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This whole thing with Zee confused him more than he wanted to admit. Sure, Zee had always been fine with Ishir liking Alphas, but he sure didn’t seem to want to apply that to himself.
If Zee was totally straight, why was he so eager to tell Ishir how to jerk off? To smell the Alpha scent of him after he came, to see him messy and marked at the end of it?
“Oh.” Olive scrunched his nose. “I mean, ultimately, it was good. Sure, some people are still sucky about it, but I’ve learnt to tune them out. It was harderkeepingthe secret, honestly.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Like…things can’t grow in the dark, you know? It’s safer there, where no one can see you, but there’s just nothing else there. It helped that I had people around me—Cap, Orion, Levy, obviously. That’s all you really need. The Hounds still want me—there’s no way the team that knew Orion was an Omega since his rookie year is gonna do something shady like trade you if you come out.”
Ishir wanted to believe that. Wanted to not care about what the fans would think, what they would say. “Yeah. Thanks. Uhm…I feel like Levy and Zee are being suspiciously quiet.”
They found the two boys playing a simultaneous game ofChubby Bunny, their mouths stuffed with marshmallows.
Levy let out some incomprehensible sound, white, sugary spit falling from his mouth.
“Ew,” Olive groaned. “How many do you have in there?”
Levy signed for twelve.
“Not bad, I guess.”
“Nah.” Ishir shook his head. “Bergy can fit twenty-three in. No joke.”
That seemed to spur Zee into action, ramming another one in there and then promptly choking.
“Oh my God, Zee. Don’t die. Also, I amnotcleaning up whatever is about to fall from your mouth.”
Ishirdidclean it up in the end due to Zee’s knee, but Zee owed him a big one.
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It sucked that Ishir had to go on the next road trip without Zee.
“It’s fine. It’s fine that you’re abandoning me,” Zee declared, splayed on the couch.
Ishir laughed. “Zee…”
“No, it’s honestly fine. I have PT and shit. Score a goal for me, yeah?”
“Sure. I’ll get a hatty.”
Zee grinned at him toothily, a glint in his eyes.
Ishir didn’t manage to net a hat trick, but he did bury a power-play goal during their second game. The team was in San Francisco, and they made the most of the city that night, hitting a few bars and ending up at a club. Ishir made it to his room at almost two in the morning, tired but still bubbling from the win.
Zee had insisted Ishir text him when he returned to the hotel, so he shot him a quick message. It was like five in the morning in New York—there was no way Zee was still going to be up.
Ishir dropped onto the bed with a groan, still in his suit. This would be the first time he’d come without Zee getting involved in months. Did he even want to—
That thought was cut short as his phone started buzzing. Ishir stared at it incredulously before picking up. “Yeah?”
“Took you long enough. Did you hook up?” Zee demanded.
Ishir blinked a few times, trying to process that. “Dude, isn’t it super late there? Or early?”
“So you did.”
“What? What are you talking about?” Ishir wasn’t drunk, but he was definitely tipsy, and his head felt muddled.
