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Ryan reached his hand to Hayes’s chin, tilting it up so they made eye contact. “Hey. I love you.”
He’d expected Hayes to say it back, but instead, he asked, “Were you thinkin’ about him, too?”
Ryan bit his bottom lip, nodding.
“You wanna have a threesome with him?”
Yes.
“No, Hayes. It’s…fantasy. That’s all. He’s just…fuckhot, OK? I promise. Why? I mean…do you? Wanna have a threesome with him?” Ryan inquired.
Fuck yes.
“Nah. That’d be…weird. Right?”
“Yes. Very.” Ryan leaned over and kissed Hayes on the cheek before he stood up and gasped. “Oh my God, it’s still comin’ out. It’s still comin’ out, Rook. Ugh!” he complained, as he grabbed the soap and loofa and began the cleanup effort.
Ryan raked his hands through his hair and let his head fall against the shower wall behind him, the water starting to go cold.
This is completely fucked.
The Trade (10)
The Day Before Thanksgiving
“Please have a seat, Ryan.”
His stomach twisting wildly, Ryan Baylor sat down across from Coach Hastings in his office at Total Mortgage Arena, Coach Reilly seated next to him. The team didn’t have a scheduled practice today, so the fact that he’d been called in could only mean one thing.
Fuck.
“I’m gonna assume you know why you’re here,” Hastings said quietly.
Do not fucking cry.
Ryan nodded. “Where?”
“Tampa Bay.”
Ryan leaned his head back and exhaled loudly, rubbing the sides of his face.
He went silent for a bit, his coaches allowing him to process the information with which he’d just been presented. He finally said, “Alright, so that’s the Crunch, right? I’m going to Syracuse?” He pulled out his phone, opened Google Maps and got directions from Syracuse to Long Island.
Four hours, fifty minutes.
It wasn’t ideal, but it wasn’t the end of the world either. They could make it work, meet up halfway. They hardly saw each other as it was now, anyway.
This…this could still work.
“No, Ryan. You’re going to Tampa Bay to play for the Lightning. I pushed and I pushed hard for you. Soon as I heard you were involved, I told Sellars that we’re not letting you go just to sit and rot in this league anymore, kid. You deserve better. It’s your time, Baylor. This is your shot.”
Everything started to go fuzzy on him and he closed his eyes briefly before opening them back up. “I…I’m sorry. I’m going…I’m going to play for Tampa? Like, in the NHL? That Tampa?”
“Yes. And it took a lot of finagling, but you ended up with a nice one-way contract. Can’t promise exactly how much ice time you’ll actually see there, but you’re not going back to the minors, kid. They can’t take that kind of cap hit right now and quite frankly, their D is a mess. So, as much as I’m going to miss you, Baylor? It’s your turn. Time to go make a name for yourself.”
There it was.
Ryan wiped his eyes, unable to stop a few tears from escaping and making their way down his cheeks. Coach Reilly leaned over and patted him on the shoulder, squeezed it a few times, then patted it again. “You’ve earned it. You worked your ass off all summer, you came back here and dominated, and you earned it. I’m just sorry it couldn’t be within this organization, Baylor. The D is packed here, unfortunately.”
