Trevor laughed then, and Lane had to pat himself on the back. He’d fixed it. He’d pulled them back from the edge. Of what exactly, he didn’t know, but he never wanted Trevor to think he wasn’t totally in this.
Wasn’t totally wild about him, in every possible way.
For a brief second, Lane considered telling Trevornow. It would add that extra dollop of reassurance, but before he could even consider the possibility, Trevor leaned into him, body tucking in close, and let out a happy sigh.
“Alright,” he murmured. “We’ll do it before the walk-through, okay?”
That was two days away. Surely before then, Lane would figure out the right time to tell Trevor that he loved him, that he adored him, that if he had the choice, he was never going to be apart for a single day after this.
But he’d underestimated how the preparation for the game sucked up time in the last two days. They had one semi-free evening, but both he and Trevor had agreed that they should go to dinner with their parents, who they’d barely seen all week.
It was at least good to go out with them, now that they knew the truth, and they didn’t have to hide their relationship any longer. Tom had even pulled him aside and reassured Lane that he was thrilled about this development,andthat he’d suspected for awhile that Lane’s distance had been rooted in his feelings for Trevor.
“I’m just glad Trevor finally saw that, too,” Tom said, patting Lane on the shoulder, an approving tilt to his mouth as he smiled. “You guys are good together.”
Tom’s words had meant a lot but that didn’t mean that Lane could manage to unstick hisown.
That meant that the walk-through rolled around, and after, when the team was milling around, congratulating each other on a killer season and getting psyched up for tomorrow’s game, it meant that when Trevor took his hand and, after squeezing it, plucked the microphone out of the podium, Lane still hadn’t told him he loved him.
Lane tried to justify that this was its own kind of confession, but he wasn’t sure that was entirely true.
“Uh-oh, someone gave the demon twins the microphone,” someone—Lane was pretty sure it was Mo—called out.
“Funny story about that,” Trevor said, his eyes lit up as he looked over at Lane. “Maybe not the demon twins anymore.”
“Still the demon twins, no matter how ridiculously sappy you are about each other, Jordan dished back.
“Yeah, we kinda are,” Trevor said, squeezing Lane’s hand firmly.
“We know,” Aidan said dryly, “but we’re happy for you two. Glad you finally got your heads out of your asses.”
“Spoken like someone who’d know how that feels,” Lane retorted, and Aidan just grinned, goofy, because yeah, hewould.
“He would,” Levi called out.
Lane had been so good. Had let Trevor set the tone for their big reveal, but he was ready to do his part. More than ready, if he was being honest. He leaned in and kissed Trevor square on the mouth, loving the way Trevor melted into it, intohim.
“Still the demon twins,” Trevor mumbled into his lips.
And Lane wasn’t going to argue, because he would take Trevor however he could get him, even when he was driving him insane.
“Fuck,” Lane exclaimed as he flopped down onto the bench.
Trevor knew exactly why he was pissed. Why were they even out here playing in this game, if they couldn’t get it done?
Well, correction. If they couldn’t get a freaking touchdown?
For three and a half quarters, the Thunder and the Patriots had traded field goal after field goal afterfield goal.
Dawson was earning the fuck out of his salary today, but everyone else?
Trevor wasn’t sure that he’d argue that any of the rest of them were, but then they were doing something—barely something, but still something—to drag the offense past the fifty-yard mark on at least five drives now.
“Hey, we’re scoring,” Trevor told Lane—and himself, too.
Lane made a face. “I just fucking dropped that pass. Would’ve been a first down.”
“You mean that pass that Aidan had to shovel to you before he got fucking smashed by two Patriots linebackers? The pass that was barely in your zone?That pass?”
