“There’s more of that,” Trav says.
We go through the comments together, and I’m stunned that there’s such a public display of support.
“Listen to this one,” Trav says. “‘Beau Bozeman and Travis Showalter are a dream team, exactly what fans watch hockey for. It’s hard watching both of them separately, and tonight, I hope we get a glimpse of that magic only they create together.’”
“Ooh, a Huskies fan commented. ‘They’re playing against each other. Beau is a Husky now, where he belongs.’”
“‘He belongs where Showalter is,’” Travis reads.
He closes his phone screen and exhales slowly.
“What are you thinking, Trav?”
“It’s nice to have fan support like that.”
“But?”
“I feel like I’m disappointing them. I’m not myself without you.”
Rolling over, I climb on top of him, pressing him into the mattress, our soft cocks rubbing together. “I’m not the source of your skills. That’s all you. You’ll find it again.”
His eyes soften as he runs his hands down my back to my ass. “Maybe I will.”
“If you want to really shut them down, you can give me hell tonight.”
He shakes his head. “I can’t.”
“You have to. I’m not gonna take it easy on you just because I like your dick.”
He sputters a laugh, reaching up to pull me down with a hand on the back of my neck. We collide, kissing hot and fast, our bodies wrapped around each other. We really don’t have enough time for more sex, but I almost don’t care.
“We need to shower and get ready,” I mumble against his delicious lips.
“I know,” he groans, grinding his cock into mine.
We’re both getting hard again. “Together?”
“Fuck yeah.”
“Then I have to figure out how to get out of here without being seen.”
“Fuck that,” Trav says. “It’s not like the team doesn’t expect me to see you.”
“True.”
“The guys teased me on the plane. Said I looked like a kid on Christmas.”
That makes me smile.
“Did anyone on your team say anything?”
“Nah, we’re not close enough yet.”
“No chirping?”
“They don’t do that much with each other. Save it all for the ice. They’re… nice.”
“Nice? Hockey players?”