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He turned on the blender before he could say something stupid like, What do your abs taste like?
😅
He turned his head so Carter wouldn’t notice his goofy grin.
I'm also grinning. And giggling. Maybe kicking my feet a little too…
The discussion had escalated to the point that Zullo had informed Scott that his roommate, Brisebois, was “a fucking queer anyway,” and that he “could have stayed and learned something.”
😢
You could barely tell it had once been tailored to Scott’s body—had, in fact, been the tux Scott was wearing the first night he and Kip spent together.
😍😍😍
“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.
Actual tears prickled his eyes, which was embarrassing. It wasn’t like Scott was going to war.
😂😂😂
Kip: I meant of Jalo.
😂😂😂😂😂
“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.”
💀
Well, it had been a nice couple of hours of pretending he was in a normal relationship.
😭
The scene definitely looked romantic, and the statue’s marble penis hovering between their faces didn’t help tone things down.
😅💀
“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.
“For the record,” Carter said, “if you had to choose between the three of us—” “No,” Scott said.
😂😂😂😂😂😂
Then he heard Mom exclaim, “Oh my goodness!” He stood. “Mom?” “It’s—it’s Scott Hunter!”
😍
“Scott is my…friend,” Kip said, “if you’re wondering why he’s here.” “Actually,” Scott said, “I’m his boyfriend.”
I'm screaming🥹
Scott was giddy. “I can’t wait! I’ll set up one of the spare rooms as an office for you so you can study and do your work. I’ll get some bookshelves installed. How soon can you move in?”
Please he’s so fucking cute 😭
“Ah. You’re in love. That makes sense. Love makes men do all sorts of dumbass things.”
“I know there’s going to be a lot of…noise. I’m prepared for that. I’m focused on my game. On my team. On winning. But if I can make even one kid more comfortable with who they are, make them a little braver about living their life without shame… I’m not going to run from that. I want that.”
“But I brought you something. For luck.” He held out a blue smoothie. The last one he would ever have to make.
🥹
“Thank you. Maybe next time we go out Scott will come too.” “Tell him to leave his shirt at home. And to bring a teammate!”
Shawn: You. Fucking. Bitch. You lying fucking bitch. We’re getting lunch together. SOON.
😂😂😂😂😂
“First of all, thank you for this. All of my fellow nominees are just as deserving. Even Rozanov.”
😂
He was officially, boldly, staring down the homophobic stereotypes that got thrown around locker rooms and saying, yes, Scott Hunter—captain of the New York Admirals and model of rugged masculinity—was going to a gay nightclub with his pretty, painted boyfriend.
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.
😂
