Frozen Hearts (9 page)

"Oh God, Tyce, I can't wait anymore."

"Then don't," Tyce said in a strangled voice. That was all the encouragement I needed as I started pumping into him hard. I reached around, grabbed his cock and stroked as best I could until he pushed my hand away, taking his own cock in his hand while I sped up again.

"Hurry, Tyce," I cried just as I felt his orgasm rip through him. "Oh shit, shit, shit."

I grabbed him, tipped forward and pushed as far into him as I could get. I bit his shoulder blade to muffle my cries, wrapping my arms around his waist and holding tightly as I rode out my own orgasm. The muscles in my legs quivered and now I felt like I was going to fall over if I didn't sit down. I started to pull out but Tyce reached back, clawing at my thigh, keeping me firmly in place.

"No, not yet," Tyce said. I placed open mouth kisses on his back and neck until I could feel my cock softening and Tyce was visibly shaking from supporting the weight of my body. I slipped out of him, tied off the condom and tossed it in the trash. We collapsed, falling to the bed laughing and giggling. In the background we could hear Sam telling us to fuck off.

"You still scare me, Erik Fox," Tyce said, burying his nose in my neck.

"I'm not going anywhere, Tyce," I said firmly. "But I understand."

I started to sit up but he grabbed my wrist, holding me in place.

"Stay with me," he said.

My shoulders slumped down and I let my head drop to the pillow. Tyce shimmied back until there was no space between us.

"Thank you," I whispered as I pressed my mouth against his neck.

"For what?" he mumbled.

"For everything. For coming back into my life," I said. His body sagged into mine as I held him tightly against my chest. He laced his fingers with mine as I continued to press kisses on his throat and jaw.

"You know everyone is going to think we're crazy," Tyce said.

"I know, but we'll deal with it," I said.

He smiled against my skin and then I murmured words I never thought I would say again and it made my heart take flight. "Night, Tyce."

"Night, Erik," he answered and my heart soared out into the dark sky, skating around millions of stars while I slept.

My phone was making a strange noise. I fumbled around until I found it, banging blindly on the screen to make it stop.

"Shut that shit off, Erik," came Tyce's voice near my ear. It was then that I realized I wasn't in my bed and there was a leg wedged between my knees and a warm hand resting on my hip.

Either I was dead and in heaven or this was the most fantastic dream I had ever created. I didn't dare move, because if it was a dream, I didn't want to wake up ever again. When Tyce wrestled his phone out of my hand and turned the beeping off, I squeezed my eyes shut and allowed myself to breathe. This was real. Last night was real. Goddamn it, I wanted to jump around on the bed and sing some stupid song.

"Good morning," Tyce said, giving me a peck on the cheek.

"Is that the best you can do," I challenged, gazing into his blue eyes. He thought about it for a few seconds then leaned in, kissing me full on the mouth. We both had morning breath and I was pretty sure I wasn't supposed to enjoy this so much, but it was Tyce and all my brain could think was he was fucking real and I didn't give a shit about the stale breath.

"No one is getting off this morning until I get some breakfast," Sam shouted when he burst into the bedroom.

"There's cereal in the cupboard," Tyce said, keeping his eyes locked on me. I watched as he slipped his hand under the blanket, slid it across my hipbone and right to my cock. He wrapped his hand around my morning wood lightly stroking.

"Fuck," I groaned. I bit into the pillow, trying to stifle the loud moans that threatened to escape if Tyce kept on touching me.

"Did you forget you promised me a hot breakfast? I have that horrible test in accounting today," Sam said. He sat down on the bed, rested his hand on my calf and stared directly at the movement under the blankets. I clamped my legs together and tried to shove Tyce's hand away from me. Tyce kept my dick firmly in his grip. I frowned.

"I'm not leaving," Sam said. "So either get this over with or drop the boy's cock and feed me."

"Tyce," I growled and bit him on the shoulder. He laughed and released his hold on my dick, which now was fully awake and very unhappy with me.

"Fine," Tyce muttered. He scooped his shorts off the floor and wiggled into them before he climbed out of bed. "Come on, Erik. Sam won't give us any peace until he's fed and besides, I've got class in an hour."

"You two go ahead. I'll be along in a few minutes," I said, rolling over and dragging the blankets back over my head.

Sam giggled and patted my ass. "Oh, baby, think of me while you're jerking off."

"Fuck off, Sam," Tyce grumbled and batted Sam's hand off my ass.

After that exchange, I wasn't about to touch my cock, no matter how much it fucking ached. I lay flat on my back and thought about unsavory things until my erection died down and I was able to stand. It was all for nothing though, because during breakfast I couldn't keep my eyes off Tyce and some body part always seemed to be in contact with him. It made my cock weep and twitch in my shorts.

"So, Erik," Sam said through a mouthful of toast. "Do I need to ask what your intentions are with my boy?"

Tyce choked on his eggs and quickly fired a death glare at Sam. I figured Sam must know some of our history.

"It's all up to him," I said.

"You can't say that, Erik," Tyce said.

"You guys haven't talked about this have you," Sam said.

"Not much talking last night," Tyce said smugly.

Sam grunted. "Believe me, I know." He cleared his dishes, glared at both us and stomped out the kitchen muttering about broken hearts and stupid boys.

"He's right," I said, pretending to be the reasonable adult. "We should talk. Stuff happened pretty fast."

"Fast?" Tyce said. "It took us six fucking years to get to this point. I waited long enough."

I grabbed his wrist, touching the black band. "I meant what I said. It's always been you, but I'm not going to push you into anything. I know it's got to be hard to trust me."

Tyce closed his eyes and let his chin drop to his chest. "I'm not going to lie, Erik. This scares the crap out of me, but I don't give a shit what anyone thinks anymore. This is between us and as far as I'm concerned, there's still something there."

"Are you sorry about last night?" I asked.

"Hell no," he said before I could even blink. "But maybe, for our friends and shit, we should just slow things down a bit and go on a date or two before we fuck again."

"I can do that," I said. My cock hung heavy between my legs, reminding me that the wait better not be too long.

Tyce smiled brightly and my heart once again took flight. Breakfast disappeared and suddenly, we were standing at the front door saying goodbye like we wouldn't see each other for weeks. He clung to me, kissing my lips and throat over and over until finally, I broke away gasping, on the verge of a full blow erection again.

"Come over tonight," I said.

"Okay," he said and I couldn't stop the grin that split my face.

"I'm going to be late for class," he said, nipping at my earlobe.

"Go, I'll talk to you later," I said, pulling him out the door. We walked down the hall, bumping shoulders and brushing fingers. When we finally separated I watched him jog down the street until he disappeared into a crowd of students.

I hummed the entire walk back to my apartment. Dix and Arielle were going to think I'd lost my mind and maybe I had, but right now, I didn't fucking care. By some miracle, I was getting a second chance. Tyce was back in my life.

Since I had a few hours to kill before class, I gathered up a bagful of laundry and hauled it down to the basement. The room was deserted, which meant I wouldn't have to socialize with anyone or fight to get my clothes into the machines. It also meant that my mind was allowed to wander back to the events of the past evening. I was especially reminded of our nighttime activities when I shoved my dirty sheets into the machine.

When everything was loaded and running, I dragged out some class notes and pretended to study. I wasn't very successful since everything I read somehow got twisted around in my head and brought me back to last night. I had to keep shoving the heel of my hand into my cock to keep myself in check. I didn't need another erection.

"Well, well, Foxy," a voice said.

"Just great," I grumbled under my breath.

Some guy who I think was a friend of Rochelle's brother was leaning in the doorway staring at me. I couldn't remember his name, but I knew he lived in this building.

"I heard some nasty ass rumors about you," he sneered.

"Fuck you," I said. The washing machine stopped and I got up to unload it, shoving my wet laundry into a dryer.

"So, is it true?" he asked, invading my personal space. He put his hand on my shoulder and I whirled around, grabbing him by the collar, shoving him hard against a washing machine. My knee bumped the chair I had been sitting on and my notebook fell to the ground, scattering papers everywhere.

"Don't ever fucking touch me," I snarled, cocking my fist.

His eyes widened and he ducked his head. I let go of him and stepped back. He wasn't worth my time. I shook my head and jammed some quarters into the dryer.

"You better watch your back, Foxy," he growled as he raced out of the room.

"What a fucking dickhead," I snapped. Maybe I should have hit the guy. I bent down and collected all my papers. What the fuck was wrong with everyone?

"Erik," Arielle's voice rang out. "You down there?"

"Yep," I answered.

"I heard shouting. What the hell was Trent's problem? He almost knocked me over."

"He's an asshole," I said.

"Did something happen?" Arielle asked.

"Nothing I couldn't handle. He just took me by surprise."

"What did he say to you?"

"It doesn't matter," I said, avoiding her eyes.

"This is getting strange. First that car almost runs over you over in the parking lot and now Trent is acting like a jerk," Arielle said. "Any other weird things going on?"

"No," I answered sharply. I wasn't about to tell her or anyone else about the car chasing me through the alley. I just wanted to graduate and be done with all of this shit. Maybe once I was off campus, people would forget Erik Fox, the hockey player, and let me live my own life. It wasn't long until graduation. I could handle this. I decided to change the subject. "I saw Tyce last night."

"I know. He stopped by my office after his class," Arielle said. She covered her mouth and giggled into her hand. I raised my eyebrows but deliberately chose not say anything else. "He's in an incredibly good mood today, even though he has a bitch of a hitch in his walk."

"Oh my God, Arielle, shut the fuck up!" She laughed then spent the next half hour folding my laundry while she tried to get details out of me. When I ignored her, she made things up, which were quite descriptive and a few I filed away to try later. She continued with the barrage of questions, but I kept my nose buried in my notebook. I couldn't help the smile that jerked at the corners of my mouth every time she said Tyce's name though. It made her giggle and poke me in the ribs. With Arielle helping me, it took less time to finish everything. She even helped make my bed. Of course I had to endure more suggestive remarks, but it was worth it to have her help.

"I need to get ready for class," I said.

"We're all meeting for dinner tonight," Arielle said.

"Who is?" I asked.

"Me, you, Tyce, and Sam," she said.

"Fine," I said. She grinned at me and winked. It made my face heat up. "Will you kindly knock it off?"

"What?" she said innocently. "Can't I be happy? Tyce is happy. You're happy. Sam was a little grumpy but he told me you guys were noisy, which really wasn't very nice because Sam just broke up with his boyfriend two weeks ago."

"Fuck," I said as I grabbed my books and shoved them in my backpack. I didn't need to hear anymore of this sex talk from my fucking sister. "Later, Arielle."

Jeesh, my sister was totally crazy. The cool air smacked me across my face and woke me up. If I didn't speed things up I was going to be late for class, so I started to jog. A large group of students passed by me and I heard several people whispering and pointing at me.

"Yep, that's right, I'm Erik Fox," I shouted. Fuck them. I was going to allow myself a bit of happiness.

Classes were long and boring. I sent a few texts to Tyce to pass the time. I told him about my nosy sister and asked him about dinner tonight. He confirmed the plans, telling me him and Sam would pick me up. As the hours ticked away, my energy started to fade. I needed some coffee, so I tramped across campus to the local coffee house. Sam was sitting in a dark corner almost obscured from view behind a pile of books.

"Hi Sam," I said. "Can I sit down or are you busy?"

"Are you sure you want to sit with me?" he asked. His dark eyes swept around the room. I noticed that several people were staring at us.

"What? Why wouldn't I?" I asked.

"You do know I'm out of the closet, right?" he said as he pushed a chair out for me with his foot.

"Uh, why should I care about that?"

"People know about me, Erik," he said. "If nothing else, you will be judged guilty by association."

"You think I give a shit about that anymore?" I asked.

"I just met you and you fucking swept my roommate off his feet. I don't know what you give a shit about.

"Look, I'm not saying you're a bad guy. Tyce talked about you a few times, but it was always under the heavy influence of alcohol. I may not know a lot of the details, but I know what it did to him when you left." He ran his hand through his hair and stared at his book. "It's none of my business, but Tyce has never had anyone spend the night before. He always sends them home."

I didn't know if that was supposed to make me feel good or shitty. Tyce was a good-looking guy. He was fun to be around and it would be silly of me to think that he hadn't been with anyone since I left. I knew there had been other people in his life. It just hurt hearing it, because it should have been me by his side and not some random guy or girl.