Tuesday, December 6, 2011


Shana didn’t bother to cover her face or feign quiet.  She just laughed out loud right in my face.  “You lasted what, a whole week?  Oh man, Skinner must have something serious going on in the bedroom department....”

“SHUT UP!” I whispered so loudly I could have yelled it.  People were turning their heads, hopefully not at the mention of Jeff’s name.  Or bedroom.  Shana waved me off.

“Jeeeeeeez, for someone getting laid so much you’re awfully tense.”

“I just...,” I looked down at my sandwich.  “I don’t want to lose my internship.  I really like it there!”

I hadn’t told anyone but I hoped to pursue a job with the Canes after graduation.  That was more than six months away and just a pipe dream at this point - one that could easily be washed away.  

“They’re not gonna fire Skinner’s girlfriend.  They could just send your work to the women’s prison.  I think they have computers in jail,” she deadpanned before cracking a smile.  “Think how popular he’d be on visiting day.”

I threw a potato chip at her.  “He wants to tell his teammates.  He already told Eric.”

“Of course he knew, Tori.  Jeff can’t keep a secret - blushes so much he looks like Elmo.”  She brought her hand to her mouth and bit her fist.  “You think Skinns really learned all this toe-curling action from you?  Sorry, Dumbledore.  You’ve probably been getting the patented Staal treatment all along.”  

A very inappropriate image of a very married father popped into my head, and I blushed too.  It was pretty impossible not to when talking about Eric.  Or seeing him, or thinking about him at all.  “I, uh...,” I squelched back a giggle even saying this out loud.  “I told Jeff if he was going to tell Eric, then bring back something useful.  Like something he could teach me.”

Shana tipped her head back and growled like a hungry lioness.

“Tori said I could tell you.”  

I may have jogged from the car to the locker room, or at least walked really fast.  Eric was right where I expected and nothing could stop me from announcing the good news.

“You already told me,” he pointed out.

“But now we’re dating.”  I said more quietly.  “She’s my girlfriend.”

Eric’s eyebrows went up like he was impressed.  Then he glanced at the space between us, which I’d closed by leaning in to keep this secret.  It registered with me just a second too late.

“Hey guys, Skinner’s got a girlfriend!” he shouted.

“Oh my God, you....”  My curse was lost in a hail of catcalls and whistles, flying pieces of equipment and someone giving me a noogie.  It was like the first day of camp when Coach reminded everyone I’d won the Calder Trophy.  They were so proud I should have been insulted.

“Finally gonna get someone out of her prom dress?” Cam said, ruffling my hair.

“Careful rounding second base, Skinns,” La Rose said letting me out of the headlock.  “You’re gonna need those hands on the ice.”

In one of those moments where all noise falls suddenly silent at the most inopportune time, Anthony Stewart stood up from his seat and asked, “Who is it?”

Everyone was looking at me.  I was beyond blushing, past Hurricane red.  My heart pounded.  It was my secret but not for my reason, something I wanted to celebrate and shout from the roof.  Still I had to respect her job and....

Oops, too slow.

“Tori,” Zac said, voice calling from the back of the room.  For some reason the guys all turned to face at him.  My road roommate just looked at me and shrugged.  

“You talk in your sleep, bro.”

The moment of quiet was shattered by an ear-splitting wolf whistle that was quickly drowned out with shouting.  Cam even did a goal scoring dance - extra special since he’d never scored a goal in his life.  I got more hugs and slaps than a shootout game winner, nearly buried under a dogpile of flying bodies and fear.  When finally the crush relaxed, Eric still had his arm around my shoulders.

“Relax,” he said, steering me out of the locker room.  “Tell everyone now and by graduation it’s old news.  They’ll hire her and know exactly what they’re getting.  Now, let’s talk.”

Five minutes later I was facing the wall while Eric went more detail than a phone sex operator.  I couldn’t look at him, could hardly breathe for fear I’d burst out laughing. I hadn’t been so fidgety since middle school health class.

“She comes, right?  I mean, you know how to make her...?”

“Yes,” I groaned.  Dear God, let me die.

“Well is she a toucher or a rubber?”

“A what?!”

He rolled his eyes at my naivete.  “Does she like to touch herself to get off, or does she rub up against you more?”

“She going to like killing me for discussing this,” I muttered.  “But she touches herself.”

He gave me a brotherly punch to the ribs.  “Okay, here’s what you want to do....”

Reading was futile.  The letters wouldn’t line up in front of my eyes, words transposed themselves and I had attempted the same line of text at least eight times.  I doubted my management text book as really talking about a puppy buying a top hat.  But I sat there and stared dutifully at the page until my phone rang, making me flinch.

“Hi,” Jeff said.  

“Hi.”  I admit I got a little frisky with the couch while saying it.

“Whatcha doing?”

Trying not to faint.  “Nothing.”

“Can I come over?”

Hell to the fucking yes.  “You can.”

Knock knock.

I screamed, short and sharp, then skidded across the floor and ran for the door.  Jeff must have been pushing because it came open when it was only halfway unlocked.  His hand took it all the way open till it slammed against the wall.  Jeff wore jeans, a winter coat open over a stretchy white t-shirt and his hair still wet from the shower.

“Your neighbor let me in downstairs,” he said, holding the knob like it was holding him up.  

A sweat was breaking out on my forehead.  My jeans and long-sleeved top suddenly felt like a snowsuit.  I tugged at the neck that threatened to choke me.  Jeff let go of the door only when I’d given him something else to hold on to.  His fingers curled into the collar of my shirt, fingers brushing the skin and fabric pulling tight.  I thought he might rip it off me; the thought made me breathless.  Instead he just stepped into my space.

“Bed.  Now.”

We ran.  Jeff caught me just inside the room.  I expected him to tackle me onto the wide flat mattress, already felt his weight crushing me beneath his perfect body.  Instead one strong arm snatched me back to standing.  The other pushed right into the front of my pants.

“Oh wow,” I said.  He was already slipping past the cusp with steady, sure hands.

“Mmmm, you’ve been thinking about me.”  He dragged a single fingertip through the slick cleft in my body.  His bicep was flexed to full, squeezing me tight.

“Who are you and what have you done with Jeff Skinner?” I laughed.  My hormones were going crazy.  I wanted him and I wanted whatever game he was playing and most of all I wanted his fingers to finish what they were starting.  

Jeff drew his lips up my neck, matching the motion of his hand as it teased me out.  “I could get used to knowing what I’m doing.”

“Me too,” I said.
He certainly knew what he wanted.  Popping open the button on my jeans, he shoved them down my thighs before pulling my shirt off over my head.  Jeff stayed behind me, lifting and cupping my breasts, grinding himself against my backside.  When he hooked his fingers into the sides of my panties I whimpered.

“Get on your knees,” he said softly into my ear.

“Get over here and let me have you,” I hissed, trying to turn around.  But Jeff’s hands were hard on my shoulders.

“You asked for this, Tori.”

My legs were trapped together by my half-down jeans.  He guided me to my knees, then leaned over and pulled my arms up till they were over my head, stretched out on the bed.  Only then did he move down behind me.  I lay my chest out across the blanket and let my ass hang there, equal parts daring and begging him to take me.  But before his zipper even opened, his mouth was on my skin.

“Ohmygod,” I gasped.  Jeff had me bent over the corner, his hands spreading the back of my thighs and touched his tongue to my aching slit.  The tip slipped just between my folds, barely enough pressure to part my skin and send a shower of sparks through my lower body.  Then he did it again, harder.  Much harder.  He full-on kissed me like he meant it and let his tongue do the talking.

“Mother of....”  I twisted fists of comforter as Jeff moved his hands over my ass, griping and spreading his way deep inside me with nothing more than his mouth.  Then he pumped two fingers in.  I tried to buck on his hand, but Jeff pushed my hips forward until my clit rubbed against the corner of the bed.

The moan surprised even me.  It surely startled my neighbors.  I felt like oil splashing into a hot pan: instantly searing, bubbling, popping.  The soft fabric of the blanket was like sandpaper against my hyper-sensitive skin.  Instantly I brought a hand down to touch myself, to compliment what he was doing with a little work of my own.  I’d come in seconds, and do it screaming.  But Jeff caught my arm and held it fast across my back.  Then he forced my hips forward again.  I rolled hard against the edge.  It was in the right place, and rigid enough, but I wanted to come that fucking second and nothing but my hand worked that fast.

Exactly what he’s after, I realized as his tongue dove back into my honeypot.  Between his mouth and the mattress I was shaking.

Tori was coming apart and I was right behind her.  Forcing myself not to rip her front door off the hinges had been tough enough, but finding her soft and wet, like she’d been thinking about what I might do to her... I lapped another taste of sweetness from her peach, heard her breath catch, reminded myself to push hard when I forced her down against the side of the bed.  Eric’s technique was clearly working - almost too well.

I let go of Tori’s arm, trusting that she wouldn’t try to help herself again, and had my own pants open in a flash.  Our position had stretched my jeans tight across the lap and my raging hard-on was trying to beat itself free.  I growled at the clench of my own fist and squeezed even harder.

“Baby, oh God,” she moaned.  I wanted to touch her clit as badly as she did, to make her scream out loud, to taste that kind  of victory.  But Eric had been very specific - no cheating.  Tori would come in a whole new way and I’d be the one who gave it to her.

But my body couldn’t wait.  Thirty seconds of flicking my wrist; I pulled the side of my pants up and drained a hot load right against the fabric.  It was rough and harsh, nothing like the swollen softness passing beneath my lips.  But I’d get there soon enough, and be ready again even sooner.  I growled as my body betrayed me and doubled my efforts on Tori.  She went so hard against the bed her knees lifted off the floor.  She cried out.

“What was that?” I asked teasingly.


I pushed again and held her there, rocking my weight to push and drag her against that corner.  Tori cursed in a husky voice that broke off in mid-sentence.


My lips met her body at just the moment to push my tongue along her slit and open the gates.  She buried a scream in the blanket and came hard: spilling hot and sweet, hissing as my mouth followed.  Tori’s back arched and brought her clit down against the bed again.

“Fuuuuuck,” she breathed, riding out the last of it.  I’d lapped and licked and finally kissed her secret place as she fell still.  Her hair was everywhere and her arms flung uselessly overhead like a dead body.

“I can’t... believe... you did that.”  She rolled her head till one eye peeked between the dark blond strands.  I hauled myself up next to her and quickly send my shirt and pants.  Her eyes tracked down my body to the wet stain on my shorts.  “I guess you liked it too.”

I turned my face away, fighting the urge to blush.  It wasn’t embarrassing.  She was so hot and ripe that she’d made me come without doing anything other than giving herself up.   It was the most incredible thing I’d ever done.  Nothing about my trademark awkwardness applied to what had just happened.  The heat receded from my face, though I was still grinning like a kid at Christmas.

“I definitely liked it,” I pulled her up till she was laying flat, naked, next to me.  My hands traced the scene of the crime, her sticky inner thighs marked with tracks from my fingertips.  She parted her legs to give me more access.  

She wants this so much.  She wants me.

My cock twitched immediately.  We were far from done.  Eric had given me so many ideas and already put a win on the board.  I’d make it a best-of-seven series and see if either Tori or myself could still walk at the end of the first round.  I already knew I’d be the winner.  She rolled easily as I turned her onto her back and climbed on top.  Tori eached up for me.

“I had no idea you’d be such a good student.”

I kissed her softly, the taste of her mouth mingling with the taste of her body.  I really hoped that box of condoms was within arm’s reach.

“I still need practice.  Then there are quizzes and tests...,” I punctuated my list with kisses.  

“There is a lot to learn.”  Her hands were moving south.  My eyes rolled back as her fingers found their mark.  I couldn’t keep the smile off my face.

“I might even have to pull an all-nighter.”


Author’s Note: You guys are the absolute best.  I apologize it took so long to cap off this story - life just got in the way!  Thanks for sticking around til the end and I’ll have a new story coming up soon.  Love, always! Juliet

Saturday, December 3, 2011

I'm so sorry!

You guys!  I owe you this last chapter BIG TIME and I'm really sorry it's taking me so long.  I have been so busy and I've written myself into a corner - I need something *awesome* for this finale!  Soon, I promise.  Like tomorrow. :)

Saturday, November 26, 2011


I couldn’t say if the Canes won or lost the game.  Jeff hit Seguin once, hard, and got a huge cheer for it.  Or maybe that was just me yelling.  Fifty nine and a half other minutes passed, I ran from the suite to my car.  By the time Jeff was in the locker room there was a text waiting for him.

Get over here.

I hustled in my front door, chucked my stuff onto the couch and... stopped.  What was I doing?  Why was I so flustered?  And surely the way my heart hammered couldn’t be good for my life expectancy.  A glance in the mirror confirmed it - I was blushing worse than Jeff.  A nervous giggle bubbled up and I couldn’t stop it.

I should have bought something new.  I should have thought of something.  He’d been here before, he’d been with me... why did this feel so different?  My phone buzzed.

On my way.

I brushed my teeth, my hair, changed into cuter, dry underwear then put all my clothes back on and had a spaz attack every time someone drove past out front.  Finally, one stopped.  Two minutes later Jeff’s feet were thumping up the stairs.

He barged through the open door and crashed into me at nearly full speed.  Dark suit, damp hair; like a superhero who’d barely had time to change.  His mouth was still smiling when it came down on mine, nervous and excited.  We stumbled toward the bedroom, hands full of each other.

“Hi,” he said brightly, bumping against the foot of my mattress.  We raced through our clothes - my shirt over my head, Jeff’s button’s flying, his zipper pulling, my feet caught in my pants.  It was a photo finish that left us admiring each other in our underwear for just a second before falling into bed.  And it was just another second before Jeff was slipping out of my arms, over the edge of the mattress, a pulling my ankles along with him.  

“Jeff you.... ooooohhhh,” I moaned, my hips twisted against the bed as Jeff dragged his tongue right up my sweet spot.  He flicked the tip between the folks, rolled it against my clit and then let his soft lips tug gently until I moaned again.

Where’d he learn how to...?

“That helps,” he laughed, kissing my thigh.


“When you tell me you like it.”  Those deep brown eyes peeked up at me - I knew he was blushing, trying to hide it.  How easily I forgot that Jeff was still Jeff no matter what happened between us.

“I like it,” I said officially.  “I really like it.”

He laughed and went back to work.  A heartbeat later I was moaning again.

“Oh my God.” I had two handfuls of his hair but he didn’t need any guidance.  There wasn’t much he could do down there that wouldn’t feel good, but he was definitely hitting the highlights.  As keyed up as I’d been all night, it was like stoking a fire.  From the way he moved eagerly, aiming for whatever made me squirm, Jeff was definitely enjoying himself.  He pushed two fingers in where his tongue had just been.  I whimpered as he moved them the way I’d taught him.  Another slow pull of his tongue and I was sure I’d die.

My breath heaved.  Jeff’s other hand held my thigh so tight I would probably bruise.  But we were lost in the chase and very near the capture.  I pushed down against him, rewarded with another strong push back.

“Jeff, I’m gonna....”

He double his efforts.  Maybe tripled.  Friction like fireworks burst hot across every inch of me.  Jeff drew my clit between his lips and sucked firmly.

I came, no breath left to moan so all he heard was “Fuuuuuuck” soft as a whisper.  But he got the message as my body rippled hard against his thick fingers, forced in as far as they could go.  He pulled them free with a wet pop and licked right through the pleasure I was spilling.  Jeff didn’t stop till the panting and twisting had run themselves out.  

I was sprawled out lifeless on the bed.  He kneeled alongside me, so hard it looked painful, and took a moment to brush the hair from my face before hauling me back up the bed.  Then he reached for a condom.

I don’t know which is better.

The way Tori lay tossed across the comforter, completely spent from me having ripped an orgasm from her perfect, tight little body.  They way only her eyes moved as they watched me unroll the thin film down the length of my shaft.  Or maybe knowing that we weren’t done, not by a longshot, and the next thing would feel so good I might die.

So many good things.

I pushed Tori’s thighs apart with my knees.  Her soft peach had tasted so sweet I almost felt bad for the way I planned to assault her.  But already my cock was straining toward the spot, pressing past the tiny opening and spreading her like butter.  She reached for me and I planted myself deep inside.

“Baby,” she whispered, kissing my mouth.

Maybe I don’t feel bad after all.

I wrapped my arms around Tori’s back, held her shoulders, and moved.  Her ass shifted into my lap so I was nearly holding her off the bed, hunched around her and riding against the tightness.  She locked her ankles behind me, tucked her face into my neck and I could feel her breath falter on every stroke.  I puller her down onto me with enough force to end it all, but I couldn’t stop pushing up to meet her.  Everything doubled and already my mind was going fuzzy around the edges.  

“Jeff,” she said.  Then she said it again.

I gotta slow down or I’m gonna...

But it was too late.  Tori’s body absorbed every thrust, begging for more.  I closed my eyes against the dizziness but darkness made it worse.  I tried to focus on hockey or bag skates or anything to buy myself time, but the slick stroke of our bodies together made it impossible to last more than three minutes inside her.

“Oh God,” I grunted as I came.  It turned into a long, low growl, Tori nailed to the bed, as I rolled my lower body as hard as I could, forcing everything deep.  My orgasm poured out like a bottle held upside down - glug, gasp, glug, gasp.  Relief and release swam in my head as Tori held on tight.  When I collapsed on top of her, she giggled.  I couldn’t move.  We were still fitted together and I was happy to wake up that way in the morning.  

As if I’d make it till the morning before I need her again.

“Sorry,” I whispered.  Tori and I were something official now, and it was not the time to be disappointing her by blowing my load in less than a TV timeout.  But I couldn’t have gone another shift for anything in the world.

Rookie mistake.

But she just laughed weakly beneath my chest.  “It’s true what they say.”

“What’s that?” I asked, instantly scared to dissappoint.

“Nice guys do finish last.”

“Jeff,” I tried to say but it came out like a giggle, “you have to stop.”

I pushed at his thick hair, losing again the fight against all the strength in his heavy, compact body.  His shoulders barely moved.


“Because I’m going to die.”

He looked up from between my legs.  The sleeve of his t-shirt was pushed up to his shoulder where my calf had been moving against his arm.  His hair was a dishelveled mess and the blanket we’d bee laying under was wrapped around us like a vine.  I was on my back, legs over his shoulders, for about the tenth time in five hours.

“But I like it.”

He said it in the same voice he used to like a hat or a movie.  What reason could there possibly be to not have something you wanted?

“Please, baby.  Come up here.”

He shrugged, got to his feet and threw himself into the space between my back and the couch.  There wasn’t room for us to lay together, so Jeff just held on and we snuggled closer.  I’d given up putting my pants back on hours ago - they just kept disappearing again.

Jeff wore a dark blue t-shirt and gray boxer briefs.  His thighs were thick and hard, impressive to see but even more impressive to feel pressed up behind mine as we spooned in close quarters.  Warmth seeped from his body into mine, uncoiling my muscles and making me sleepy.  He cupped one big hand around my breast.

“Tomorrow I’m buying you a bigger couch,” he announced.

“Why, so you can get away from me?”

Jeff kissed just behind my ear.  “So there’s room for me to be inside you like this.”  He thrust his hips for emphasis and nearly pushed me off the couch.  When I was safely back aboard, he’d shifted me higher and I felt his length against my ass.  He wasn’t hard - yet.

“You are a robot,” I laughed.

“You never should have taught me that thing you like with my fingers.”  They were already moving southward on my stomach.  I was sore and spent but the push of his hand made me bite my lip against the pain.  Jeff stopped just below my navel and slid his hand to rest over the point of my hip.  I sighed in relief.

Tori and I never made it to bed, we fell asleep on her couch.  And so we never heard her alarm in the morning.  She woke just in time to get me up for practice.

“Jeff, it’s late, we gotta go.”  

My face was somehow between her breasts and there was no fucking way I was going anywhere, ever again.

“Come on, I have class.”

One of my hands was under her shirt, and her nipple was hard in one pinch.

“Oh my God stop!” she tried to climb free but I wouldn’t let her free.  I rubbed the pad of my thumb over it again, rolling the shape beneath my finger.  It felt like my entire body: swollen, aching, trying to be closer to her.  I had that shirt off in a second and dragged my tongue over the same spot.

“Fuck,” she said under her breath.  But she was already taking my growing length in her hand.  With my fingers now free, I quickly felt how ready she was to go again.  Spreading her apart with my fingers was a sure way to make her moan.  Good thing we’d left the box of condoms on the coffee table.

“Weren’t there like fifty in here?” she asked, tipping the box over.

“Thanks, I’m flattered, but I think it was twelve.”

“You’ve been here one night.”

I shrugged.  “Okay, maybe eight.”

“Christ on a...,” she mumbled, showing me the last foil packet.  I’d be stopping by the wholesale store on my way back from practice for sure.  “Come on.”

I followed her naked backside to the bathroom and watched her lean over to switch it to shower.  The condom was on before the water and I didn’t care if we were clean or dirty.  Tori stepped beneath the spray.

Her skin was soft beneath my hands.  The water beaded across her shoulders, soaking her hair, tracking down her face until it slowed at her lips.  I kissed it free.  She turned away and angled her ass out toward me.  I didn’t need to be asked twice.

Slipping inside her Tori from behind was the dirtiest thing I’d ever done.  The curve of her waist and flare of her ass, all bare and begging for me, was almost pornographic.  Her fingers splayed on the tile wall.  I positioned myself behind her and angled myself to the spot.

“I should be at practice,” I said, the squeeze of her body still amazing after so many times.

“You don’t need any more practice,” she told me.  

I exhaled slowly as her ass came to rest against my lap.  It wasn’t fair that it was so easy - her hips were like handles, so I grabbed on and held her while I stroked.

Fucking unbelievable.

“Nuuuhhhh,” was the best way to describe the noise I made.  She was completely tight, hot and completely at my mercy.  Tori moved when I moved her, where I moved her.  Pretty soon I was rocking her hard against her hands over her head.

“Jeff, of God,” she said.  My hands moved themsevles to her breasts, then brought her up to standing and we turned to face the closest wall.  Tori used her palms to keep slipping as I fucked her standing up.  Her wet hair stuck to my face, her back slapped against my chest.  I pistoned my legs up and down, using Tori’s body weight as ballast.  Soon her feet were barely on the floor.

“Jeff,” she whimpered.

“Am I hurting you?”

Tori shook her head.  “Harder.”

Well fuck.

I was going to kill us, either with a slip and fall or by putting her through the wall.  She pushed back, riding my lap, letting me steer.  I took her little noises as encouragement and hammered deep into that soft little spot as hard as I could.  My hand dropped and when I brushed her clit, she moaned.

“That’s right,” I said.  “Fuck yeah.”

I used three fingers.  The shower was no place for detail work.  Instead I rubbed my entire hand against her clit until she was trembling.

“Come on, baby,” I whispered.  “Come for me.”

“Yes, right there,” she rasped.  Tori was still teaching, still telling me exactly what worked.  I went for the spot hard with no mercy.  She yelped, then settled for heaving as I circled and pulled from the front while pounding from the back.  My sources were correct.

“Ohgod!” she cried out as she came.  I held her feet of the ground, one arm around her stomach, and felt an orgasm rip from her like a hurricane touching down, sending this flying and spinning.  Tori jerked against me so hard I gasped.  

“Fuck,” I grunted.  It was unstoppable.  Three more punishing thrusts and I was roaring out my own pleasure.  I flattened Tori to the wall and let her orgasm jerk me off right into my own.  “Fuck, baby, yes,” I said.  She sobbed out tiny breaths as I pumped myself dry.

Pulse still racing, I pulled my beated cock free and turned Tori.  Her mouth was as soft as the rest of her body.  We stood beneath the water kissing for what seemed like forever.

I pushed the hair from her face and held her face, looking into her eyes.

“Remember when you were awkward?” she smiled.


“Oh I do,” she teased.  “You had no idea how gorgeous you are...,” her hands dragged up my bare thighs, “or how hard it was for me to be around you.”

“You?  Around me?  I always...,” I said all at once, then slammed my mouth closed hard.


Blush.  It was hotter than the water pouring from the faucet.  God was there no end to the times I would feel like I didn’t deserve this?

“I always wanted this... you.  I wanted you.  I never wanted to be just friends.”

“I know,” I admitted.  There was no reason to hide it now, and no way to lie to his face.  All the time I’d been worried about hurting Jeff because I knew I was, at least a little.  I knew he wanted this.  By way of apology, I kissed his softly.

“I’ll be a good boyfriend,” he said, all eager like a puppy.  Who happened to be naked with his hands on my ass.  “And if you ever want to tell people - not now, but if you ever want to - they won’t be surprised.  Not the guys.  They’ve been giving me shit for liking you since last season.”

“You want to tell them.”

It was all over his face.  He knew my reasons were smart but that didn’t leave much room for being happy.  Jeff was so happy to be with my he wanted to tell everyone.  His perfect face was useless at hiding things.  The dimples gave him away.



He shrugged.  “They all think I’m so lame!  It’s hard to be the Justin Bieber of hockey when even he’s getting laid and I’m not.  Can I just tell Eric?”

I trusted Staal to know if we needed to be secret, and to keep ours if necessary.  But Jeff was still grinning like an idiot.  “He already knows doesn’t he?!”

Jeff jumped out of the shower, me right behind him.  He grabbed a towel on his way out the door but I chased him stark naked into the bedroom.

“You already told him!”

“He could tell.  He can always tell.  I was nervous, I needed advice!”

“So you do remember being awkward!” I joked.  Jeff dried his legs and I just stared.

“It would have been so much worse Tor, you have no idea.”

I was dripping on the floor.  It was past ten o’clock and Jeff was officially late, he’d probably have hell to pay.  That only made me think of his with more muscles, sore ones that needed my hands to help loosen them up.  And Jeff could always play through the pain.  So I moved right up to his chest, tossed the towel away and pressed my body to his.

“New homework.  You can tell Eric - but come back from practice with something you can teach me.”

This isn't quite the end, don't worry. And to the anon commenter who left me a story idea - I have about fifty waiting to go, so I can't promise but I'll try!