“Just like that?” Horny asks, frowning.
“In hindsight, I’ve probably never been straight. Probably always been curious.”
“And you?” he asks Etna.
“I think evenyou’reless straight than you think you are, Horny. We grow up in a world where we’re practically brainwashed into heterosexuality and anything other than that is taboo. I’m willing to bet if you gave it a chance, you wouldn’t hate it either,” Etna answers.
Horny stares at him for a minute before silently looking down.
“The p-spot—the man’s g-spot—is in the ass,” Julian points out.
Hilt snorts, shaking his head.
“I bet wifey pegs you,” Horny accuses Hilt. Though he’s teasing, a big old smile on his face, he’s stunned into staring creepily when Hilt just smiles and shrugs.
“Well, fuck,” Horny mutters.
“Life is good all around, then,” Hilt says, turning his attention to us.
“Yep,” I say. “This is maybe the point where we jinx ourselves, but… we’re happy.”
CHAPTER 29
ETNA
“We havetime for one more game before we have to head to the arena,” Hilt says.
The guys are gathered in my and Keno’s hotel room in Nashville with our laptops and headsets, playing an online space shooter game with Lo and Caulder. Okay, just with Lo. Caulder’s online, but he’s there to chat. He doesn’t play shooter games.
Lo has the day off, but Caulder’s in L.A. Actually, I think Caulder’s at Noah Kain’s house because Noah and his boyfriend Elixon are both online with us, though Noah says this isn’t the kind of game he usually plays online.
I think he’s lying, since he’s got the best shot of all of us.
It’s not exactly a team game, but as long as we sign into the same game play type, we’ll dive into the same world and can meet up and carry out missions together from there. It’s worked well so far. I enjoy it more on the television when the screen is huge and I can see everything more clearly, but it’s not bad.
“You’re playing Nashville today, right?” Lo asks.
“Yep,” Hilt answers.
“They’re not doing that great,” Lo says.
“Doing as good as Buffalo,” Caulder mutters. I can hear the frown in his voice. He sighs. “I swear, we’ve got freakin’ magic on the team and still suck ass.”
Lo snorts.
“Meanwhile, we got superstars Toronto and L.A. in the house,” Horny says. “You guys are having great seasons.”
“Meh,” Noah answers. “We’re doing well enough. I don’t think we’ll make it to the playoffs, but it’s going well.”
“I don’t know. I think you have a good chance,” Hilt says. “I’m not saying you’ll win the Cup, but I think you may make it.”
“You’ve been watching Toby Eads’ feed, haven’t you?” Noah asks, amused.
“Of course,” we all say together.
Noah laughs. “Just so you know, he finds it hilarious that thehockey playersfollow his predictions like they’re words from a god.”
“Dude, if the sports anchors were even half as accurate as him, we’d know what’s going to happen before it even happened,” Julian says. “I’m glad there’s only one man as good as Toby is at predicting the outcome of all teams. It means he doesn’t have time to fully concentrate on any one team and make us entirely redundant.”
