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Kip’s mouth may have dropped open like a cartoon character’s. Possibly his jaw was on the floor, and his tongue may have rolled out of his mouth like a carpet. It just so happened that the hottest man he had ever seen was standing in front of him.
At a little past ten, the door opened and Kip was once again faced with Scott Hunter in sweaty workout clothes.
“Right,” Kip said. Scott’s eyes were blue. They were so blue. “So…another blueberry smoothie, please.”
“Like how we’re sitting in his personal seats because he personally gave you his personal tickets when he visited you at work for the third time this week?”
Kip was struck by two things: Scott Hunter was a big star. Like, really big. A mammoth superstar athlete and this city loved him.
Scott tried to read, but his mind kept wandering. It kept conjuring the image of a charming smoothie shop clerk with stunning hazel eyes and the cutest smile…
He believed everything happened for a reason, and it couldn’t be a coincidence that Kip was here tonight. Fate had thrown them into the same room together. It was an opportunity. Scott just didn’t know what to do with it.
He stroked two slick fingers over Scott’s hole, and the NHL all-star whimpered.
He allowed himself a minute to do a little “Scott Hunter totally wants me” dance in the privacy of the back room before he floated back out to serve people smoothies.
“You want me to fuck you?” “Yeah. Would you?” Scott made a low growl and kissed him again. “Absolutely.”
Scott stroked the backs of his fingers over Kip’s face. “It’s completely selfish, actually. I want to see you in a tux that was tailored to your gorgeous body. I might not be able to dance with you that night, but you’ll know I’ll be wishing I was.”
He was smitten. That was the only word for it.
“Blueberry massage oil,” Scott said. “Couldn’t resist.” “You bought that for me?” “I did.”
“It’s been a long time since anyone’s fussed over me like this,” he said. “It’s nice.”
In that moment, Scott could imagine all of it. Being with Kip. Living with him. Going to bed and waking up together. Preparing meals and going to restaurants and traveling together. Not hiding anymore, just being happy and complete with a man he…cared about. Being brave enough to let the world know who he really was.
Maria lowered her voice and did a truly terrible impression of Scott Hunter. “Oh, hey, um, I just like to keep things the same when my game is going well, so I’m gonna need Kip Grady to give me another private tour of the whole museum.” Kip couldn’t help but laugh.
“Because he just lit up like the goddamn sun. Jesus. You guys are doomed.”
Scott groaned and moved up so he was practically straddling Kip’s face, and his beautiful, greedy boyfriend wasted no time taking his cock in his mouth.
“Yeah.” Scott smiled. He looked up at Kip, and he knew. He knew for sure. Scott Hunter was in love.
He was in love. There was no question. He was head over heels in love with Scott Hunter. It was absurd, but it was real.
He couldn’t stop smiling. He felt unhinged. He felt…like a man who was very much in love.
“I love you,” he said. “I just wanted to say that. Before I left.”
“I don’t expect you to, y’know, say it too or anything. I know it’s probably a ridiculous thing to say or feel right now, but I am in love with you. And I wanted you to know that.”
“I love you. Scott, I’m…completely in love with you.”
“Kip,” Scott sighed, “you’re my boyfriend. I’m in love with you. You can stay at my place whenever you want.”
“Kip,” Maria said, “you didn’t tell me that all of your cute dude friends are gay. What is even the point of me being here?” “I did tell you and, if you want, later we can go to Olive Garden or wherever straight people go.”
“How many minutes would I get if I just killed him?” Scott grumbled as he watched Rozanov skate away. “I’d have to give you at least ten,” Hal said dryly. “Not worth it in the playoffs.”
“What’s wrong with the closet? It’s a wonderful place crammed full of professional athletes.”
“Hey,” Bennett said, after they separated, “what’s his name?” Scott grinned. “Kip.” Carter looked suddenly delighted. “Kip!” he said. “That is the cutest fucking thing I’ve ever heard! Are you kidding me with that shit?” “Thank god,” Huff said. “I thought you were gonna say you were secretly dating Rozanov.” “Rozanov wishes,” Scott said.
“Your beard tickles,” he said. “I like it, though. It’s sexy.” “Does it make me look like a hot lumberjack?”
“You remember that?” Kip laughed. “Man, I was trying to be smooth. Didn’t actually think there was a chance with you, but I had to at least let you know that I might be interested.”
“Ah. You’re in love. That makes sense. Love makes men do all sorts of dumbass things.”
“Kip, Kip, Kip. I love that fucking name, you know. So, what the fuck, right? Did you and Scott Hunter really just make out in front of the whole damn world?” “We really did.” Kip was still buzzing about it.
Shawn: You. Fucking. Bitch. You lying fucking bitch. We’re getting lunch together. SOON.
bahahahahah 🤣🤣🤣🤣
He needed to get out of here, or make peace with the fact that he was going to fuck Kip against a wall in front of god and Ilya Rozanov.
