“Oh, so this is because of your no nut crap?” I look around to make sure none of the guys are here before hugging him.
“Obviously.” He pulls back from the hug to look me in the eyes. “Do you want me to stop?”
FORTY-ONE
WOLFE
Idon’t want to stop, but I’m not going to make him uncomfortable with the team for the last couple of weeks of the season. It’s something we can face after the draft.
“I’m just not used to it,” Archangel says and braces himself.
“I’m not going to get upset with you. I want you to be comfortable with anything we do.” I kiss his forehead and let him go. “Come on. We need team bonding.”
“Are you sure this won’t bother you?” He looks at me like I put the light in his eyes.
“Any part of you is enough.”
The whole team is already in the conference room, getting themselves food, when we walk in.
“Wolfe!” Savage abandons his massive plate of pasta and comes over. He holds out his fist, and I bump it. “How’s the neck?”
“Fine, actually. Looks worse than it is.”
Lovelace, Solace, and Ridgeway join us.
“Then why’d you go down?” Lovelace asks.
I tell them what the doctor told me. I’m assuming coach told them I was fine but didn’t give them details.
Savage is the only one who looks like he understood. “Well, I’m glad it’s not more serious.”
“You don’t want to play tomorrow?”
“I don’t need to disappoint all these assholes when they know they can have you.” Savage is an amazing goalie and is great when I need a break or have to come out, but after all the stuff with his hall-of-famer father, I can’t blame him for not taking hockey seriously.
The rest of the guys playfully rib him.
“I can’t believe all of you bastards fall into line the second Wolfe is here,” Archangel says with annoyance, but it’s good natured.
“We were stressed out!” Solace says, not even trying to make anyone believe it.
“Coach told all of us he was fine last night, you lying bastard,” Seaborn calls from across the room.
A bunch of the guys hold up middle fingers.
“It’s different when we can see him and feel him.” Lovelace puts both his hands on my pecs. “Your tits are so grounding, bro.”
“I like when he hugs me and I press my face between them, personally,” Solace says.
How did it never occur to me how incredibly gay hockey is before I realized I’m bisexual? And it’s like this all the time.
“Seriously?” Lovelace says, giving my pecs another squeeze. “Hug me, bro.”
I roll my eyes but wrap him up in a big hug, glancing over at Archangel to make sure he’s okay with things. He’s shaking his head but smiling.
Lovelace nods as he processes.“You’re right, that is nice.”
Most of the rest of the team comes over to get a hug to compare.
