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“Seriously?”
“Yeah. Let’s go sit with the boys.”
The sudden change in tune had Ishir’s head spinning. “Wait—” Zee hadn’t even answered the question.
Whatwashis type?
Zee didn’t seem interested in indulging him, though, standing up and motioning Ishir to do the same.
With a sigh, Ishir followed. It wasn’t like he actually had to know. Zee could do whatever the fuck he wanted to with his sex life. Ishir didn’t want to get involved.
He was more than happy with this being a one-way street.
**********
The very next game, Ishir got his first goal at home.
It was a little embarrassing that it was practically Christmas by the time it happened, but at least it wasn’t his firstpointin his own arena.
They ended up losing, which sucked the joy out of the goal, everybody going home to spend time with their families and partners after the game. They had the next few days off for the winter holidays, and as happy as Ishir was for the break, he hated having to wait fordaysto play again after a loss.
“Come on,” Bergy said in the locker room, throwing a wad of sock tape at him. “We win some, we lose some. We’ll rest up and crush the next team. Don’t get in your head.”
“Yeah, yeah. You’re right,” Ishir replied, slapping him on the chest playfully.
“Go eat a burger and celebrate your goal. That was a nice one, babe.”
Ishir smiled, pleased. “Cap fed it right to me…but I’ll take the praise.”
“Yeah, I bet you will.” Bergy rolled his eyes good-naturedly.
Ishir stumbled forwards a little as Zee suddenly appeared, draping over him. “Ew, man,” Ishir protested, “get your sweaty ass off me.” He shook his shoulders lightly, not actually trying to dislodge Zee.
“What’re you guys talking about? Are we complimenting Zam Zam? Because I want in on that.”
Bergy shooed them. “Yep. Go take your boy home and make him feel good.”
Ishir prayed to God he wasn’t blushing.
Zee squeezed him tightly. “Plan to.”
Ishir tried hard not to squirm in place, turning away to take his gear off and hide his face in the process.
The drive home was tense. He could feel anticipation crawling under his skin, tightening the thread of his nerves.
He had no idea what would happen now. What it would be like to jerk off just the way Zee wanted while one wall away from him? Would Zee be able to scent his arousal through the door?
Would he like it, or would it repulse him?
Ishir was a jittery mess by the time they made it to the apartment, going straight to his room to change out of his gameday suit.
“You want something to eat?” Zee shouted from the living room.
“Sure,” Ishir called back, knowing Zee would know what to order for him.
The wait for the food to arrive was excruciating, minute after minute on the couch, staring at the TV screen sightlessly. Even when it got there, Ishir had to choke it down, barely cognisant of what he was putting in his mouth.
“So. Nice goal, Zam Zam,” Zee finally said.
