“Happened.Happening,” Trevor added.
Cam shot him a hard look. “You need to tell Jordan.”
“He doesn’t even . . .like. . . Lane,” Trevor choked out. “He just wants to . . . well, you know.”Do what I’m doing.
“Exactly. But to sit here and not say anything, when he tries to make it happen?” The look on Cam’s face softened, but it was no less effective. “That’s shitty, Trev. Not being a good friend.”
“What if he tells anyone?”
“Is it a secret?” Cam asked, lifting an eyebrow.
“Well, it’s notnota secret,” Trevor blustered. They hadn’t talked about it, and Trevor was hoping that was a conversation for a much later date.
“Tell him.”
Of course that was the moment Jordan reappeared at the table. He probablyhadn’twashed his hands. Fucking gross. But that was a subject for another day.
“Tell me what?” Jordan asked, settling back down, picking up his beer.
Cam was probably right, and on top of him probably being right, it would mean that he wouldn’t have to fantasize about wringing Jordan’s neck or psychically send him messages that he really didn’t want Lane after all. That what hereallywanted was to leave him to Trevor.
“Uh, about Lane,” Trevor mumbled. “He’s not really . . . uh . . .availableright now.”
Jordan looked confused. “He isn’t?”
“No,” Trevor said.
Jordan didn’t look any more enlightened. “What the hell are you talking about?”
Cam sighed, full of resignation. “What Trevor is trying to tell you and can’t get out coherently is thathe’shooking up with Lane.”
Jordan looked floored. So floored that Trevor didn’t know whether he should be offended that this was so shocking Jordan could barely believe it or worried because maybe Jordandidlike him, after all, and he’d inadvertently hurt him.
“Are you serious?” Jordan said, pinning Trevor with a look. “You’re hooking up with Lane?That’sthe guy you’re hooking up with?”
There was nothing to do but fully admit it and nod, reluctantly.
“You’re fucking serious.” Jordan’s shock melted into triumph. “Fuck,dude, why didn’t you just say so?”
Trevor didn’t know why he hadn’t. Because he hadn’t talked to Lane about whether they were talking about it with teammates, even with friends. Because if he talked about it, then he might have tothinkabout it, and that was a whole can of worms he wasn’t ready to face.
“It’s . . . uh . . .”
“Oh,” Jordan said, nodding. He didn’t look angry, or hurt, even. Just fascinated. There was that at least. “It’s more than hooking up for you.”
“No,” Trevor said quickly. He didn’tlikeLane, like that anyway, because that would be insane. He barely felt like he knew Lane, still.
“Kinda seems like it is, bro,” Jordan said. He turned to Cam. “Back me up on this.”
Cam huffed out a breath. “I’m the one who figured out that it was happening at all,” he said. The look he sent Trevor was the softest yet. “Do you want to talk about it or no?”
No, not at all. Which meant he probably should.
“Just it’s . . . unexpected. Unexpected, but good.”
“Could’ve told you that,” Jordan said, rolling his eyes. “Guy looks like he knows what he’s doing. Not me being just a little disappointed you’re gonna get all that expertise.”
“We’ll find you someone,” Cam said, patting him on the arm.
