Page 30 of Offside

It was just a picture of his towel-clad body in a foggy bathroom mirror. His face was a blur in the steam, but he’d drawn Metal in the condensation with a heart around it. I was such a sucker for his muscles, and he knew it, but I was an even bigger mess when it came to the flashes of water-colored ink on his legs–I apparently really loved tattoos.

He showed me all of them a few weeks ago, and I would still look at those pictures with my mouth watering like a dog.

Who’d have thought tattoos and that surprise piercing would be the things I went stupid for?

MetalMonkey: Hi! I’m so sorry–I swear I was not freaking out or anything. I broke my phone last night and just got my new one, but YES! Please! Dinner, TV–I’ll take half an hour of you just telling me I’m pretty or something, but I will be dying to talk to you by then–I already am.

MetalMonkey: And since you had to wait, I’ll make this one good, but I’m at work, so add that to the spice factor of it.

Excitedly, I took my phone and peeled off my practice jersey and padding before heading off to the showers.

I never sent him anything when I was anywhere but home, but this felt like one of those exceptions you might make.

Or maybe I just really missed him and needed to do something to make up for this, even if he’d end up saying it was fine.

A picture would do, and he’d be happy, but I wouldn’t be. I wanted it to be better, so I went as far back in the showers as I could, out of sight from most of the room. I opened up the camera, switching it to video and taking hold of my half-hard dick to stroke it a little for him.

I was half focused on the little noises that could be my teammates and the other half focused on how amazing just this felt–apparently, I like the thrill of doing this so publicly for him.

It was just supposed to be a short video, but fuck–it felt too good to stop. I needed to, if only because anyone could walk in here at any moment, but it was so hard when my brain was swimming in the now hundreds of images I had stored of Knight.

The images, the videos–oh god, the pretty noises he made when he came. I could almost hear him gasping out pet names and praises for me.

But I was good.

I stopped.

I sent the video off, focusing on the now-cold shower to make the feelings die down.

Knight liked it when we did it together, and I was feeling oddly insecure right now, so I really needed that time later with him.

By the time I was out of the shower and calmed down, I had a message waiting for me. I had to act calm and collected while I got changed, especially because Landon was looking at me weirdly the whole time–I was apparently acting out of character.

I’d have to be back in the arena within an hour for a game, but I had high hopes that Landon and I would do okay tonight. We were doing better in practice all week, and he seemed to be in a better mood for a while, so things were looking up professionally.

And personally.

I was doing great.

BaskarKnight: Wow…You sure know how to make up for radio silence. It is an awful fucking shame that I’m at work and can’t do anything about the, uh…ache you just caused. Please tell me there's another video waiting to be sent for some gratification?

MetalMonkey: Nope. Decided to stop so we can do it together later. I really didn’t want to, but I think I kind of need it more later… I feel weird right now, and I don’t really know why–I feel like I upset you.

BaskarKnight: You didn’t! Don’t worry, baby. I’m not the slightest bit upset–I was worried, for sure, but my attitude is all fixed up now. I’m proud of you for admitting that to me, though–I normally have to pry that stuff out of you, so thank you.

BaskarKnight: And I can’t wait to do it later with you–I think I need it, too. I did spend a portion of the day thinking you were backing away from me, so a little time tonight with you in my ear sounds actually perfect.

MetalMonkey: …You really just had to throw that in there. Couldn’t you just let me get my lunch in peace? No? I had to have a pain in my dick the whole time, just for your amusement?”

BaskarKnight: Aw, come on, baby… Don’t be mad at me now. I can turn into a pain in your ass just as fast.

BaskarKnight: In both the way that makes you groan playfully and that other way.

There was a stumble in my walk out of the arena.

We’d avoided talking about certain things for two months.

One of those things was…uh…that.