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“Feel good?” TK asked.
Hayes nodded slowly, as he stood facing his friend, their hands caressing each other’s mindlessly.
“Ty Hayes, Ty Hayes. I’m not gay, but I could watch you beat that gorgeous cock all day long. Seriously, you should start an OnlyFans. You have any idea what people would pay to watch you jerk off, or to watch you and Ryan fuck? Holy shit. You could retire.”
Hayes smirked, thinking back to the first time he blew Ryan on a hotel room floor and how awkward it’d been.
“Rook, I don’t know what to do with my other hand…Wow, this is going well. We should start a fuckin’ OnlyFans, eh?”
How far they’d come since then, those two.
Quite literally.
“So, uh…hey?” TK asked slowly, his jaw vibrating slightly from his teeth grinding together. “Wanna kiss a little? Because, holy fuck, I really wanna kiss you right now.”
Hayes gulped, frozen. He struggled to make it out at first, but he heard the little voice inside his head ever so faintly, with it eventually graduating to a scream.
Hello? Ryan! Do not kiss him, you piece of shit!
“I…really do,” he finally said, pulling his hands back and stepping away from TK. “But I think it’d be better if we didn’t.”
TK nodded, reaching for the champagne bottle, turning it upside down, and chugging before righting it. He wiped his mouth and handed it off to Hayes, who tipped it back.
“If things were different, would you?”
Hayes wiped his mouth, righted the bottle, and set it down. “Teek, if things were different? I’d let you do whatever the fuck you wanted to me.”
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“Biggest issue I’m seeing with you is you’re not defending at the blue line, Baylor. You need to read that attack and put pressure on them, keep ‘em out. You can’t let a two-on-two or a three-on-three situation inside the zone. You gotta get ‘em at the line. You’re hesitating and letting ‘em come right in. That’s a problem.”
Ryan nodded, as his captain, Marco Mizrak, hit him with some constructive criticism while they removed their gear following that night’s 5-4 loss against Seattle.
“That, and you keep screening Boosh. You gotta communicate with him more. You’re big as hell and you’re always right in his line. Hey,” Marco said, smacking him lightly with one of his gloves when he saw him hang his head. “You’ll get there. I know it’s hard being the newbie, but other than that, you’re hustling like crazy. You’re a beast offensively. I’ve never seen a one-timer like yours, man. Take what I’m saying and let it make you better, not bitter. OK?” He patted Ryan’s shoulder, turning away. “This L wasn’t on you tonight.”
Bullshit, Ryan thought, shuddering at the fact that he was now at a minus 6. The only reason that number wasn’t higher was because he’d happened to be on the ice for a few of Tampa’s goals. But he’d been on the ice for each one they’d given up tonight as well, and though the game came down to the wire, they weren’t able to pull off the W.
“Baylor.”
Ryan, down to just his hip pads, turned when he heard his name. There, he found one of his fellow d-men, Joss Koskinen. “What’s up, Koski?”
“I know you were frustrated out there tonight. Don’t be. Lots of mistakes were made. It wasn’t on you.”
Ryan smiled, sitting down to take his skates off. “I appreciate that, man.”
“Listen, when we get to Jersey tomorrow, before practice, if you wanna hit the weight room, I can show you some leg shit that will help you with your speed bursts. I mean, if you…” His voice trailed off and he looked away. “I don’t mean…I just wanna…”
“Nah, that’d be great, man. Thank you.”
“Um, OK. Cool. Also, like,” he said, lowering his voice. “I know that you…and Tyler Hayes…and I wanted to…like, is no big deal. At all. OK?” Koski closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead. “Fuck, I sound like asshole…”
“Hey. Not at all. It’s…thank you. Seriously.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Ryan nodded, examining him. He was a little older than him at 27 and kind of a fucking smokeshow. He was Finnish with a slight accent, icy blue eyes, and dark blond hair.
“Cool. You get a car yet or you still Uber?”
