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Nico’s dick would shrivel up and fall off if he found out the GM traded a right-handed defenseman to get him laid. Nico also had a right hand. It operated fine. At least now that the bone had healed.
Something had made Kirschbaum look at their little goal celebration like it was the dessert table at a wedding and he’d brought the team nutritionist as his date.
The look on Nico’s face when he’d been banished to the press box made Ryan want to wrap him in a blanket, feed him hot chocolate, and pet his hair.
“Nico, if you don’t come out, I’m going to come in. I haven’t been in a closet since 2007. Don’t make me do that.”
He picked a bag of peanuts like a good pro athlete and then, after a glance over his shoulder, a Mars bar, looking like a naughty child. Ryan wanted to buy him a case of Mars bars.
The subtext that maybe what Nico really needed all along was to get laid was pretty clear. He didn’t think his father would appreciate it if Nico said he was thinking of trying that next.
Tara video called him to laugh in his face. “Oh my God. I’m not sure if I should coo about how adorable you are or laugh at your crush.”
“You think Ryan’s a terrible hockey player and that being bad at hockey is sexually transmissible. I got it. Thanks for clearing that up.” “Nicolai—” Nico beckoned Ryan closer and gestured to the ottoman in front of him. Ryan tilted his head in question but sat anyway. “I have to go behave irresponsibly,” he said. “I’ll talk to you later.
Somehow Nico found himself standing next to him. He raised his hand and tilted Ryan’s face up toward him. Ryan licked his lips. “If I got this wrong…,” he said. Ryan surged up and pulled Nico’s head down into a kiss.
It was already too late, though, and had been for a while. He’d been lured in by Nico’s independence and determination and big sad blue eyes and gotten trapped by his sweetness and hidden sense of humor.
It took Ryan three tries to get the key card reader to work, but finally they stumbled through the door. It hadn’t even closed behind them before they were kissing, pawing at each other’s clothes as they staggered toward the bed.
Ryan reached across the car, grabbed Nico’s wrist, and pulled until his hand was on Ryan’s cock, which had been half-hard since the game ended.
His hand was in Nico’s lap now, palming Nico’s erection through his pants.
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.
They had just finished loading the dishwasher and turned it on when Nico pushed Ryan up against the counter and kissed him.
“So you like him enough to get your heart broken, but you’ve decided not to fight for him.”
I like you a lot. Please don’t go into anaphylaxis.
“I love you.” The elevator doors dinged open. Nico backed out of them, grinning. “I know.”
“No matter what the sweaters say, you and me? We’re always on the same team.”
