Trevor put his phone onto charge, picked up his Kindle, and settled back into the spot he’d left.
For a second, he felt Lane tense against him as he cuddled up close. But then he relaxed.
Trevor opened the book he was in the middle of and smiled to himself as Lane leaned over and pressed another kiss, in the exact same spot, onto his shoulder.
Chapter 8
Consideringhowthingsweregoing with Trevor—he’d come to Lane’s bed and then not left, spending the last three nights there, which Lane wasdefinitelynot going to argue about—Lane supposed it was not surprising that on Saturday night, he’d ended up on what could feel like a double date, if he let himself think about it.
“We should’ve told Nate we were coming,” Levi complained. “He’d have gotten us really great seats. Or even better, we should’ve toldRamsey. He’d have gotten us into the WAG section with Nate.”
Aidan shot his boyfriend a look. “Oh, you wanna sit in the WAG section, huh?”
“I’d be hot in there, don’t you think?” Levi said, batting his eyelashes.
“A real natural,” Aidan retorted, deadpan.
“Think you’ve missed your calling,” Trevor chimed in, grinning.
When Levi had sidled up to him after practice on Friday and casually suggested to Lane that he and Trevor come with him and Aidan to the Buffalo Wolves game on Saturday night, he hadn’t really known what to say.
They had the weekend free, but he’d sort of anticipated not leaving the couch. Convincing Trevor to cook dinner for them again, while they watched the two full days of the first round of playoff games. Capping everything off with more blowjobs in the comfort and relative simplicity of his condo.
He hadn’t even considered driving down to Buffalo and watching Ramsey play hockey. He hadn’t even considered inviting Trevor, but Levi had just assumed they came as one package deal, and Lane really hadn’t let himself contemplatethat.
Or howrightthat felt. Even more right than waking up every day to Trevor’s cute little snores, his horrible bed head, and his even worse morning breath.
“That’s right,” Levi said smugly, “I’m totally WAG material.”
Aidan laughed.
Usually Lane enjoyed Aidan and Levi’s ridiculous coupledom, but tonight, it kept making him think,are we like that? Do I want us to be like that?
Everything was so different these days, but that didn’t mean it was bad. The opposite, in fact.
“What about Trevor?” Levi continued. “Would he be good WAG material?”
“Obviously,” Trevor answered for himself.
But Levi just rolled his eyes. “You can’t say that aboutyourself, dude.”
Lane tried hard to ignore the way Trevor flushed, clearly embarrassed. He was the rookie here, in this outing and on the team. When Lane had told him that Aidan and Levi had invited them to come to this game, he’d been nearly shocked. “Me,why?” Trevor had said, looking so astonished that Lane had been kind of mad on his behalf. Why did Trevor not think he was worth the time and attention of the older guys? Lane wanted to shake him—boost him up—until hedidbelieve it.
He told himself that was why he spoke up. “What ifIthink he’s totally WAG material?” Lane asked.
Three sets of eyes swiveled in his direction.
Two pairs did not look even the slightest bit surprised by Lane’s declaration. The third pair, wide and stunned and pleased, were all that Lane could see.
“Oh,” Trevor said. “You mean that?”
Levi, on Lane’s other side, elbowed him hard in the kidney. Lane barely noticed. He was too busy staring at Trevor, into those soft warm eyes.
“Yeah, of course.” Lane wanted to make sure heknewit.
Sure, he’d always thought Trevor was gorgeous. Sure, he’d always wanted him, but the desire was like getting blinded by the sun now, because he knew what he tasted like and kissed like andwas.
Sure, the game would be fun, but they could be at his place, right now, and he wouldn’t have to hold back on doing what he wanted. Most importantly, because Trevor had made it clear first thathe’dlike that, very much, and second, because Lane wanted it so bad that he thought he’d go insane without it.
