Chapter 26 Do You want it?
Do you want it?
Liam’s POV
I finished checking the whole rooms and the restrooms to make sure he wasn’t in the house. That was when I realized that his phone wasn’t on the couch or dresser.
I dialed his number and called but he wasn’t picking. I tried twice and still got sent to voicemail. I was very angry because this is the second time he is doing this.
I took a shower, dressed up and left for practice. I stopped at my apartment gate when I saw the security man watering the flowers.
“Good morning Mr. Novak.” He greeted.
“Good morning, have you my friend?” I asked.
“Yes, he left this morning and said that once you ask, I should let you know that he’s okay.” He said while walking towards me.
“Alright,” I said and turned to leave.
“Mr. Novak,” he called and stood directly in front of me. “I got a letter from state management, they brought a bill of $100k for the building and also insisted on seeing the owner.”
“You know I don’t like being in the limelight, I will send the money to you and I will talk to my secretary about visiting them on my behalf.” I said, already working towards the gate.
I arrived in the academy within twenty minutes, breathing like a Christmas goat because I ran out all the piled up stress in me. I looked around and I couldn’t find Dylan. I tried calling his number again twice but it rang four times and dropped to voicemail.
Where could he have been? Some of the team members had started stretching out, the sound of blades on the ice, almost deafening.
I walked inside and stopped at the front desk.
“Sorry, have you seen Dylan? The new transfer guy?” I asked the lady working as the receptionist.
“Sorry, I just came.” She replied.
I went to the locker room, changed into my hockey gear and stepped on the ice. I saw Calen near the tunnel entrance pulling on his helmet. I skated up to him.
“Hey, have you seen Dylan?” I asked.
“I’m just coming, I haven’t seen him but it seems he was here this morning.” He said and picked his stick up.
“You alright?” He asked, noticing how worried I was.
“I’m good.” I replied.
I sat on the bench and watched the session run without being a part of it. I was in serious discomfort, all because of Dylan. The coach sent someone over twice to ask me why I’m not on the ice and I told him that I just needed some rest. The third time, the coach walked up to me.
“Novak, didn't you get enough rest?” He asked.
“Give me thirty minutes, I will be on the ice.” I said while looking at the entrance.
He looked at me for a long moment and then walked away without pushing it, which I suspected had more to do with the look on my face than any professional courtesy. I kept watching the ice and the entrance as well.
At a point I started growing scared. It’s been over two hours that I got here and Dylan is nowhere to be found. I started having strange thoughts knowing fully well that a lot of threats are looming around us. This isn’t a time to stay far apart, but he had woken up, found me asleep and instead of waking me up, he made a choice to step outside. This was getting me fucking provoked but there was nothing I could do.
I was lost in thoughts when the side door opened.
Dylan walked in, carrying two bags of bottle water in both hands. His jacket was open and his hair slightly messy from the cold outside. He was looking in the coach’s direction and didn’t see me immediately. He walked up to the coach, he said something to Dylan and he nodded and left.
I was off the bench immediately and walked to him in the corridor outside the locker room. I grabbed his waist and he startled, nearly losing his grip on the bag, and then he saw it was me and his expression settled.
“Where have you been?” I asked.
He adjusted the bag in his arms. “The coach called me early this morning. His wife is ill, so he needed someone to pick up supplies and run them over before the session started.” He looked at me steadily. “I didn’t want to wake you.”
I looked at him for a moment. Something in my chest pulled tight, watching his hair wet, his jersey wet and that damn scent of his. I shook my head and let the thought go away.
“You could have left a message or even picked up when I called,” I said.
“You were asleep and you looked like you hadn’t slept properly in a week,” he said. “I didn’t want to wake you up for an errand. About not answering your calls, I wasn’t with my phone, I left it in my locker”
I took the bag from him without asking and he let me, falling into step beside me as we carried it toward the coach’s office at the end of the corridor. Some of the team members looked at us but there was nothing to suspect. It was just the two of us moving through the building with bags of water bottles, nothing remarkable about it.
I dropped the bag down inside the office and Dylan locked it behind us with the key the coach had given him and pocketed it, and then he turned and looked at me.
“You seem to be angry, follow me,” he said.
I followed him and we went back to the locker room. Dylan entered first and I came in behind him, he turned around and before I had fully settled he was on his toes in front of me and started kissing me. I pulled him closer by the waist and kissed him back. After a while, we broke apart.
“What if someone sees us?” I whispered.
“Everyone is out on the ice, nobody is here now.” He whispered while running his fingers on my hair.
“If you want to sort my anger, then you should do that through my body.” I whispered close to his ear and bit it slightly. I stocked out my tongue and licked it. He responded to the tickle by holding my jersey tighter.
“Open your mouth,” I commanded.
“What are you planning…”
“Just do as I say.” I cut him off. He slowly opened his mouth and I stuck my tongue deep inside his mouth. This is one of the things I had craved to do with him. To feel the hotness of his mouth and share in its warmth.
“Liam,” he muffled.
“What?” I asked as I pulled away slightly, allowing us to catch our breath.
“At this point, we might get caught, your…” he said and looked down slowly at my hard cock that was about to tear my jersey.
“Do you want it?” I asked him with a smirk.
He made a sound low in his throat, it was a go ahead and I answered by pulling him in for another kiss. Our fingers tightened around each other’s hair.
Then, we heard multiple footsteps in the corridor, moving fast toward the locker room.