Ryan stares directly at Danton. “You’ve known this entire time?”
“Of course I knew. Honestly, I think half the team suspects.”
Ryan folds his arms across his chest and turns to look out the windshield. “Nope. There’s no way. I’ve been nothing but careful.”
“It’s not like any of them care,” Danton says. “They’re all happy to get the girls you give the brush-off to every time we all go out. You’re like the perfect wingman for most of these guys. Hell, didn’t Clemmers’ wife try to sleep with you first?”
“Yeah, she did.” Ryan smirks. “But still. There’s no way any of them know.”
“Trust me,” Danton says. “They’re going to be far more surprised about Baby.”
“Maybe we could not call me Baby right now,” I say. Though I have to at least admit I’m feeling a bit smug that the team suspected Ryan was gay before me.
“Sorry, Baby.” Danton catches my eyes in the mirror again. “No chance. It’s sticking.”
I glare at him. “I’ve noticed.”
“It is a little weird you all get to call him that,” Ryan says. “I feel like that should be reserved for me.”
“Not a chance,” Danton says. “Ivanov would have a fit and we need him focused on tending goal, not fighting you for the right to call your boyfriend Baby.”
Right. Focused. That’s what we need to be. All of us. Not just Ivanov. Not just the three of us in this car. The entire team. We need focus.
I slump in my seat and take my gaze out the window, watching the streets of St. Louis go by. “Can we at least agree to keep this between the three of us for now? I don’t want this to be a distraction.”
Danton looks over his shoulder at me, then reaches back and struggles to ruffle my hair. “Brandon, there is no version of this situation where I out the two of you. You can tell the team never or the minute we show up to practice. I don’t care. It changes nothing.”
I nod my head at him.
“Of course it changes nothing,” Ryan says. “We’re the fucking Mules! There is literally no better team.”
I look at the back of his head in disbelief. “There are literally like fourteen other teams statistically better than us.”
He turns in his seat to look at me again. “I meant teammates wise.” Now he’s the one who reaches back to touch me. But instead of ruffling my hair, he uses his hand to smooth the longer strands behind my ears. “But also, stop being a brat. We’ve won two rounds of the playoffs. There’s no denying it. We’re a good team.”
He’s right. I smile at him. There’s no denying it.
Ryan
As we’re walking out of the practice facility I lean in close to Brandon and whisper into his ear, “We should go back to my place.”
Brandon keeps his eyes focused forward, but there’s no missing the shy grin his lips pull up into. “Do you have something in mind?”
“I have quite a few things in mind.” Things we haven’t done yet but I’m certainly craving now that I know for sure we’re feeling the same way about each other.
Brandon finally turns and looks at me. He wets his lips. “I’ll just go let Danton know.”
“Screw that.” I laugh and nudge Brandon towards the door. “You can text him if you’re so worried.”
“Fine,” Brandon says and starts to run out the door, making me chase after him.
Brandon
Okay, Ryan was correct. Heading back to his place was the right call. And I’m not just saying that because he’s currently on his knees with my dick in his mouth. Though that is admittedly quitenice. Too nice. I’m gonna blow before we even get our clothes entirely off.
“Fuck,” I moan and pull my dick out of his mouth.
He looks up at me, grinning like the devil, and wipes his mouth with the heel of his hand. “Eager today?”
