Hence the panic.
And itisn’t gay panic, thank you, Thad and Madison. He wasn’t having a crisis about how to handle a dick.
Graham figured it was pretty much like handling his own, only it was attached to another person. Though … maybe hewasa little unsure about the idea of that dick going inside him?
Based off a few conversations they’d had, Graham had a vague inkling Thad was a top most of the time. Though he also got theimpression that he was sometimes up for bottoming if the other person wanted to top.
Which did fit his general personality of ‘up for whatever’.
But like, withGraham, what would he want? Hell Graham didn’t even know what he himself wanted.
He swallowed hard as he thought about the feel of Thad’s mouth against his again. Okay, he really wanted that part.For sure.So they’d … take it from there. How difficult could it be?
Graham just had to convince the guy he was into to give things a shot even though there were like nine hundred reasons they shouldn’t be together.
“Okay, I can do this,” Graham told himself sternly.
He almost believed it.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Thad stood in his hotel room after dinner, still thinking about the way Graham had cornered him in the hall at the back of the sushi place as Thad came out of the restroom and muttered, “want to come to my room to watch a movie after dinner?”
On the surface, it wasn’t that weird of a question, even though it wasn’t something they’d done before.
Usually on road trips, Graham spent time with his teammates and Thad either hung out with the other people in the social media department or trainers or equipment guys, or, more often, went off on his own.
But there was nothing to say he couldn’t go to Graham’s room to watch a movie. There was nothingforbiddenabout it.
And yet, there had been something shifty and furtive about the way Graham had asked. A nervous, twitchy energy Thad had never seen him display before.
His thoughts immediately leaped to the reminder Graham wassinglenow and he wanted to spend time alone with Thad in a room with a bed and …
Thad rolled his eyes at himself.
Jesus, was this what having a crush was like? It was honestly terrible. It made him start reading into things he had no business reading into. It was probably going to be a couple of guys hanging out and watching a movie, for fuck’s sake.
Which was why Thad changed from the charcoal trousers and dark blue button-down he’d worn to dinner into a Harriers tee and a pair of sweatpants that had been cut into shorts. He exchanged his trouser socks for soft white crew socks and slipped his feet into slides before pocketing his key card and phone.
There, if that didn’t scream “buddies hanging out” he didn’t know what would.
Thad shot Graham a text saying he’d be there in a few, then walked to the elevator.
He caught a glimpse of Leah Fry—the strength and conditioning coach—disappearing into a room he was pretty sure belonged to Danny Foley—the video coach—but he looked away.
What his co-workers did was their own business.
Thad rode the elevator to the floor below where the players were staying. He could hear shouted laughter from one room he passed and some muffled explosions—guys playing video games, presumably—on his way to Graham’s room at the end of the hallway.
Thad took a deep breath, then rapped his knuckles against the door.
There was a bang and the muffled sound of swearing from behind it and Thad raised his eyebrows, wondering what the hell was going on in that room.
After a moment, the door flew open to reveal Graham had changed out of the tight white T-shirt and slim-cut black suit he’d worn to dinner. But unlike Thad, he’d gone for nice jeans and a maroon Henley that molded to his torso.
His cheeks were a mottled shade of red that clashed with his shirt, and he looked oddly flustered.
“Did I interrupt something?” Thad said, amused.
