Us (Him, #2)

by Sarina Bowen

“Seriously,” the veteran Will Forsberg says, laughing as he covers his eyes with one hand. “It’s so bright.” “It’s so gay,” Eriksson corrects.

Here we go

It’s both dirty and hysterical all at once. Jamie’s very hard dick fills the shot. Only it’s angled toward the wall where the full, pink head leans against a flat nail that it’s presumably pounding. And Jamie has used some app to draw a happy face on his cockhead. The effect is startlingly transformative.

Oh... How i missed this!

So I do. The beard caresses my face as I fit my mouth over his, diving in like I’ve been gone from him eight months, not eight days.

The beard is the 3rd main character i can not

“Dunno. It’s my first beard, and you’re the first one to splooge in it.”

Oh!

You gonna show me or what? A second later the photo appears. Wes has taken the trouble to fold a small paper hat for his erection to wear. It’s grinning at me from what must be our sofa.

If this is a running gag... So help me god

West Bumfuck? Sounds like my kind of place.

The picture is a carefully angled shot from our sofa toward the television. But the focus is on Jamie’s cock, which appears to be aiming the remote at the television. One stick-drawn arm is pushing a button, and the other has its drawn hand on its…hip. Well, dicks don’t have hips. But still.

.....its a bit >:(

Jamie sighs. “They might put you on the IR if they think you have that flu that’s been in the news. It’s starting to freak people out. You have to play Detroit tomorrow.”

This is the SECOND time this has been brought up. IDK when this was written but please, oh please, dont be a COVID situation

Why are there still so many bigoted jerks in this world? And why aren’t we shipping them all to Antarctica?” A chuckle pops out. “Because we’re nicer than they are.” “Maybe we shouldn’t be. Maybe we should judge and persecute them right back so they know what it feels like.”

But it’s so fucking scary to think that I’m competing with both men and women for Jamie’s affections.

This narrative is so tireddddd

The problem with that idea is that I know just what Wes will say. He’ll promise me that in June the secrets are over. But now that date seems so arbitrary to me. Why not May? Why not July?

Because its pride month Jamie, duh

Tonight I have a headache, which is unusual.

DONT PISS ME OFF WITH THIS DAMN FLU !!!!!!!

“He’s been moved to quarantine,” she tells us.

No... Please no

The photo hits the Internet six hours after I walk into Jamie’s room.

They were literally in quarentine ??? Did the NURSE take the photo ???? WHAT IS GOING ON

Oh God. Are Jamie’s results back? Does she want to talk to me in private so she can confirm that the sheep got to Jamie?

Why would she tell YOU first and not HIM ?

It’s that or an interview on Matt Lauer’s sofa, sitting beside your coach.”

Okay, i thought this was written post COVID but now i know it was clearly before. Soo then... This book predicted COVID???

“Or on the couch, if you wanna watch some of the morning talk shows with me. You like The View? I do. Those broads are fun. I was on there once, d’ya know that? I hit on Whoopi. Struck out.” He pouts. “Bummer, huh?”

Now that i know hes not homophobic, he IS kinda fun

“Oh, there won’t be one,” Wes says, waving a hand. “I already paid your deductible. Insurance covered the rest.” I clench my jaw. He paid my bill? Wes frowns when he notices my expression. “What’s wrong?”

Okay, we need the beard back. It was holding in all of his evil

I don’t even know where I’m going until I get into the elevator. But then it hits me—I’m forbidden to work, but I’m not barred from the rink. I can watch my guys play, right? It’s a free country.

Sounds like a HORRIBLE idea tbh

I should be down there, congratulating kids and giving a post-game wrap-up. But another coach has taken my place, and now they’re winning. Dunlop looks about a hundred times happier than after my last few games with him. Why the hell did I come here? This was the worst idea ever.

Yup