Which is in five days. Our next game is against San Jose the day after Thanksgiving at their arena. I’m likely staying here for Thanksgiving. Two days off for me to get to and from the oppositecoast is a little much. I would’ve spent most of the time traveling, so I’m opting to miss the holiday with my family. It’s a bummer.
I’m not excessively close with my family, but we get along very well. Everyone is very nice and loving and supportive of each other. I’m more bummed about not seeing my nieces and nephews, but a video call will have to do.
It’s not like I’m great about communication outside of holidays. I use the excuse that hockey keeps me busy, but I think it’s just life in general. I say I’m going to call my parents and before I know it, a month has gone by and I have yet to make that call.
I give Torin another squeeze and step back so he can finish taking off his seal costume. I’m leaning against the table watching him when there’s a knock at the door. We both look up in time to see Atty poke his head in.
“You two coming?”
Torin and I nod.
“As soon as he’s stripped his seal skin,” I tease.
Torin bows his head, hiding his blush and smile.
“Cool. We’re thinking Martha’s. Has a little bit of everything. Know where that is?”
I nod. “Yep.”
“Kay. See you there.”
“We’re right behind you.”
Atty smiles and leaves, shutting the door behind him.
“They don’t mind that I’m tagging along?” Torin asks.
“You’re not tagging along. I invited you. And it was Atty who suggested I invite you before I even said something about it.”
He watches me as he slips into his sneakers. “He did?”
“Yes. They like you.”
“We’ve never really talked,” Torin says as he stands straight and stretches his back.
“I think that’s more because you don’t like attention to be on you than it is that they don’t want to,” I point out. “They’re very considerate.”
His smile is shy. “That’s nice of them.”
My stomach flutters like a thousand ballet dancers are twirling inside me when Torin crosses the space to be back in my arms. I could do this all night. Hell with the ice cream.
“Owen is joining us too. He’s Noah’s friend.” I didn’t even stumble over not saying ‘gay friend.’ “And all their partners, probably.”
Torin nods.
We remain right where we are for a long time. Long enough that I’m starting to get sleepy and decide that’s my cue to go. “Let’s drop my car off first. I find it’s less awkward for everyone else when I change in my own driveway than in whatever parking lot we’re parked in.”
Torin laughs. “That happens a lot, huh?”
“I hate dress pants. They fit awkwardly and make me feel like my dick is on display.”
Torin takes a step back, watching with hooded eyes. “Please tell me you don’t think it’s well hidden in your sweats.”
I grin. “Nope! But it’s not in the same way. Look.” Obediently, Torin’s eyes drop to my cock. “I look absolutely ridiculous. Dress pants are supposed to be tight and fitted. Because I’m not shaped for dress pants, I buy them bigger so my dick has somewhere to go. Now I not only have a growth on the side of my leg, but I look frumpy.”
His cheeks are red when his eyes meet mine again. “There are ways to… adjust yourself in pants.”
“Not without underwear, and they don’t make underwear that are comfortable for my size. I’ve looked, though admittedly, not in the last decade.”
