Face Offs & Cheap Shots (CU Hockey, #2)

by Eden Finley

Cohen slowly turns in a circle. “Wait … really? How did you learn how to kiss if not with your best friend?”

“I think we’re all a little gay after that. That was hot.” Rossi slaps Cohen’s shoulder. “Still only you, dude.”

What did that Katy Perry sing about again? I kissed a guy. And my dick really fucking liked it.

“You’re right. I liked it. Wanna know why?” My response clearly takes him by surprise because when I dip my mouth down next to his ear, he doesn’t pull away. “You were finally fucking quiet.”

I keep replaying that damn kiss. Jacobs’s lips on mine. His tongue in my mouth. That groan … I’d sell my soul to hear that again.

“I liked kissing you, okay! It was hot, and it made me hard, and I swear I’ve jerked off so much to the thought of it, I was worried my dick would fall off. I wanted to see if it was a fluke.”

My newfound enjoyment of manhandling does have some limits. Rough sex, good. Murder, bad.

“You know, this is practically a date.” Jacobs sprays coffee all over the table, and I lean back in my seat victorious.

“You know that I meant for this to be a date, right?” And holy shit, I’ve never seen Beck look as uncertain as he does tonight. The big eyes, the creased forehead—where is the confident guy I’m so used to bantering with? And while I have no idea what he means by asking me on a date, or being nervous, I do know that I like it. “Then what are you doing over there?” He swiftly slides out of his side and into mine, and by the time Beck is beside me, he’s back to being the guy I know. His full smile is on display as he plants his elbow on the table and angles his body toward me. “You knew this was a date.” “I suspected.” “And you came anyway.” I think it over. “I guess I did.” I expect him to call me out on what that means, to push and tease, but instead, he lets it go completely.

SWOONING WARM FEELINGS I HATE IT

Is Tophersexual an identity? Because I’d be down for that.

Same

Shake it off, Beckett. You have to beat Jacobs at something. He’s mastered BJs. Be the best damn bottom ever. Become one with bottoming. Be your carefree, fuck the consequences self and take dick like a champ.

I am dead

But I refuse to keep Beck a secret. It might have made sense early on when I’d been sure things were only physical, but now we’re actually together, now we’re both committed to this thing, I’m going to claim him. Beck is mine. And everyone is gonna know it.

You better claim your man girl

“I remember a few years back, after my first year of college, we had a booth at the Dorset Summer Festival and Mom put up a little rainbow sign saying ‘ladies, gaydies, and theydies all welcome.’”

Gaydies???

Ooh, hate kink. Maybe I have that.”

Ditto babe

“Why would I be nervous about that? It’s no big deal. It’s nothing special—we’re just two dudes who are dating. There’s nothing to be nervous about.” “So … you’re terrified, then?” “Quietly shitting myself, yes.”

Just bros being bros

Now, none of it matters without him because his happiness is more important than mine. And apparently, it goes both ways. That gross, sappy feeling returns, and I can finally pinpoint exactly what it is. I’m in love with my Teddy Beckett.

🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

Are … are they hugging us?

This was sweet

“This is taking gay chicken a bit far, guys.”

🤣☠️

All I can say is, David’s phrase “I like the wine and not the label” definitely appeals to me.

YAS SCHITTS CREEK