Breaking All The Ice

In His Zone ☁️

*Trenten*

Here I am standing under the freezing cold water, confused as f**k at the b***r I’m sporting right now.

What the f**k is wrong with me?

Ever since I met the new recruit, he’s been on my mind like crazy.

This is all kinds of f****d up.

He is a f*****g dude, for f***s sake, and to put the icing on the cake, he is allegedly my cousin.

That made me snort.

Tiny didn’t look s**t like my dad or anyone in our family for that matter. His features were just too.....soft. Feminine, if I’m being honest.

The men in our family were big and well... manly as hell. Either his mom’s genes are strong as s**t or my uncle is being played.

I mean, I seriously doubt the latter because if I know one thing about Uncle Jake, it's that he didn't fancy being tied to any woman for any reason.

So if he's claiming that Melvin is his, then he must be 100% sure about his paternity.

Either that, or it's something deeper going on, and I have this nagging feeling that I need to get to the bottom of it.

Melvin..... I had tried that name out on my tongue a few times and it just didn’t feel right.

Tiny would do for now until I could come up with something better.

Although I loved the reaction I got every time I taunted him with it.

The first time I saw that fire spark in his eyes, I knew it was my new favorite thing to look at. I need to ignite that fire every chance I get.

Shit. What the f**k T, don’t even go there.

This was causing an internal battle within myself.

I’ve never been attracted to guys and I’m confident in my own sexuality enough to say that I’m still not.

I can’t understand why I feel this way about him. Maybe I’m just in need of a best friend or some s**t.

That would make sense, right? I mean, I’ve got my solid day ones, Jayce and Conner.

We all got recruited at the same time, but it's not as if I’ve let them in on all my secrets or confided in them outside of hockey s**t.

We hang out enough to say we’re close, but it's still more on a surface level.

Maybe my mind is subconsciously trying to tell me I need to create that kind of relationship with someone.

It might not be a bad idea considering we are supposed to be family.

Maybe I’m looking at this the wrong way, and so my body is confused about what kind of relationship he and I are supposed to have.

Everything doesn’t have to be about s*x.

That's what my therapist told me. Every physical reaction doesn’t have to be concluded to just s*x.

Which is why I haven’t had s*x since I was 17.

My first was my worst. That woman isn’t even worth a second thought.

It took me a long time to learn about healthy boundaries and become confident in myself enough to start dating again.

I thank God for my dad putting me in therapy and getting me the help I needed.

I date someone every now and then, but I’ve yet to care enough about anyone to move beyond making out.

There's no one that ever really caught my attention and I'm not dealing with anyone at the moment.

Don’t get me wrong, there are some pretty hot puck bunnies and girls on campus, but I’ve just never had the urge to take any home.

Speaking of my dad. He has been the most suspicious culprit in this whole situation.

I mean set aside from the fact that my dad has never pulled some s**t like this before.

I’ve been watching my dad coach since I was old enough to put on a pair of skates and pretty much know how the man thinks. At least I thought I did.

He’s been texting me and talking about Melvin nonstop. Hell, if I didn’t know how much he loved me, I’d be jealous.

I know he’s excited about Uncle Jake being in town and the fact that he has a nephew, but it's almost over the top.

He texted me earlier to say that he was going to be running late and to get drills started without him.

That would be fine but my dad is hardly ever late. He also stressed for me to be sure I came in early to practice.

I always come here early.

My dad was being strange as f**k. He was already as strange as they come.

The thought made me chuckle as I turned off the cold water and stepped out of the shower.

I walked over to my locker, where my gym bag is, and began to get dressed.

I’ve been in here for about 10 minutes already and I really was excited about being on the ice with Tiny.

To be honest, if it were anyone else it would’ve pissed me off by now. The guy was cocky as f**k.

I guess he had to be good for my dad to go out of the normal protocol to get him on our team.

My dad has a knack for finding good talent so I trust his judgment 100%.

It took me about 5 minutes to finish putting on all my gear and head out of the locker room.

When I finally walked out, I made my way toward the rink and saw Tiny on the ice.

I stopped dead in my tracks halfway there. I couldn’t help but notice how fast and almost graceful he was on the ice.

It looks like it takes him to a whole other world that's only inhabited by him.

I knew that posture all too well. He was in his zone.

I watched as he zipped from one end of the rink to the other with the puck.

He did little zig-zags and then a spin move as if he had to dodge someone right in front of him.

He sped far right but hit the puck to a hard left and it flew into the goal.

He definitely had talent. I’ll give him that. It looked like he was born on the ice the way he moved around.

Every movement looked precise and well thought out.

His movements were clean as f**k.

I was definitely impressed. If this is how he was in isolation, I could only imagine what he’d be like with the right team there to back him up.

I’m sure this was the same excitement my dad felt when he saw him play. I’d have to ask him what school he came from.

I’m sure they were sad to see him leave.

I knew I would be.

A frown came to my face as I replayed the conversations that my dad had with me about Melvin.

He never really gave any real information.

In fact, he was very vague on just about everything on Tiny that wasn’t about hockey.

It almost seems as if he’s hiding something from me, which is totally unlike my dad.

That man was an open book when it came to telling me things.

My dad honestly sucked at keeping secrets from me. He used to joke that if anyone ever wanted to know everything he knew, then all they had to do was find and torture it out of me.

I’ve always been tight-lipped about any information that my dad has trusted me with.

This time wouldn't be any different so I don't understand why he's going out of his way to protect whatever secret he's trying extra hard to keep from me.

Maybe I can get it out of him with Grams' secret recipe for apple cinnamon pie. He would commit murder for one of those.

She'll make one for me on short notice if I stop by and give her and Pops a little company.

They live an hour away in a condo in the city but it was definitely worth the trip.

Maybe I could take Tiny with me. He needs to meet more family after all. Better now than to overwhelm him at a family reunion.

In fact, I don't think one day is enough, but a whole weekend should suffice.

It'll help me get a better perspective on what I'm feeling. That and a trip to my therapist, Dr. Jennings', office.

The thought put a grin on my lips as I continued on my way to the inside of the rink.

A whole weekend with Tiny didn't sound bad at all.

"You gonna stand there all day cheesing like an i***t or did you not want to get some motion in on the ice at all."

There he goes again with that smart-ass mouth of his.

However, it wasn't irritation that settled in my stomach. Instead, it was excitement.

I loved providing a good ass whooping in the rink, it would be no different with Tiny. Well maybe a little different.

My d**k didn't jump or react at all when other guys trash-talked me.

It actually made me more excited to get a rise out of Tiny.

I just couldn't pinpoint where my source of enjoyment came from. I needed to know him.

I feel like getting to know him would bring the answers I'm searching for.

At least, I'm hoping they do.