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“I guess I kind of got half the surf and turf. I mean, chickens walk on the ground, so yeah, you only owe me a steak now.” He shot me a look that called for one more kiss.
Just one more. So I stole one. He moved into it. Somewhere deep down inside me where the truthiest of all truths lived, I knew all the thinking in the world was not going to see this thing between us fizzle out.
“If we win next time, that negates the steak,” I whispered over his lips and got that goofy snicker of his. Yeah, this was a bad thing, but man did it feel good.
***
You would think that hotels would make doors that open silently.
When I scanned my keycard, the latch unlocking made me wince. My roommate on the road was a notoriously light sleeper. Knowing Ooni would hear me, I did all I could to be super stealthy, even going so far as to remove my shoes. I was pretty sure I looked like some cartoon caricature of a dude coming home late from the bar and trying to sneak into the house without waking up his wife. If his fictional wife slept like Ooni, the tiptoeing would be a wasted effort.
I made it four steps into the modest hotel room when the light on the far side of the room came on, showing me a rumpled and groggy Finn blinking at me.
“You just coming in?” he asked, his words slurred and sleepy. His blond hair was flat on one side and sticking up on the other.
“Yeah, sorry to wake you up.” I dropped my shoes to the floor, then shuffled around with my back to him, trying to get undressed quickly. The sooner I got into bed, the less questions my fellow goaltender could fire at me. I was down to my briefs, which were kind of crusty, but I slid under the covers anyway. Once Ooni was asleep, I’d wiggle free of them and just sleep naked.
“It’s okay, I was flipping.” He checked his phone. “It is after two in the morning. Were you drinking?”
“No, what? No, I was not drinking.” I flounced to my side to stare at the tiny desk and lamp crammed into the corner of the room.
“Good. I know losing hurts badly, but alcohol is not the answer.” He turned off the light. His mattress made a crunchy sound as he moved around, trying to get comfortable. “Were you with someone working the loss off in bed?” I huffed out loud. My God, why were my teammates so nosy? “I’m sorry for stuffing my nose into your business. Forget I asked.”
Well shit. Now I felt bad. “No, it’s fine. I’m sorry for being cranky. Yeah, I hooked up with someone.”
“Ah, well, sometimes sex does help. I hope you feel better. Tomorrow is another day where the sun will come out and the orphans will sing about it.”
That made me smile in the dark. Bless Ooni and his love of Broadway musicals. Sleep claimed my roommate faster than it did me. Those heated moments in the back of Polkman’s messy ride were too fresh to simply shove them aside and slumber. What the hell had Baskoro and I done in that back seat? Well, I knew what we’d done. We’d touched dicks in a big way. If I let my mind wander, I could still hear his soft pants of pleasure, taste his skin on my tongue, and smell the shampoo on his long, soft hair.
My dick wasn’t into the whole sleepy time thing either. It started plumping up as I recalled each caress, each grunt, each whispered plea. Christ, this was not at all me thinking things over. Thinking things over was logical. I had to channel my inner Spock.
Just then, as if somehow thinking of Mr. Spock summoned him, my phone erupted with an incoming text from Baskoro. I’d chosen a text tone of the red alert klaxon from Star Trek for his messages. I flew out of bed, nearly falling to my face as the blankets tangled around my calves, and dove on my phone lying on the desk next to the complimentary coffee pot.
If we win, you owe me two steaks and a blowjob. ~ B
Sweet Jesus, what the shit was this man trying to do to me?
I hit him back after I slipped back under the covers. Ooni made some strange sort of sleepy-wakey sounds and then started snoring once more.
I thought we were thinking this over. ~ M
I did. I thought. I think I want a victory BJ. ~ B
You’ll be on your knees next time. ~ M
We’ll see. Bring steak sauce. ~ B
That one got me. I snorted loudly. Ooni mumbled something in Finnish and then rolled to his side. I turned off my phone, smiling at the ceiling. How wrong was it that I hoped we lost next time our teams met up?
Chapter Nine
Baskoro
My house was the noisiest house in the entire history of mankind.
Liam had crashed on the couch by the looks, and his head shot up when the floorboards screamed like a demon ten steps through the door. Even after I had taken off my shoes at the door and had ninja crept along the house betrayed me. And after I had just polished the hardwood floors last week. Talk about gratitude.
“Hey,” he groggily said, sitting up and turning off the latest episode of Strange New Worlds. His sight flickered down to the bag of Taco Bell in my right hand and a bag from Wal-Mart that held some cold meds in my left. A good lie requires props. “You look rough.”
