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With that, he returned upstairs to his room, climbed back into bed, and rubbed one out, alternating between thoughts of Amara riding his dick and of himself fucking TK while Hayes took his mouth.
Baylor? he thought, as he lay there panting, using a wad of tissues to clean the cum from his abs. There’s literally no hope for you.
???
Hayes, unable to ignore his muscles screaming at him in protest any longer, finally decided to take a one-day break from the gym. After one of his afternoon group sessions, he made his way outside to the courtyard, since it was a ridiculously warm 83 degrees. He looked around cautiously, making sure he was alone before having a seat on a bench.
His mind immediately went to Ryan, who was ‘hanging out’ with one of the Lightning players that day.
One who just happened to be a gorgeous, blond-haired, blue-eyed Finn.
Hayes wasn’t a moron; he knew what that meant.
He recalled the conversation he had with Dr. Rosa in their last one-on-one therapy session.
“Ryan is a good man, Hayes. And he loves you. But you’re going to have to earn back his trust. And there’s something that needs to happen before that can even be an option.”
“What’s that?”
“Your relationship with TK has to end. It’s toxic, it’s built on lies, and it’s not healthy for you or for him. You understand that, right? That toxic relationships aren’t conducive to your recovery?”
“Yeah, but it’s…” He laughed uncomfortably and shook his head. “It’s fuckin’ Teek. He’s…my boy. I can’t just abandon him.”
“Let me ask you this, Hayes: aside from getting high and drunk together, what did you and TK have in common? What drew you to each other?”
Hayes thought about it, and had ultimately decided that, even though the answer was nothing, he wasn’t prepared to write his friend off.
He’d spoken to TK almost every night to check in and see how things were going. He’d gotten in trouble a few nights ago, having been caught taking a few puffs off a joint with another resident and landing himself on probation. But aside from that little blip, it seemed he was holding his own.
“Baby, I miss you like crazy,” TK had told him when they’d last spoken. Apparently, his therapist had been hitting him with the same warning regarding his relationship with Hayes. “He says I need to end my friendship with you, that it’s not safe. Well, fuck that shit. I can’t wait to see you, hit the ice with you again. When we’re both clean and in a better place, we’re gonna be a fucking force.”
Now, Hayes wasn’t so sure.
He cared about TK.
And TK cared about him.
Weren’t they just two broken souls who happened to be battling the same demons?
Or had they, like Dr. Rosa had suggested, actually been feeding each other’s demons the whole time under the guise of friendship?
Not to mention, if he wasn’t with Ryan at the moment, where did that leave his options with TK?
“Teek, if things were different? I’d let you do whatever the fuck you wanted to me.”
Things were definitely different now. Did that mean…
“Always so deep in thought, Morao,” a voice said, startling him.
He looked over as a much older Hispanic woman, who he recognized from his group sessions, took a seat at the other end of the bench. “What is it you think about so much?”
“I, uh…I don’t…” He stopped talking, watching her open a bag and take out some crochet needles and a ball of purple yarn. She shook it at him. “Morao. Like you.”
“I’m sorry?”
“Come on! Mo-ra-do! Purple? Jimi Hendrix?” She began singing “Purple Haze”, but since those were the only words she knew, the rest was a series of hums and noises, which made him smile. “You are Haze, no?”
“I am Hayes, yes. But it’s spelled differently.”
