouldn't be in public. I know how much you hate to be seen in public with me." Jesus, apparently I wasn't the only one who was going to be petty.

Rolling my eyes at his melodramatic interpretation, "You know that's not what it is."

His voice was low but full of anger as he answered, "So why don't you tell me what it is?"

Owen's anger opened the floodgates, where I had been pissy before; I was now furious, not with Owen but for the situation that was making both of us angry. "What do you want to know? That I've gotten beaten up for the better part of five years? That no one has ever done or said anything? That there's no point to fighting back, I'd just get beaten up worse?"

"But—" Owen tried to break in but my tirade couldn't be stemmed now that it was happening.

"No, you wanted to know so here it fucking is." Owen's eyebrows rose in shock, he hadn't seen the cursing, pissed form before; I wasn't going to be waylaid by his censure. "I'm not a bitch that needs someone to look out for them Owen. I don't need you to fight my battles just because you're big and popular. I am handling my own business; it's only one more year that I have to deal with. And you aren't going to help, by being seen with me your reputation is going to be hurt. Not only that, but I am the one that's going to be hurt more because I'm going to be the fag who turned their friend."

We sat in silence for several moments, Owen looked stricken. He reached out and opened his water bottle, taking a large sip; I watched angry tears forming at my eyelids.

"I'm not going to say sorry," he said turning to me, "because I don't want to have to pretend to not know you at school. Just because everyone else can just see a problem and not do anything about it, doesn't mean I'm one of those people." He ruffled his hair, a sign that he was frustrated. "I feel bad that you believe me talking to you today will put you in more danger, that wasn't my intention. But you are worried that I'm going to get hurt: get real. I can handle myself against douchebags."

"Those douchebags are going to be your teammates."

"If I decide to play, yes. Don't you think they would be scared to mess with a teammate? Especially one that is so talented"

I sighed, he said the cockiest thing with such little artifice, "That would still put me in the crossfire. I can handle the stuff I get now. Please don't make it worse."

"That sounds like the worst version of friends with benefits that I've ever heard: not even friends. I want more than that." Owen had lost all his fire, now just sounding dejected. His crystalline blue eyes wide, looking scared.

"Why can't we just be more outside of school?"

"Because we both deserve more than that, can't we at least be friends in school?"

"No, they won't see it that way. They'll think we're dating." How in the world was he not getting this? And worse yet, they would be right.

He smiled, though it was strained, "We are and we're fucking."

"I don't want them to know that," I muttered. For a long moment it was quiet in the car. We had both said our pieces but nothing had been resolved.

Owen stared out the window before turning and grasping me by the back of the neck, pulling me toward him. His lips found mine unerringly, our heated discussion turned into an equally heated kiss. Our tongues wrestled, my hands pulling at his hair while his hands kept our faces locked together. His stubble scraped my lips and he bit my lips, my dick hardening under the rough assault.

"You were so mad at me," Owen whispered against my lips.

His reminder only brought that thought to the forefront of my mind for a moment before adolescent horny brain reclaimed top position. "Yeah," I breathed before sucking his bottom lip into my mouth.

He tore his mouth away from mine, "Can I make it up to you?" His words took on a carnal meaning as he ran his fingers over my growing bulge, showcased in my tight jeans.

I was about to split seams my cock was so hard, "We aren't having sex in the Whole Foods parking lot."

He chuckled pulling back our arm rests, "No, but I'm going to suck you off." Owen unsnapped my jeans and though my rational brain was screaming at me that we had just fought, that we were going to be late for school, and that my mug shot would be terrible after getting booked for getting blown in a Whole Foods parking lot; my irrational head was leaping for joy at the prospect of Owen's hot mouth covering it.

I had a moment of divine right, seeing the face of God as Owen's mouth enveloped the head of my cock. There had to be nothing as good as this, and while I was almost sad that the peak moment of joy in my life would come so early... I also was loving every second of it.

His lips and tongue teased around the head eliciting moans from me as well as pre-cum that was already dribbling from the slit. Owen sank down my shaft and I resisted the urge to thrust deep in his throat. The wet heat was like nothing I had ever felt before and his smooth pace had me close to erupting quickly. I usually prided myself on not being a hair trigger but for a first time experience, I had been close on the suggestion of a blowjob.

I was moments from blowing my load, when Owen pulled his lips off me. His hand kept up pace to keep me on the edge of orgasm, "Promise me, you won't be mad the next time I talk to you in school."

I couldn't believe he was using sex against me again and irritation at his request filled me. As if he could sense my annoyance, his thumb came up to rub the sensitive spot beneath the head of my cock. My hips spasmed into his hand, I was on the verge when he continued, "We don't have to be out as dating but we will be friends at school."

I was beyond arguing but I wasn't about to agree yet. I set my jaw in stubbornness against his demand. His eyebrow raised in response to my defiant glare. His athletic competitive nature sprung to the forefront as his hand left my cock. I mourned the lack of friction for a moment before he slid my cock into his mouth again. Pure molten heat encased my dick and I realized, this was the best feeling there was. He swallowed and hummed and slurped along my length, teasing a moan from me as his tongue swept around my sensitive head. I felt my balls tighten, my breaths coming in short pants as my orgasm neared.

In an inexcusably weak moment, I whimpered as my cock popped out of his mouth, his voice was ragged as he demanded, "Agree to be friends at school Jake." His breath was hot against my cock. I was so close.

His hand reached to my balls and cupped them, rolling them slightly. Hyper-sensitive, I could feel every indentation on his hand. Desperate to cum, I mindlessly pushed my hips forward. "Agree Jake!" He said before sucking hard on the head, the pressure was the end of my line. How could I resist him in that state? He could have asked anything from me and he would have gotten it.

"Yes, fine. Let me cum Owen. Please," I gasped not above begging. I didn't have time to notice his triumphant grin, though I can imagine his all too pleased with himself look. I was far too busy being overwhelmed with the sensation of him swallowing me down, his nose against my skin. This was heaven. The silken wetness, and his talented tongue brought me over the edge. I came apart with his name on my lips.

I might have passed out for a moment from the pleasure. Sure down the line, I would realize that a blow job wasn't anything out of the ordinary but at eighteen, never having had one before: I was blown away. He swallowed every drop of my cum, having to lick around his lips for a few errant drops, before tucking me back into my pants.

I was still blissed out and breathing hard when Owen said, "Glad we could agree."

"I only agreed under duress," I reminded him still feeling replete.

Cocking his head, Owen turned toward me, "Are you going back on your promise?" Small wrinkles formed at the corners of his mouth, as a disappointed frown emerged.

I didn't want to be the one to put a frown on his face. I sighed, fully knowing that Owen would be able to take care of himself. He was attractive, athletic, and as I had promised earlier: I couldn't use him. I would be the one to bear the brunt of his peers' displeasure; I could handle it. "No, but just friends at school, right?"

"You got it," Owen leaned over kissing me on the lips before picking up his fork and opening his salad container. Following his lead, I opened the single slice box noting that our interlude had made the pizza lose its heat.
As I ate the pizza, still delicious cold, I feared the consequences of my decision. My cheeks heated as I realized that I had just been sucked off in public but on the scale of bad decisions, agreeing to Jake still seemed worse.

When we got back to school, Owen and I walked in together eyes following our every movement. I could see fingers flying across screens, every gossip queen letting the phone tree know that Owen Holt had been seen with the fag: Jake Summers. I tried to look casual but constant scrutiny was such an unwelcome change from someone who knew shadows were safer.

Like a preternatural sense, I could tell when I was about to get my ass handed to me but as the days passed nothing happened. I walked in every day with Owen, we would talk albeit in a strained fashion as I got used to it. Owen never encroached on my space in public, we never touched and kept what I would call bro space between us. Like most straight dudes, we didn't look at each other all that much. Owen could have taken up acting, he certainly had the looks for it and his acting chops were very impressive.

Despite being by all accounts just friends, I could eyes on my everywhere. They ranged from the inquisitive gazes of underclassmen, to the jealous eyes of stunning, and not so stunning, girls, and worst of all the angry eyes of the athletes. I could feel the incendiary gazes on my back, as if marking where to plunge a knife.

But nothing came.

Owen not known for his subtlety but rather his bombastic approach would greet me loudly in front of his adoptive teammates. It seemed a scowl had permanently taken up residence on Gregory's face, not something that made him more attractive. Owen didn't see the narrowing of eyes or the almost cartoonish cracking of knuckles.

Somehow despite the imminent threat of having to eat through a tube, I really enjoyed the week. Owen and I talked between classes and due to his popularity, I actually talked to other people too. It was strange having Owen introduce me to people I had known since the first grade but in a strange way he was closer to them.

Our lunches were spent hastily scarfing down food before making out in his truck, my decency had returned so there were no more public blowjobs but we fogged up the windows of his truck on more than one occasion. On Wednesday as we pulled out of the parking lot adjusting our respective clothes back to their original positions I told him that we would have to take separate cars on Friday.

"Why? What's Friday?" Owen asked running his fingers through his hair which I had been pulling on minutes prior.

"First meet of the year."

"I'm doing an ice workout Friday; we could still go together."

"I won't even run until around five. There's warm ups and then the middle school race and then the girls."

He grinned over at me, "Perfect. I'll come and watch after practice and then we can go out. Unless you're parents are going to want to take you out after?"

For the slightest moment I was sad that I would have to admit that my parents were definitely not going to come to the race, but then his words registered, "You wanna go on a date?" I wasn't mocking the idea, I had just missed his statement.

Owen mistook my questioning tone, "Yes Jake. It's not at school so I thought we could go out. I thought we could be more. What more do I—"

Driving while kissing is not a smart move, I wouldn't recommend it—unless it's with an amazing man who puts up with your bullshit and looks like a wet dream. "I want to go out with you Owen." I said kissing along Owen's throat when he pulled his face away from mine to continue driving.

Cross country is not just about running as fast as you can for a 5K, there is strategy involved. Mine being start fast but not killing myself and wait for my overeager competitors to fall behind as the race continued. At the second mile marker, I knew it was time to start closing in. The wooded course was good at regulating heat conditions but made it difficult to see the other racers. I figured there were three guys ahead of me.

Hopefully they hadn't been saving up like I had. The steep hill halfway through the third mile was always a trap, I overtook two on it keeping close to the right side where the soil was packed a little harder. My lungs were burning and my shins ached but I felt high. My endorphins were keeping me up as I spotted the front runner, he was no more than fifteen yards ahead of me as we came to the break in the trees signaling the final quarter mile.

Races were not really a spectator sport but the girl's team and the parents always cheered for the first finishers. It was never really much of a motivator but rather a sad echo of what it would be like to play a team sport.

I was kicking it in when I saw Owen, he was grinning by the finish line cheering me on loudly. Lungs on fire, with every muscle protesting I sprinted the last yards out stripping my competitor by several body lengths. I would have to insist that a sweaty Owen in just basketball shorts and a tank be waiting at the end of any race I ran. I would break the sound barrier to be near him.

The race officials swarmed me as I crossed the finish line, taking note of the number marked on my arm and taking the chip tied onto my shoe. I looked around for Owen but my coaches got there first, discussing my splits and chastising me into a warm down run.

At last when my heart rate was back down and my muscles had relaxed, seeing Owen kicked my heart rate back up and one specific muscle got very hard very fast. His tank stretched across his pecs, and his gym shorts hung low off his lean hips.

"There's the winner," he greeted me joyfully as I got my bags.

I quickly glanced around, no one else had finished their warm downs so we were alone, "Does that make you my prize?"

With salacious intent Owen leaned toward me, taking my bag from me and brushing his lips across my cheek to my ear, "If you want." He nipped my ear and pulled back.

He swept his eyes lower and I knew what he would see, me looking like I was smuggling a cucumber. Compression shorts did nothing to hide my erection, so I flipped it up and shrugged it off.

Owen toting my bag led me to the locker rooms and started stripping off his tank and shorts. He stood in only a pair of boxer briefs but stopped when he noticed that I was just standing slack jawed watching his body being revealed to me.

"Jake, stop looking at me like that. Someone could walk in at any moment and I don't want them to see me fucking you."

My body was really down for the fucking part but my sense of fear wasn't going to allow a locker room fantasy. I dropped my gaze and tried to focus on removing my clothes to shower.

I was grabbing my towel when I glanced up to see Owen's eyes trained on me. I smirked at him not following his own instructions and wrapped my towel around my waist sauntering into the showers.

I hung my towel up and stepped under the spray. I knew Owen was behind me, I listened to his movements and knew that his attention was on me. With a handful of shower gel, I lathered up my arms and shoulders, trailing my fingers down my chest making sure that my nipples were very clean. As my hands soaped down my abs, I felt hands lathering up my back. I leaned back against Owen's shoulder so that he would be able to see everything.

My hands, sudsy with gel, went to my cock slicking it up and down. Owen's cleaning of my back became more arrested as his hands slipped down to my ass. He paid special attention to my hole, his soapy fingers circling.

"Show me how you cum Jake," Owen breathed into my ear. I don't know if it was the adrenaline from the race, the high of winning, the incredible man behind me, or the danger of getting caught but I was on the edge almost immediately. I moaned as I came onto the floor, evidence of my pleasure getting washed away by the spray. I heard his grunt and the heat of his cum on my ass as he toppled over the edge.

I turned facing Owen, his hair was slicked down to his face. Our lips met in a fierce kiss. He had me pushed against the tile wall when we heard a locker slam shut. Like repelling magnets we sprung apart. Cheeks blazing I ignored the entering guys and quickly showered and wrapped my towel around myself.

I kept my eyes down in the locker room, slipping into the outfit I had brought. A pair of brown cords that while might have been a little preppy made my ass look amazing and a white button down. I felt a tap on my shoulder: Owen. He looked amazing, a black button down and black slacks. His hair was already drying into waves across his forehead.

"So, what are we up to?" I asked as neared his truck.

"Well, I thought we could go out to dinner and then a movie. Pretty classic first date, but I thought we could use some classic." I was slightly confused when after throwing our respective equipment in the back, he followed me around to the passenger side.

His eyes sparkled as he opened the door for me. "Just a little classic for you," he said shutting the door behind me.

When he slipped in the other side, I kissed him thoroughly "Sorry, I guess I should kiss you before our first date," I whispered.

He chuckled starting the car, "Alright, we can mix in a little of the non-traditional."

As Owen drove, I watched him reminding myself of the first time we went to lunch together. Then he had looked carefree in sunglasses and a smile, now he looked romantic. Both versions of the perfect man and I was lucky enough to be going on a date with him.

As we pulled up outside what looked like a moderately high end Italian place, I joked, "I'm surprised that we aren't at Whole Foods."

He snorted, an inelegant amazing sound, "Twice in one day might be a little much. I figured we could both find something to eat here."

Italian places always seemed the same, what made one four cheese ravioli different from another? This particular four cheese ravioli was an expensive one and I was skeptical it would live up to the price. It was everything I dreamed of and more. Owen seemed to be enjoying his chicken carbonara with equal zeal.

Owen took the check glaring at me when I tried to pay. "Winners shouldn't have to pay. You are a champion just let me treat you."

I chuckled at his commitment to my being hailed as a hero for winning the first race of the year, "So if you're my prize does that mean I get to have you?"

I had meant it like as my date so I nearly needed resuscitation when he said, "If you want." I searched his face for any trace that he was joking. There was nothing, his eyes sparkled mischievously and he took my hand, tracing a slow path with his thumb around my palm. "Do you want to take your prize?"

Good lord. I hadn't even considered that it would be an option. Owen was fulfilling dreams I didn't know to have. "Yes," I croaked out swallowing noisily before trying again, "How interested are you in seeing this movie?"

"I'll catch it on DVD," Owen smiled. Moments after the waitress came back with Owen's card we were out the door.

Owen still opened my door but urgency was in every moment; my cock was going to punch out of my cords desperate to be inside Owen. He drove fast, his left leg jiggling up and down, I wondered if it was nerves so I asked, "Are you sure about this?"

Owen didn't speak, just grabbed my hand and brought it to his dick, rock hard under his slacks. I kept my hand there massaging him through the material while leaning over to kiss the space beneath his ear.

Pulling into his driveway, Owen was already out of the car grabbing both our bags and muscling his way through his house. I followed him watching his ass flex, amazed. He led me up the stairs dropping the bags in the first room. I started to look around at Owen's room, I noted the boxes stacked in the corner and the pale blue walls but Owen slammed into me locking me against the door before I could see more. I was more than content to finish snooping later.

Owen might have planned on bottoming but he ready to be in control. His erection ground into mine as we made out against the door. His hands were fisted in my hair controlling the kiss. It was an inferno of sensation, despite our earlier interlude we were both more than ready. When my hands went to his ass he groaned against my mouth.

Buttons scattered as he ripped first my shirt and then his apart. I pushed him toward his bed, he landed, legs splayed as I removed my now useless shirt. With alacrity Owen followed suit slipping off his ruined shirt and he lifted his hips to remove his slacks. He was bare beneath them, commando seemed par for the course for my overconfident date.

His cock lay rigid against his stomach, with every harsh breath his abs tightened and pecs flexed. The God in Repose his statue would be called. Dressed in only my cords, I dove into his ass. Laving underneath his balls had him moaning for more. I alternated between licking around his tight pink pucker and stiffening my tongue to delve into him. Every moan and groan coming from him spurned me on, he tasted clean and manly. My cock wanted to dive into him but the last tenuous grasp I had on my rationality told me to make this good for him so we could do this again.

Owen brought my fingers up to his mouth sucking on them making me remember our bout of exhibitionism. He released them with a pop and I ran them around his pucker and slowly pushed them in. His harsh breath caused me to still for a moment as a sheen of sweat covered his body. I leaned down and took one of his egg-shaped balls into my mouth, tonguing it gently with my fingers two knuckles into his ass. When he started to relax, I began moving my fingers in and out opening him slowly. I felt him press something against my shoulder, lube and then a condom.

I pulled my fingers out of him causing him to huff out a sigh at the loss. I kicked off my cords and boxer briefs, landing in a pile on the floor. I lubed up my fingers and pressed three against his hole. As I pushed in he bore down and allowed me in. Scissoring my fingers, I spread his hole and then felt around until I heard a loud, deep groan. There it was. Moving faster, I targeted my fingers on his spot feeling his ass muscles shake as pleasure ran through him.

"Jake, I need you." Owen's voice cut through the motion and I put on the condom, lubed myself up, getting the gel to warm against my angry arousal. I lined myself up and then slowly pressed in. I was wrong when I said nothing could be better than a blow job. I found something better. His ass clenched around my cock as I fed it into him, the heat enveloping. I was going too slowly it seemed because Owen sat up and grabbed my ass pulling me all the way into him.

I need no more direction than that, I pulled out and slammed back in dragging my cock over his spot over and over. Owen's eyes were glazed with lust as he pushed his ass back with every move fucking himself on my dick. I grabbed his cock as I felt myself near my end, lubing it and stroking it in time to my thrusts.

The slap of my balls against his ass cheeks and the wet squish of my hand on his cock melded perfectly with both of our breathing. I could see him nearing the close as I sped my hand and my hips to race him to the edge. He came first calling out my name, ropes of cum splattering across his chest into the hair. His ass clenching as he came was my undoing, I shot my load and collapsed on top of him uncaring of the cum on his chest.

I awoke in the mid-morning, confused for a moment where I was. The boxes yet to be unpacked stacked in the corner greeted me. Somehow the night before I had missed the hockey gear that was strewn around Owen's room.

I glanced down at myself, amazed at how I had slept the whole night apparently through Owen taking off the condom and cleaning the cum off me. I wasn't too worried that my parents would notice I was gone but I was amused that I had spent the night without us talking about it.

I could hear rustling downstairs so I pulled on my jeans and a t-shirt I had worn to school the day before walking down the stairs and into the kitchen. If God was just he would have incinerated me on the spot, Owen was not the one in the kitchen making coffee. His dad glanced over my bedraggled appearance, there was no way to hide why I was here. I could only hope he hadn't heard anything. The way he looked like he had sucked on a lemon made my hopes seem unlikely.

"Hey Mr. Holt," I started tentatively, "Do you know where Owen is?" I tried to keep the quiver out of my voice but was unsuccessful.

"He said he texted you. Owen has practice." I had left my phone on Owen's floor where it had fallen after Owen had ripped off my cords.

I nodded turning, eager to be out of sight of Owen's dad. His voice stopped me as I was walking away, "Do you know how hard my son has worked?" This was clearly rhetorical because he gave me no chance to answer. "Hockey has been the only thing he has cared about since he was old enough to skate. You don't know about the 5 A.M. practices or how we moved our entire lives to make sure he could play with the best organizations. He is constantly watched by scouts, he was fifteen the first time he was interviewed. He has a shot at being the number one draft pick: the envy of every team in the league."

"I know—"

"You don't know. If teams find out that he's gay, he becomes a liability. If a team even decides to pick him up, that will all he will be known for. He'll alienate the fan base. He'll get traded a few times but eventually no team will pick him up. The best rookie but his career will be over before it's even begun. If by some miracle some team does stick with him, he won't have any sponsors or endorsements." I was sick to my stomach, Owen's dad looked defeated as he spoke, "I've told Owen that he should keep it quiet. It's what's best for him, he was doing fine until he met you."

I feared I knew the answer but I asked anyway, "What do you want me to do about it?"

"Don't let him throw away his dream. He likes you, but if you really liked him you would see that being with him would cost him everything."

The creeping feeling of hopelessness filling me I replied, "Even if it's not me, you can't expect him to just not date anyone until he's done with hockey."

"It would be better for him but when he becomes an irreplaceable part of a team, then maybe he could think about coming out. Please Jake." He looked so much like, save statelier in his age. I couldn't deny the pain in his unwavering gaze; he looked so forlorn at the possibility of Owen losing everything.

I hadn't considered how his entire life could be ruined by me; I had been stuck in the petty high school world for so long that I hadn't stopped to consider that Owen's life was so much greater than that. He had a future to protect and he was thinking small. I sighed as I pushed back from the table, a weight settling in low in my stomach.

I silently walked up the stairs and into Owen's room, I mourned that I wouldn't be there to see the space when the boxes were unpacked. Who knows if he would even have time to unpack them, he would only be here for a year. His time here in Buffalo was so transitory, he would soon be on to bigger and better things.

Collecting my things, I breathed in deep getting every whiff of his musky vanilla scent before turning away and walking back down the stairs. I passed Owen's dad as I made my way toward the door, I couldn't even look at him. He spoke softly when the door was about to close, "Thank you Jake."

I felt moisture against my cheek as I pulled on my running shoes. I don't allow myself to cry—ever. In my efforts to always seem the manly straight man, weeping never seemed to fit the role. But as I set off my soles slapping against the pavement, my usual outlet did nothing and tears started to fall.

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