I swallowed as I imagined the entire team in here waving their dicks around and trying to shove them into jock straps.
Great.
Now I was hard.
Chapter 4
Cameron
It was like watching a giraffe on roller skates.
Finn might have been all that on the silver screen—or maybe it was a stunt double, given the athletic prowess I was witnessing here—but in reality he was not a natural-born skater. To be fair, most of us weren’t. I’d been on skates since I was old enough to walk. As were most of the guys in the league. Ice rats the lot of us. Obviously Finn had dedicated his time to school plays and the drama club. Which had paid off for him. Also, he was kind of cute flailing around, arms windmilling, feet going this way and that, as he tried to maintain his stoic action hero persona.
After the tenth time he went to his ass so hard I winced, I glided over to him, and offered him a hand up. This time he took it.
“Okay, so I see we have to go back to basics.”
“I used to be able to do this,” he muttered, angry at himself.
“Then you’ll remember it soon enough,” I lied. “Can you stand here for a few minutes?” I asked as he fought valiantly to stay on his feet.
“Yep, the standing I have down pat,” he replied then promptly went to his ass.
“Okay, why don’t you just sit there for a minute. Let me go get something to help you out.”
“Do they have any pillows in the storage room?” He eased up off his backside with a grimace, his hand moving back to rub his ass. An ass that was well-toned in those sexy jeans of his.
“I’ll look.” I gave his blond hair a friendly rub, my fingers gliding through the silky soft strands. “Just take five.”
“Take your time,” he called as I skated away.
I plodded down the chute, my skate blades sinking into the padding on the floor, until I found the supply room unlocked for some crazy reason. Perhaps Finn had asked for access to it when he had rented the small rink on South Olive Street. It was a cozy rink, not as fitted out as our Storm training facility out in El Segundo, but then again this place didn’t have the Storm financial backing.
I found what I was looking for right off. It was hard to miss the big, bright plastic skating aides along the back wall. I’d thought about grabbing some pucks when I’d first arrived, but we were nowhere near puck and stick ready yet. Chuckling to myself, I grabbed a vibrant yellow skate aide, hoisted it to my shoulder, and thunked back to the ice. Finn was where I had left him, sitting with his long legs out in front of him. His eyes flared to the size of two Thanksgiving turkey platters when he saw what I was carrying.
“What the hell is that?” he asked as I plunked the hunk of hard plastic down in front of him. “Is that a gay walker?”
“No, it’s a skating aide. This is what we use with kids and teens who are learning to ice skate.”
If I hadn’t signed an NDA, I would have been sharing the stunned look on Finn’s face with the world just because it was fucking adorable. Those freckles were the icing on a very attractive Finn cake.
“This is beyond embarrassing,” he sighed, the final traces of macho Finn the movie star dropping away.
“We all start here. Up we go.” I tugged him to his skates. His feet went in two different directions. He fell into me, his arms thumping down on my shoulders as his legs turned to rubber yet again. “Whoa, okay.” I cinched him tight then lifted a bit to get his feet under him. He was a solid man, lots of power in his well-conditioned frame, but with not an iota of skating skill anywhere in his muscular form. We’d find that though. Hopefully. Maybe in time for him to make his movie. Maybe. “Right, we might have to leave the skating aide for a bit.”
He smelled good. Cologne and perspiration. A little sweaty from the past half hour of exertion but that was a smell I didn’t mind at all. It made me think of other things that might make him sweat, and my dick started to swell in my briefs. Which was uncool because the guy was as straight as a ruler. With a gentle motion I got some space between his groin and mine. “Let’s start with the basics. Standing. Balancing on skates is not like standing in sneakers.”
“Yeah, my ass has already figured that out,” he said with a sizeable amount of humor. That would serve him well. He had a lot to learn and limited time.
“It’s one of the first lessons we learn. Next time when you fall get your hands in front of you, bend your knees, and direct your body to the side. That will save your ass from the pounding it’s been taking.”
Bright blue eyes met mine. I saw some shock in his gaze but also something more…
“Ass poundings,” he mumbled then wobbled.
“Get your arms up into a T position.” I lifted his arms as he huffed in concentration. “Good. See now, that’s better. Good. So, I’m going to let go.”
“Can you not do that?” He glanced down at his skates then at me.
“I’ll be right here,” I assured him as I released his biceps—nice thick ones I had noted—and moved away a few inches. His jaw clenched as he swung his arms back and forth to find his center of gravity. “Nice. You’re getting it. Try to stay in proper alignment.” His sleek eyebrow quirked. “I know it’s a lot, but you need to know all of this. So, knees over the toes, shoulders back, chest out, eyes forward.” His sight flew from his skates to me. I gave him my best smile, the one that generally got me a bed partner, and he returned it with a nervous twitch of his lips before falling down. At least this time he did get his knees bent, saving his ass from another meet-and-greet with the ice. “You’ll get there.”
He nodded as we got him back to his feet, but I did see a bit of doubt in his pretty sapphire eyes.
By the end of our ninety minutes Finn had mastered standing. I congratulated him then gave him a sticker of a smiling puck that I slapped onto his sweater above his heart. He was not amused.
“Do you give those to the kids in your club?” he asked as I helped him over the edge. In pure Hollywood fashion he draped himself dramatically over the home bench then kissed it. “Oh, this bench is amazing. I love this bench.”
“I’d not be pressing my lips to it,” I tossed out then realized that I’d put my lips directly to assholes numerous times so maybe I should shut up with the sarcasm. “But I get the sentiment.”
Finn was utterly beaten when he righted himself. He was sweaty—still smelling of that unique Finn aroma plus expensive sandalwood cologne—but all the excitement for this adventure had faded fast.
“It looks so much easier than it is,” he confessed while I untied my skates.
“That’s what most people say,” I commented, sitting back to gaze at the movie star.
His golden locks were lank and wet, his cheeks flushed from exertion, making his freckles more pronounced, and his lips were chapped from the cold air. Overall, he was fucking edible. And straight. Straight as Sister Evangelina’s spine. I shuddered at the memory of elementary school. Man, those sisters were strict. “You’ll get there. You know how to stand now.”
“And fall. Don’t forget that. I should have a doctorate in falling by the end of this first week,” he muttered. I laughed. His downcast expression lifted as he glanced at me. “You have a really nice laugh.”