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Say something, dumbass. You have to fix this.

The problem was, I didn’t know how to do that. The only thing I knew how to give him was the truth.

“Um, so it turns out I’m really fucking hard right now. Like so turned on I could cry.” The words tumbled out of me, each one coming quicker than the next. “And I was thinking that if you are attracted to me—like if I’m your type or whatever—you could maybe, um, help me out with that.”

I screwed my eyes shut and braced for disaster.

FIFTEEN

MIKEY

I was a second away from bucking Cally off me—fleeing his room for the safety of my own—when he whispered, “Yeah, Mikey. I’m attracted to you.”

“Oh.” Relief washed through me. “Thank fucking Christ,” I breathed out, pressing my forehead into the pillow. “Because apparently I’m really attracted to you, too.”

“Yeah?” he asked, sounding somewhat disbelieving—as if my basically telling him that my cock was hard and leaking inside my boxers wasn’t proof enough of that fact. Like it was only the actual words themselves that made him fully grasp the reality of the situation.

“Hold on. I need to see you. Can you⁠—”

Cally lifted his weight off and away, moving down past my feet. I rolled over onto my back, mindful not to aggravate the knot he’d worked out of me, then sat, my knees drawn up and my forearms hanging over them.

Our eyes met for the first time since this whole thing started.

And god, his fucking eyes.

I’d noticed them the first day we met, and I’d never stopped noticing them. Now, they were fixed on me, wide and dark and a little bit stunned.

“Hey, Cal,” I said stupidly.

The corner of his mouth twitched. “Hi, Mikey.”

“This is better, I think.” I gestured vaguely between us.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” he whispered, sounding stunned.

“Definitely not on my bingo card either,” I admitted.

He laughed, then fell silent, his gaze moving over my face. “Can I ask you something?”

“Ask away.” I’d let him ask me a million questions if it made him more comfortable.

“You’ve never hooked up with one of your teammates before?”

I shook my head. “Never.”

It happened all the time, actually—a road trip, someone’s hotel room, porn playing on the TV, everyone’s dick out. And if some guys got each other off, that was just bros helping bros.

But me? Never tempted. Not even a little bit.

I was tempted as fuck right now, though.

“Just so I’m absolutely clear,” Cally said, holding my gaze. “I’m the first guy you’ve ever wanted like this?”

“Yeah.” I nodded, forcing myself not to look away. “What about you? I mean, you’re gay, so like, of course you’ve been with men before. What I mean is, have you hooked up with a teammate before?”

“A couple of times,” he answered, his eyes dropping to the mattress between us. “It was just getting off or whatever. They didn’t matter.”

His voice wobbled—barely even noticeable, but enough that I got the sense there was more to the story. That those experiences hadn't been as casual as he was trying to make them sound. But now wasn’t the time to push.