“Because you’re going to want it to be a whole thing, abigthing, and it doesn’t need to be. It’s just something I like doing.”
God, that was such bullshit. Sure, he probablydidlike doing it, but that didn’t mean Lane’s little hobby couldn’t be something the whole team could benefit from.
“Yeah, except you forget I’m a football player too—”
“I’ve never forgotten that,” Lane said, with a deep rumble.
“Okay, I’m just saying, I watch film too. I’ve been watching it for years.”
“Not well,” Lane interrupted.
Trevor shot him a hot glare, and Lane grinned. “Stop interrupting me.”
“Then stop looking so cute and pissed off when I do it,” Lane retorted fondly.
Trevor didn’t know what to even say to that. He tried to regroup. “I mean, Iknowwhat this is, and how hard it is to do well, and that it’s not exactly in your job description.”
“If I want to be good, it is.”
“Okay, but why not share this with Aidan? Or Zane? Or Mo? Or any of the other coaches?”
Lane just shrugged.
“That’s not an answer,” Trevor said.
“If I knew you’d be this into interrogation, I wouldn’t have invited you to stay,” Lane grumbled, but Trevor was beginning tosee things much more clearly, and he was pretty sure that was a total fucking lie.
“Sure,” Trevor said.
Lane made an annoyed noise in the back of his throat. “Are you done?” he asked, but when Trevor looked over at him, he was still gazing back with just as much affection as before.
“Yeah,” Trevor said. “I’ll . . . be right back?”
Lane raised an eyebrow.
If Lane was inviting him to do what Trevorthoughthe was inviting him to do, then he was going to justtakeit. Lane had told him to, hadn’t he?
“I’ve got to brush my teeth. Change into my pajamas. Grab my Kindle.”
Lane relaxed. “Alright,” he said.
Trevor had begun to drift a little, as he’d lain in bed next to Lane before, but now as he stood and headed to his room to get ready for bed, his heartbeat was racing.
Lane hadn’t onlynotargued or stopped him, he’d justletTrevor.
It made Trevor want to push, a little, to see where the limits were.
What wouldn’t Lane let him do?
On one hand, Trevor thought as he brushed his teeth, he wanted to know. He wanted to see the whole field of play laid out before him, clear and well-lit.
On the other hand, it was exhilarating to discover each new and different section for himself. Areas he’d never imagined were even there, suddenly available to him. Areas he realized he waswelcomein.
Maybe it was okay to justletthe latter happen.
Take Lane at absolutely his word, not just assume that he meant sexual exploration, and take everything he wanted.
When he returned to the bedroom, he had his Kindle and his phone charger, which he plugged in on the other side of Lane’s bed, on the table that was clearly unoccupied, because all it had was a lamp.
