Chapter 32
Adonis
“Everyone, be quiet, or go find somewhere else to watch the game!” Adonis shouted.
His apartment was full of people—friends from the figure skating team, boys from the hockey team, Guy and Jason, and other friends.
A large spread of food (potluck style, brought by everyone) covered the kitchen counter.
The NCAA hockey championship game was on the TV, about to start.
“Should’ve been you guys,” Clarisse said to Robbie and Bash. They, along with Adonis, were squeezed tightly onto Adonis’s couch.
Adonis and Bash hadn’t told Clarisse and Robbie that they’d fucked on that couch only an hour before everyone else had arrived.
But hey, they’d used a towel.
“I’m still pissed,” Robbie grumbled, taking a swig of his beer.
“There’s always next year,” Bash said, then cocked his head. “Wait, no, we’re graduating.”
“Yeah, that’s why I’m pissed,” Robbie said.
Adonis squeezed Bash’s hand and reached around Clarisse to pat Robbie’s shoulder. “At least you’re both going to the NHL,” he said. “You can win those big games. Whatever they’re called.”
Bash and Robbie exchanged a look. “You gotta help him be a better WAG,” Robbie said with a laugh.
“I am officially campaigning for WAG to become WAP,” Adonis said primly.
“What?” Clarisse choked.
“WAP,” Adonis said. “Wives and Partners, instead of Wives and Girlfriends.”
“That’s not what WAP stands for,” Clarisse said.
“An acronym can mean many things,” Adonis said with a sly smile.
“I decided I’m not gonna play for Detroit,” Robbie said.
“What?” Adonis gasped. “You’re not?”
Clarisse turned to smile at Adonis. “He’s moving with me to California. He’s going to coach hockey at Stanford while I work on my PhD.”
“Yeah,” Robbie said. “I realized this year that I have a natural talent for coaching, after doing a little bit of it as co-captain.”
“You’re a much better captain than I was,” Bash admitted.
“You won’t be super far from us, then,” Adonis said.
He still got giddy when he said “us.”
That’s what he and Bash were—a unit. They were moving to Seattle. Not just Bash. Bash would be playing for the Seattle Killer Whales, though he didn’t expect to see much ice time during his rookie year.
Adonis didn’t mind if it meant he’d get to spend more time with his boyfriend.
Though he might not have a lot of free time, he’d be up to his neck in work for law school.
He’d just made his decision earlier that week: University of Washington Law.
They had an excellent program in sports law, and he had this so-far mostly unformed idea that someday he could use his law degree to work with Bash at his foundation.
Bash hadn’t told anyone else about his foundation, aside from Adonis, and it had made Adonis love Bash even more.
“I hope your apartment in Seattle has a guest room,” Clarisse said.
“Apartment?” Adonis said. “Bash bought a fucking house. He’s not just my boyfriend. He’s my sugar daddy.”
“Ew,” Bash said. “I’m breaking up with you.”
Adonis kissed Bash. “Nice try.”
On the TV, the referee dropped the puck. The game began.
Adonis leaned his head against his boyfriend’s shoulder, and Bash draped an arm around him, pulling him closer.
There were still some questions about what would happen next, but Adonis was ready to face those questions because he wouldn’t be facing them alone.
The End
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