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So why the fuck was he suddenly noticing that Wright was all compact muscle?
He could almost feel the ghost of a warm hand on his shoulder, the brush of callused fingertips catching at the collar of his shirt—
“Fuck, you feel even better than I thought you would.”
It was a few moments before Ryan’s brain rebooted enough to make words. “Hey, Nicky?” “Guh,” Nico said. Ryan wasn’t sure if he meant yes or no. Ryan patted the easiest part of Nico to reach. It turned out to be the middle of his chest. “Good game.” Twelve seconds later, Nico hit him with a pillow.
“Yeah, Nico, c’mon—suck me.”
Where did you even buy a goose in the US? Like, assuming you didn’t shoot it yourself?
Nico’s mother laughed and said something in Russian. Then she poured a bunch of rum over the wine pot and lit it on fire. Nico’s mom was metal as fuck.
It shouldn’t have hit Ryan so hard, one simple word and a bare second of contact. But he still found himself sitting there longer than he should, fighting the urge to bring his hand to his mouth and the realization that he’d fallen so much faster than he thought he could.
Whoops.
“So you like him enough to get your heart broken, but you’ve decided not to fight for him.”
Vorhees was an incompetent asshole who sucked in many ways,
“They traded Nico.”
“Bye, Felicia.”
When he couldn’t get his mind to shut off for his pregame nap, he rolled over, stared at the ceiling for twenty seconds, and then jerked off fast and almost mean, remembering the way Ryan had pinned him to the wall in the shower after the All-Star Break.
The thought of everyone knowing that Nico was his, and maybe even better, that he was Nico’s…. It was terrifying, but awesome.
And then he pushed Nico up against it and kissed him. With Nico still in skates and Ryan in slides, he had to stand on tiptoe. Nico bent down to meet him, holding Ryan by the elbows, melting into it. Ryan shivered against him, muted through the layers of Nico’s gear but no less delicious. He opened his mouth for Ryan’s tongue, needing more, and curled his fingers a little tighter. He felt light-headed. Suddenly all his blood was rushing south. An animal noise escaped him when Ryan scraped his teeth over his lower lip—
Nico couldn’t help it. He took Ryan’s face in both hands and kissed him—hard, passionate, and way too short.
“I love you.” The elevator doors dinged open. Nico backed out of them, grinning. “I know.”
“I fucking missed you,” Ryan sighed against his mouth, scoring his teeth over Nico’s lower lip. “God, I missed you so much.”
“I love you,” Ryan said again.
“Oh my God,” Ryan said, insensate with pleasure. Nico made an incredulous noise of agreement against his neck. “I love you,” he added. Nico muffled a laugh in his skin. Ryan could get used to that. “I love you too.” Gently, he disentangled their bodies, removed the condom, and then curled back toward Ryan.
“Did I mention that I love you?” Nico smiled dopily. Ryan could relate. “A couple times.” “Lemme wash your back and I’ll prove it.”
A second later Nico was pulling him to his feet. “Deal.” Which just left one further order of business. “Hey, Nico?” Ryan asked as he started running the water in the tub. Nico glanced up. “Hmm?” “Knight takes C7.” He paused. “Checkmate.”
Basically, he made me captain again. First up, before our dinner, we have the first dance.”
“Holy shit.” “Hm?” Nico turned away from his view of the dance floor and focused on Ryan. “The Orcas”—Nico’s gaze sharpened—“they made an offer. A good one.” “Yeah?” “Yeah. Fuck, Nico, next year, it’s you and me, babe. We’re playing together, on the same team.” Nico kissed him hard and pressed their foreheads together. “No matter what the sweaters say, you and me? We’re always on the same team.”
