A Steamy thought

JERALD 

The moment I stepped into the Seattle boys' shower room, my sneakers squeaked lightly against the wet floor. The shower room smelled of damp tiles and boys' sweat. Steam curled from the showers, making the air thick.

I had just finished the morning training and decided to wash up.

Tiny droplets of water fell to the tiled floor, making the silence echo.

I was trying to maintain my balance when I noticed him.

He stood at the mirror, probably checking himself or something. My breath hitched for a moment.

My mind went completely blank. Sharp-edged jawline, dark, messy hair, water running down over every defined muscle, he was the true definition of perfect.

I was still drooling over the figure standing a few inches away from me when I stepped on a puddle.

I slipped, and my feet flew out. I could feel my heart sinking in shock and embarrassment.

But, a strong pair of hands held me, pressing me back.

“Whoa,” The man said, voice deep. “Are you okay?”

I felt my face heating up, my chest throbbing heavily as I realised that I was standing too close to him.

My eyes roamed over him awkwardly. I was trying not to, but shit...he was a god.

Dude was fucking naked, his abs were perfect, so perfect for a guy. My eyes followed the trail of water that ran down his body, and I swallowed hard.

Staring directly back at me was his full dick, in complete exposure... I tried to look away, but my brain refused to focus on anything else.

“Hey,” The man's voice snapped me out of my thoughts as I felt his cold hands on my shoulder.

“I..m... I'm fine.” I stuttered, stepping back quickly as I tried to regain myself. “Sorry, I..uh..” The words trailed off from my lips as the wave of embarrassment hit me again.

He tilted his head slightly, a slow smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. I knew he had noticed my embarrassment.

“You sure?” he asked again, an amused smile replacing the smirk. “I mean, you just bumped into me.”

“Yeah...I..uh..” I mumbled, biting on my lower lip. “I kinda slipped.”

I looked down, wishing the earth would open and swallow me whole, but who was I kidding? I'm stuck here, in a boys' bathroom with a seemingly hot hockey player.

He let out a soft laugh, grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist, his eyes still on me the entire time.

He walked towards the exit, and I couldn't help but notice how huge his back was and a serpent tattoo glistening due to the water trailing down.

I tried to pry my eyes away, I really tried but my brain didn't. My stomach tightened and I realised that I've never been this flustered over a guy in a while.

“You really like to stare, don't you?” he asked calmly, leaning on the wall.

I straightened up, picking up my hockey bag, “I should...go.” I whispered to myself.

“Yeah...I think you should.” He said softly. “Else you might slip again.” 

He had a huge grin on as I bolted out of the bathroom.

The moment I stepped out of the bathroom, a sudden wave hit me, and I released a breath I didn't know I'd been holding for a while.

Get yourself together, Jerald.

I was supposed to focus on my training today and not fantasise about a Greek god you had just met a few seconds ago.

I exhaled sharply and walked towards the field, another round of hard training with the Seattle wolves.

I sat on the bench, trying to fix my skates, but at the slightest opportunity, my brain went to the incident that happened today, no matter how hard I tried to push it off.

I huffed out, tying the last lace on my skates, then I saw him.

He walked over to where I sat, and hot sweat began to trail down my forehead.

“Shower guy?” His voice cut through the noise in the rink as he raised his brow. “You’re the new guy joining the team?”

“Yea...yes,” I replied awkwardly, trying to maintain eye contact with him.

“Adam!” Someone shouted from the team.

He turned and nodded to the person before returning to me.

He smiled faintly, almost making my heart twitch. “See you at the field...”

I gawked at him, my mind trying to process what he was trying to say.

“Your name?” He asked with an almost frown.

Oh snap.

“Jerald,” I breathed, realising how stupid I had looked. “Jerald Hayden.”

He nodded casually, “See you on the field, Jerald.”

Then he ran past me to join the other players. And I stood there, staring at him with a smile I never knew was there.

This should be a good training session.

I smiled to myself as I skated into the rink with full protective gear.

My hand trembled slightly as I gripped my hockey stick, making me remember that I wasn't a pro at this game.

“Oh, Lord help me,” I muttered to myself and positioned perfectly.

The practice started, and a few minutes into the game, I started messing up.

My skates slipped off my legs countless times, my paces were like those of a kid, and I fell at the slightest push I got, which made the entire team laugh at any slightest fall.

I felt a pang of jealousy and envy as I watched the hot guy from the bathroom easily glide across the Ice like he owns it.

I stood up again, shaking off the thought from my head.

“Jerald, above you!” Someone shouted.

I blinked, raising my head in time to see the puck hurling at me at great speed.

I lunged forward to make the hit, then suddenly, I tripped. I tripped really badly.

My head hit the ice, really hard. The pain surging through my body, and a metallic taste filled my mouth, and before I knew it, everything went blank.

I opened my eyes slightly, the bright light above almost causing me to go blind.

I blinked rapidly, trying to adjust to my environment.

My vision blurred until it settled on a figure sitting a few inches away.

The bathroom guy.

He sat there, legs crossed, composed and calm as ever.

I shifted slightly on the bed, trying not to get noticed but I failed.

“You’re awake?” he said, leaning forward slightly. His voice was deep and alluring, which almost made me fall back into sleep again. “Seems you're really good at the game of slipping, Jerald?”