Oak
I woke slowly, warmth suffusing my body. Something was tickling my nose, though. I turned my head, raising my hand to swipe at my face. My fingers caught in something soft but tangled.
Sebastian made a noise of complaint. “M’hair.”
I winced, extracting my fingers carefully. “Sorry.”
The warm weight of him—what I’d originally taken for a cozy blanket—vanished as he rolled away.
Wait.
My eyes snapped open, and I immediately squinted at the sunlight pouring through the windows. It was morning.
I jolted upright. “Fuck!”
“What?” Sebastian blinked at me. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s morning, Seb. Why did you let me sleep here?” I threw back the blankets and scrambled out of the bed. “You know how my dad gets. He’s gonna flip out.”
“I didn’t let you do anything!” he exclaimed, pushing himself upright against the headboard. “I fell asleep. I guess we both fell asleep.”
I grabbed my T-shirt from the floor. “Great. Really fucking great.”
Sebastian shrank back against the headboard. Damn it. This wasn’t his fault.
“I’m sorry,” I said, putting a knee on the bed and reaching for him. “It’s my fault. I should have been more careful.” I kissed him gently. “I love being here. It’s just so hard to leave.”
“Maybe…” He bit his lip, hesitant.
“What?”
He swallowed. “Well, maybe you could tell your dad.”
I shook my head.
“Not about me,” he said quickly. “But that you’ve got a girlfriend or…or something. He wouldn’t worry about you staying out if you were with someone you were serious about, right?”
I sat back to pull my shirt over my head. “I wish it were that simple.”
“Why isn’t it?”
“If I say I’ve got a girlfriend, they’ll want to meet her. Especially a serious one.”
“Oh.”
“I can’t…” I chewed my inner cheek. “They wouldn’t take this well.” I waved between us. “Not because they’re bigots or anything, but hockey is like a religion to my dad. He doesn’t want me to do anything to endanger it.”
“And being with me would do that,” Sebastian said quietly.
It wasn’t a question. We both knew the truth.
“Fuck it.” I pulled out my phone. “I’ll just text him and my mom to let them know I’m fine. How about we play hookey today?”
“It’s pronounced hock-key. You play it all the time, so you should know—”
I tackled him to the bed, making him laugh. “Okay, Smart-Asstian.”
“Ugh, you’ve got a ridiculous number of nicknames for me.”
“Mm.” I nuzzled into his neck, and his breath hitched. “You make it too easy with your sass.”
“Yeah,” he said, voice going breathy.
I rubbed against him. “What do you say? Want to spend the day with me?”
He wrapped his legs around my hips. “Gonna fuck me?”
“If you want me to.”
He arched his hips up, practically begging for more. “Please.”
Fucking Sebastian was much, much more appealing than facing my dad. If only I could bury myself in him and hide from the world forever.
I drew back to shed the clothes I’d just put on. Sebastian was blissfully naked already. I flipped him onto his stomach, and he got his knees under him, raising his ass in invitation.
Fuck yes. I was so glad we’d taken the step of getting tested at the student health center. Along with a prescription for PreP, we were both in the clear to fuck without condoms.
I grabbed the lube from the top of Sebastian’s nightstand. We’d stopped bothering to keep it in a drawer after the first couple of times we fucked. I poured some slippery, cool gel onto my fingers and rubbed them together to warm it.
Then I parted his ass cheeks and slipped two fingers inside him.
He took me easily, tensing only for the briefest second as I pushed the lube inside him. I pumped my fingers a couple of times. “Good?”
“Yeah. Yeah. Do it.”
I reached under him, fondling his balls, then strained to find his hard cock. I pulled it under him, dipping down to tongue the tip. He gasped and widened his legs, giving me more room to play.
I heated him up, fluttering my tongue over his frenulum while tugging and rolling his balls in my left hand.
“Oak, please…”
I drew back, spreading his ass and notching my cockhead against his fluttering hole. “You ready for me?”
“Yes, do it already, plea—”
I pushed inside, and he cut off with a choked sound. My dick was still a lot bigger than two fingers, but Sebastian had taken me enough times that he adjusted pretty quickly. I gave him a few seconds, and as soon as his body relaxed, I retreated in a slow, steady drag out of him.
This was my favorite part. I watched Sebastian quiver, trying to wait me out, until with a whimper, he shoved himself back on my dick, taking me deep. We both groaned, swept away by sensation.
Without the condom between us, he was so fucking hot inside. Jesus. My eyes rolled up in my head.
“Oak,” he urged. “C’mon. Fuck me.”
My hips rolled, complying even without my brain fully processing his words. Instinct guided me into a steady thrust. I held his hips tight, pulling him back onto my dick. Not that he was resisting. He pushed into my hands, begging for more without words.
“So fucking good,” I gasped, spearing deep.
He groaned and grabbed his cock, stroking it. “Wanna come on your dick this time. Wanna do it with you inside. Fuck.”
Every time we’d had sex, I’d come first. I just couldn’t hold back long enough to get him there. But I was determined this time. I sat back, pulling Sebastian with me, so he was sitting on my lap, my cock buried deep inside him.
He gasped and threw an arm around the back of my neck, holding on. The position arched his back, letting me slip deeper inside him. I reached around his waist to grasp his cock.
“Ride me, Seb,” I murmured in his ear. “Take what you need.”
He moved his hips tentatively. I clutched his left side, helping guide him into a sinuous roll. He groaned deep and ground down on me. “There. God. Right there.”
I stroked his cock faster. “That’s it. Take what you need. Come on my dick, baby. I want to see you come all over yourself while you ride me.”
I angled his cock up as I stroked it, ensuring the cum shot would hit him. His head tipped down. His breathing went ragged as he watched me jerk his dick in long, steady strokes.
He swiveled his hips, then rolled them, and my body couldn’t resist bucking up, pushing deeper inside him as he worked himself on me. “Yeah, like that. Just like that.”
My climax was approaching, but I refused to give in, damn it.
Sebastian was going to come first, even if I died of blue balls. I gritted my teeth and stroked him faster.
“Oh, fuck, Oak.” Sebastian went rigid, every muscle tensing tight, even his ass, and then his cock pulsed in my hand.
I aimed it toward him, still stroking, watching cum streak his red, sweaty skin—and shattered into a mind-bending climax. All those times I’d come before were good, sure. But holding out for Sebastian, experiencing the pleasure crashing through him, the reverberations echoing through me, was ten times better.
I held on, both of us shaking apart, and then we collapsed in a heap of tangled limbs on the bed.
We breathed together, our hearts gradually slowing, and peeled apart. Sebastian gave a breathless laugh. “Well, that was a fun way to start the day.”
I rubbed his hip. “Sure was.”
“What now?”
I thought about that. My dad would be pissed no matter what time I returned home. I’d been serious about spending the day with Sebastian. We’d holed up in his room to finish the edits on our project. We’d studied together, hooked up, and after last night, slept together.
But it was getting a little claustrophobic, only seeing each other in this tiny oasis. I wanted to experience more with him.
“Road trip?” I suggested.
His eyes lit up. “Really?”
“Why not? I’ve already poked the bear. Might as well give him a good reason to growl. I’m gonna blow off class today. What do you say, Seb? Are you willing to run wild with me?”
He grinned. “Just bring it on.”
***
We picked a random town within driving distance—about 70 minutes—on the map and headed for Periwinkle, Nebraska. Luckily, Sebastian was down for taking his VW Jetta. I technically had an SUV, but it was kind of an on-lease-from-the-family situation. There was no way to take it without seeing my dad or explaining I planned to take off for the day.
That would ruin my whole plan to avoid him until the game tonight.
Sebastian pulled into a gas station. “Okay, we need road trip snacks.”
“Really? You just grabbed breakfast at the dorm.”
He shrugged. “I don’t make the rules.” He slapped my thigh. “Come on. I know all about your game day secret. We’ll get you a Krispy Kreme for later.”
My face heated. “I told you that in confidence.”
He grinned. “And I think it’s adorable that you eat something so sugary out of superstition, Mr. Health Freak.”
“It was an accident,” I grumbled as I opened my car door. “I wasn’t supposed to play. My high school coach told me I was benched for hogging the puck.”
Sebastian gasped. “You wouldn’t!”
“I did,” I admitted with a chuckle. “Not to sound like a dick, but a lot of the guys on the team couldn’t play for shit. I didn’t pass to them because I didn’t trust them to make the play. But well, it’s a team sport, and my coach took issue with me. Dad took issue with him. As a result, I got my ice time, and I was on fire that night. Every shot I made went in. We won the game easily. Coach Andrews came to me and said if I was gonna be a diva, that’s how I had to do it. Every game. Otherwise, he really would bench my ass next time. So of course I had to eat a Krispy Kreme every game day. To ensure I kept delivering.”
“Of course,” Sebastian said in the tone of a person who didn’t get the importance of ritual.
It wasn’t about what was in my stomach. It was psychological. If I could repeat the same steps I took before every game, then I could repeat the outcome. A little hockey logic that didn’t work for everybody, but it’d gotten me through years of competition at this point, so I wasn’t going to change it.
“If you think that’s funny,” I said, “just wait until I take a nap while you drive home later.”
“Uh, what?”
“Pre-game nap. It’s a must.”
Sebastian laughed as he grabbed every kind of candy bar within reach: Kit-Kat, Twix, Snickers, Reece’s Peanut Butter Cups. He added a bag of licorice, a box of Hot Tamales, and three bags of Sour Patch Kids.
“Wow, okay. I knew hockey was your life, but damn. I haven’t taken naps since I was three.”
“And no wonder, if you eat this much sugar,” I muttered.
My phone chirped. I checked my texts. “Shit.”
“What’s wrong?”
“My dad.”
Sebastian peered over my shoulder.
CoachDad:
Where are you, Oak? Your mom has been worried sick. We’ve got a game tonight. You better not be hungover.
“CoachDad, huh?” Sebastian said. “That must be hard, having a dad who’s always your coach.”
“Yeah.”
I hovered over the text message. I didn’t want to get into a debate about me coming home. But I didn’t want to worry them.
I settled for a simple, I’m fine. I’ll be at the game tonight.
My phone rang, his name flashing on the screen. No. I couldn’t deal with him right now. Bad enough he would lecture me when we were face-to-face again. I wasn’t going to stand here and let my boyfriend watch me get yelled at by my father.
That was so not sexy.
I let it ring through to voicemail. Then it started up again. I let out harsh breath. “Damn it.”
“You can turn it off,” Sebastian suggested.
I hesitated. “Okay.”
“Unless you want to talk to him? That’s okay too.”
“Fuck no.” I powered down my phone, letting out a long breath. It was as if I’d shed a fifty-pound weight. “A Dad-free day sounds pretty good.”
Sebastian took his haul to the checkout. “Good. Grab your Krispy Kreme, and let’s go.”
I bought a couple of protein snacks along with the doughnut. I’d have to wait to eat it until much closer to the game. But still, it was nice that Sebastian had remembered—even if it was a little embarrassing.
I was so rigid with my diet that he’d been gobsmacked when I confessed to him that I wasn’t always afraid to eat sugar. Truth was, eating that doughnut gave me a sense of control over myself that my diet restrictions didn’t.
It was the one thing I did for me—and it gave me the confidence to take the ice, that little secret tucked close to my heart—that my dad had made me the player I was, but he didn’t dictate every single move I made.