“I think it’s how tall he is. Your face just goes right between them,” Cox says right into my chest.
Coach Hawke, of course, chooses that moment to walk in. He blinks and looks around at what looks like a line of people in front of me and his boyfriend speaking into my chest.
“I wonder if it’s better when he’s shirtless,” Lovelace muses.
Hawke pinches the bridge of his nose and walks back out.
“Your man’s jealous,” I say when I release Cox.
“Little bit.”
“You might want to go talk to him,” I say, feeling a little bad.
Archangel chokes back a laugh.
Cox cracks up and shakes his head. “He knows how homosexual hockey is. I’m sure he’s done so much worse. I’ve heard some stories.”
I hold up my hands. “Just making sure.”
I get a few more hugs. “Okay, guys, I need a DP break.”
“If you want to DP, I’m sure we could get two guys between your pecs at the same time,” Savage throws out.
A few guys volunteer, and I lift my arms, but Archangel shoves them down.
“You are the killer of fun!” I mutter.
“I know.” Archangel pushes me toward the food. “Let him eat, guys.”
But I spot Ridgeway. “Bro, you didn’t get a hug.” I walk toward him with my arms open.
Archangel doesn’t even try to stop me.
Ridgeway holds up his fork. “If you hug me, I’m stabbing you.”
“Who hurt you?” I whisper while Archangel drags me away.
I love every single one of these guys. They are the reason I didn’t leave school after two or three years to go play professionally.
Archangel and I choose a quiet corner to eat in while the team settles back into their dinner.
I glance around, then lean in and whisper, “This bisexual perspective is eye opening.”
Angel stares at me for a minute before answering. “Are you telling me all of you act like that all the time, and you weren’t trying to be homoerotic?”
“No! That’s just how one man acts with another man whom he handles sticks with.”
Archangel blinks.
“Okay, I heard it that time, too.”
He lets out a breath, shaking his head. “But not any other time in the last decade?”
I close one eye and shake my head. “Nope.”
“Straight men oppress themselves.”
I stand up as everyone’s finishing and announce, “No one’s allowed to go out tonight, so I vote we all go get our blankets and bring them back here to watch movies. I’ll steal the projector.”
