Page 69 of Bonus Game
And just like he requested, Evans whirled around, and those blue, green, brown, fucking rainbow eyes landed on him, narrowing.
“Every time you get yelled at,Iget in trouble,” said Evans. “I didn’t do anything except take a clean hit and get back up. Why is Solis allowed to stay out when he got hit by your fat head harder than me?”
Kingston was so blindsided by the insult that he huffed, fighting a grin. “You’re so dumb. Sullivan is trying to keep things equal between us so we don’t fight,duh. I keep saying we’re a packaged fucking deal. We may as well sign the marriage certificate and buy rings to make it official.”
The joke would have landed differently had Kingston not beencrushingon the moron standing in front of him. He regretted saying it the moment the words escaped his mouth, but Evans was unbothered by the suggestion.
“It’s not working. We’re still fighting,” said Evans. “You piss me off, and I make you want to punch things, including teammates.”
Kingston shrugged. “I told you not to get caught near the boards. You’re accident-prone, and you never keep your head up.”
Evans opened his arms wide and looked around the room, like he was revealing a grand surprise. “Newsflash, Sloan—we’re playing hockey. I’m going to end up in puck battles and get checked, and you’re going to crush everyone for touching your teammates. Why are you being so weird about this?”
Kingston’s reply got caught in his throat because Evans wasright, the bastard.
“Why are you getting so worked up about me getting hurt?” Evans asked, dropping his arms with a sigh. “I don’t need yourpermission to play the way I want. I don’t need your protection, either. I’m not your fucking girlfriend.”
Heat rushed through Kingston, like steel striking flint. It burned through him, consuming every thought other than the one that had been pushing him to the brink of insanity all day.
Kiss him.
Kingston’s hand closed around Evans’s throat as he drove him back toward the nearest stall, not bothering to check if anyone was watching. Evans fought him the whole way, breath hitching as his back hit the wall—then the door slammed shut, cutting off the world, and Kingston’s mouth crashed onto his.
Evans froze for half a second in shock, and then shoved back, palms braced against Kingston’s chest. His teeth caught Kingston’s lip hard enough to draw a sharp breath from them both, and the copper taste of blood hit him as Kingston swept his tongue inside totaste.
Oh fuck, he needed this.
He wasdoomed.
The stall was too small, and every sound around them was magnified. The scrape of skates outside, the thud of a distant door, and their ragged breaths echoing before Kingston dove in to steal another kiss.
Evans wasn’t responding, mostly standing rigid with his mouth open, letting Kingston take what he wanted with no complaint. Evans stopped pushing Kingston away by the third kiss, and by the fourth, his tongue was brushing along his timidly, like he was scared Kingston might bite it off.
It was still a possibility. Kingston thought the kiss would bring him the clarity he’d been seeking for weeks, but if anything, he was more confused than before. He didn’t know what he wanted from Evans, but he felt like he needed more from him. More tongue, more moans, more rough handsgripping him like they wanted to hold him in place andclaimhim.
It didn’t make sense. None of it made sense because Kingston was straight, and he had never held hands with a guy, let alone kissed one. It didn’t make sense that Kingston wanted to get Evans out of his gear, sink onto his knees and put his rival’s dick in his mouth, either, but that’s what his brain was telling him to do.
But Evans halted things before they progressed far enough for Kingston to try out his dick-sucking skills. Turning his head to the side, Evans broke the kiss and then leaned back, knocking his head against the wall.
“Are you out of your mind?” Evans hissed, fingers curling in Kingston’s jersey.
Kingston didn’t answer right away. His grip loosened, not releasing but no longer choking, his thumb settling at Evans’s pulse just to feel it race in sync with his own.
“You have been…” Kingston paused and swallowed. “You’ve been driving me fuckingcrazy. So yes, I’m out of my goddamn mind, Evans. Why else would I be kissing you?”
Evans swallowed, too. The movement rippled under Kingston’s hand, almost daring him to squeeze again. “You like guys?”
Kingston scowled and released Evans from his grip. “No. Just you, apparently.”
They were still wearing their smelly gear and damp with sweat, and Evans was lacking soft curves, and his stubble had scraped when they kissed, but?—
Kingston had liked it. A lot.
“You hate me,” Evans said, like it wasn’t the most obvious fact in the world.
“Don’t think I can hate you and want to kiss you at the same time?” Kingston grumbled, and a thrill ofsomethingwent through him when Evans’s gaze dipped down to his mouth.
“I’m not—” Evans dragged his eyes back up, only for them to fall again. “Oh shit.”
