Chapter One
1131 Words
Andrew's POV
Abs shouldn’t look this good.
His jawline shouldn’t be this sharp.
The things I want to do to those six packs.
If I had a cent for all the times I’ve fantasized about Dean, I would be a billionaire.
I’m not a creep, but it’s very hard to stop fantasizing about someone who undresses in front of you. A very attractive ‘someone’.
He sees no big deal in being indecent because we are both guys. I always try to avoid this situation, but playing for the same team can make that difficult sometimes.
We both play hockey professionally for the Bruins. Jake has been my best friend all through high school, college, and, as fate would have it, in our careers too.
We grew up together, and I wouldn’t change that for a thing. Which is why I’ve never tried anything with him.
He is not gay. He will never be gay. His long track of one-night stands speaks for itself.
“Drew.”
“Andrew!” my eyes snapped up. I didn’t even realize I was still staring. I hope he didn’t notice that.
“Hey, man. Sorry, I zoned out for a bit,” I quickly covered up. “What were you saying?”
He rolled his eyes. God, I could think of different things to do to him to incite that reaction.
“I was saying, we should hit up a bar downtown,” he paused, looking down at his feet, his very pretty feet. “You got anything going on tonight's plans?”
“No, not at all. Where do you want to go,” plans? What are 'plans' when he’s asking me out? I would cancel anything for this man.
His face brightened up. “The new club that had just opened. Some guys from the team were talking about it, they said it was lit.”
“Ok, so when are we going?”
“Let’s go home, we’ll figure it out after that.”
You see people, I happened to live with this gorgeous creature. Now who is crazy enough to live with their crush? Yeah, this guy over here.
I just can’t part with him. I agree I’m obsessed. I never denied it.
Grabbing his bag and mine, we made our way to my Audi. The good thing about playing pro-hockey is the pays good money. It pays for our house, this car and my parents' bills.
Dean always complains about how I pay for everything, even though he makes nearly the same amount as I do. God forbid a man ever wants to take care of his man.
I would give him everything I own and more. He doesn’t know that, but I do it anyway.
We made it home in a few minutes. It was a little over 7 pm when we got home. Our place was just twenty minutes from the training center.
Grabbing both our duffel bags from the back seat, I made my way to the door. I’ve always helped him carry his stuff, ever since he broke his finger in high school, I’ve taken it upon myself to carry his stuffs.
“I’ll go get dressed, and we can head out in an hour or something.”
“Alright, I’ll probably take a nap for 30 mins.”
“Don’t make me have to drag your ass out of bed.”
“Yes mum.”
He rolled his eyes again. He has made this a habit. I have no choice but to suffer through it. It’s not his fault that I think about doing dirty things to him every time I see him.
Yup, I need to get laid.
I fell on my bed like a dead-weight; practice was draining today. Coach drilled us like never before and it didn’t help that I was distracted all through.
You see, earlier that day, I was spotting Dean as he did some squats while lifting weights. His very round and perfect butt kept brushing over my shorts. It took everything in me not to bend him over right there.
I shook that thought from my mind and fell into a deep slumber.
……………………………
I drove us to the club because Jake couldn’t drive to save his life. I’ve long accepted my fate as the designated driver.
“You really should learn how to drive.”
A dark look passed over his face. “Why are you bringing that up all of a sudden?”
“I’m just saying, you might need to pick up a chick or two at the club,” the thought of that almost had me wrenching.
“I’ll order a ride.”
I remained quiet after that. I guess he really will be picking chicks up after all.
On getting to the club, a valet took our keys.
“You didn’t tell me the club was this fancy,” I whispered in his ear.
“Anders mentioned it. I didn’t think it was this tush.”
One word to the bouncer from Jake, we made our way to the VIP section.
I see a few of our teammates we are close to.
“What’s up chikito!” Anderson called out loudly to Jake. The guys on the team always called him chikito, because he was chick magnet.
Jake has that kind of movie star beauty. Even before I realized I was bi, I had always been envious of his looks.
“Hey, guys.” I called out as they scooched over so we could sit.
“Good game tonight, that last goal was epic man,” Owen, our line one defenseman, said while slapping me on my back.
I picked up a shot glass and toasted to it. After a few drinks, some of the guys are missing from the table. Either to go get more drinks or go pick up chicks.
I looked beside me to find Jake frowning at his phone. “Hey man, are you good”.
A mask of indifference slides over his face. “It’s nothing, just a weird post on i********:,” I frowned at that. Sometimes, he forgets we’ve known each other for so long I could easily tell when he was lying.
Deciding not to call him out on it, “I’m going to the bathroom.” He nodded, still staring at his phone.
After doing my business in the bathroom, I made my way back to the VIP room we were in, but Jake was nowhere to be found.
He wouldn’t leave without telling me, right? Right, I’m his ride.
I made my way towards the bar. As I turned towards the bar, a sight made me pause in my step.
The sight of Jake with his tongue down a girl’s throat.
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