“Pro guys do so much worse. Don’t even talk to me.”
“I played pro,” Hawke says like any of us forgot.
“And in your day, people were still smoking in the showers.”
“I’m not that fucking old.”
I open my eyes to look at him. “Right…”
Cox bites his arm to stifle his laughing.
Hawke growls but leaves me to enjoy my DP in peace.
“He was probably hiding hotdogs under his pads, too,” I say off handedly.
“Teddy?” Rhys says, perking up across from me. “I’ve tried to make him stop, but he won’t. He says having the option for a little snack is essential to him winning.”
“I… What? I was joking because there is this former goalie who says he used to do that. You’re kidding, right? Please tell me you’re kidding.”
Rhys sighs and won’t meet my eyes.
“Does all his equipment stink?!”
“No, his mom is pretty good about washing it.”
“His fucking mom does his laundry?!” I hold up a hand. “Never mind. Do not tell me.”
Rhys mumbles something.
I plug my ears. “I am not letting his goalie demons haunt me. Do not put that bad energy on me!”
Half the team is laughing. The energy is much better than when we came in here.
“How’s your neck?” Archangel asks, taking the DP out of my hand to switch it out for electrolytes.
“Do you hate me?” I sniff the mixture and wrinkle my nose.
“I want you to not have leg cramps so you can fuck me later because you’ve refused for the last two weeks.” He puts his hands on his hips.
“While that’s a valid point, sugar is important, too.”
“Chug that, and I’ll give the DP back.”
I swallow the nasty liquid and make a face. “Nothing can be worse than this.”
“Cum is probably worse,” Solace throws out.
“There is no way cum is worse.” I grab my DP back from Angel to get the taste out of my mouth.
“You don’t know?” Seaborn asks, holding back a laugh and clearly trying to stir the pot.
“I just don’t know if I can get on my knees for a man before he’s made a life-long commitment to me.” I fight a smile, trying not to look at Archangel.
“I swear to God, if you propose before you blow me, I am going to be so mad.”
“I was just trying to save something for marriage!” I hold up my hands.
Seaborn is dying.
