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“No, listen to me. You are ridiculously good-looking. Do you think I’m happy that you’re gay? I am not.”
The man was doing a deep lunging hamstring stretch that showed how flexible he was. Kip imagined what that position might look like without the heavily padded hockey pants.
Kip made a mental note to stop making assumptions about the preferred sexual positions of giant, muscular star athletes.
Kip loved the shower almost as much as he loved making out with Scott Hunter in it. The water traced Scott’s muscles as it flowed down his ridiculous torso.
“I want you wearing the suit I bought you. And later, when we’re alone, I want to take it off you.”
It was so easy to shift into this authoritative role, to cover his nerves with a firm, cool tone. And, god, the way Kip obeyed him so willingly. It made Scott’s head swim.
“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.”
And when Scott’s fists had been colliding with that asshole’s face, he’d wanted to tell him. He’d wanted him to know exactly who it was that was beating his face in. A cocksucker. A homo. Yeah, a fucking faggot is about to break your fucking jaw.
“You don’t even know if I’m a good worker,” Kip pointed out. “Are you a bad worker?” “No.” “Well, I don’t think you’re a liar, so I’ll go with that.”
“Stay in the closet forever. Got it.” “What’s wrong with the closet? It’s a wonderful place crammed full of professional athletes.”
“Scott,” Carter said, holding a hand up. “Shut the fuck up for a second. I’m gonna process this shit, and then I am gonna give you a manly hug. But just shut it for five seconds.”
“Thank god,” Huff said. “I thought you were gonna say you were secretly dating Rozanov.”
Foreshadowing...
sure what he meant, but he nodded. “This is me. I mean, this has always been me. But now I’m…better at being me.”
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.
