And even though Lane should want him to go, should want him to form other friendships on the team, Trevor discovered he was actually a little disappointed at how readily Lane had let him go.
Chapter 6
“Yougottatellmewhat he’s like to live with,” Jordan said, leaning closer and dropping his voice, like Lane was at the next table over in this restaurant, and he was trying to keep his interest a secret.
Well, if it ever had been a secret, it was definitely not a secret now. Just a few days ago, he’d wondered if Jordan had been flirting with him, but now he’d seemingly moved on to Lane, and it was making Trevor want to tear his own hair out.
Or possibly punch Jordan in the face, which was not going to be very good for rookie bonding.
“Um,” Trevor said, unsure what to say. Unsure if he could sayback the fuck off, because why would he, unlesshewas hooking up with Lane? And that was a whole issue that he wasn’t prepared to discuss.
Even worse, Trevor was pretty sure that Cam knew about Jordo’s sudden crush, and that was at least part of the reason why he’d arranged this get-together in the first place.
So Trevor could help Jordan hook up with Lane.
“Come on,” Jordan wheedled.
Trevor picked up his drink and took an even larger sip. The Moscow mule was tasty—a delicious combo of pomegranate and ginger and lime—but what hereallyliked about it was that it gave him something to do with his hands other than wring Jordan’s neck.
And that was unfair. Of course Jordan had a crush on Lane. Lane was hot. Lane wasgood—at football and well, atalotof other things too. If Trevor thought about all the things Lane was good at right now, he was going to say something he really shouldn’t.
Cam must have realized he was at least partially uncomfortable with this conversation, because he changed the subject. Well, sort of.
“Anyoneyou’vegot your eye on, Trev?” he asked. Bless him, Cam probably thought hehadbeen changing the topic.
“Maybe,” Trevor said, because he was a shitty liar.
“You gotta tell us, bud. Who is it?” Jordan asked.
Maybe he could be at least partially honest without destroying Jordan’s hopes—though Trevor actually really wished hecould.
“It’s um, a guy,” Trevor said quietly. Cam nodded encouragingly. And that was another reason why Trevor had hoped the three of them could be friends. Cam was gay. Jordan was like Trevor, currentlyexploring. “It’s not serious, though. We just . . . we’re just messing around, I think.”
Cam raised an eyebrow. “You think? You haven’t talked about it?”
Jordan elbowed Cam. “Why would you waste a question on if they’retalking? Dude, I wanna know who it is.”
“You might not know who they even are,” Trevor said, sipping his drink again. They’d decided to splurge and order a big plate of the restaurant’s truffle parmesan fries, and Trevor hoped they’d get here soon, becauseone, he was hungry andtwo, hewas going to polish this drink off on an empty stomach, and if he did, he might tell Jordan absolutely, totally on purpose, who he was hooking up with.
“But we might,” Jordan said slyly.
Trevor rolled his eyes. Jordo would definitely not be so into his hookup’s identity if he knew who it actually was. “Anyway, no, we didn’t really talk about it. Besides. Like, uh, him offering to be the person I experimented with.”
“Oooooh, hot,” Cam said, giving him an approving nod. “And how has the ‘experimentation’ been?”
“Really good.” Trevor couldn’t keep in the happy sigh that punctuated that admission. The insanely good blowjob Lane had given him yesterday was at least seventy-five percent to blame for it, but Trevor would give at least twenty-five percent to the Moscow mule he’d nearly finished.
“Must be,” Jordan said, sounding a little envious. “How do you get someone to suggest that? ’Cause I’ve beentrying, man, and it’s like nobody’s picking up the signs I’ve been laying down. Girls are so fucking easy, like, you just look at them, and they fall all over you.”
“You idiot,” Cam said fondly, “that’s ’cause you’re a fucking football player. Rich and famous. And probably also ’cause you’re alreadypayingthem.” Everyone on the team knew about how much Jordan liked strip clubs.
“Not strippers,” Jordan argued.
“I’m siding with Cam on this one,” Trevor said, and it wasn’t a mystery at all why he would. That was one hundred percent a healthy dose of preemptive jealousy.
“You guys suck,” Jordan muttered. “I’m serious though, how am I supposed to do this?”
“Well, who have you been trying to hook up with?” Cam asked.
