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I fell onto my bed and dragged my phone out of the pocket of my pants. I unlocked the screen and smiled at the photo of Mom and me on the wallpaper. The picture was before everything went to crap and Dad left us. I’d only been sixteen at the time, but I’d been making my name in figure skating, ready to be part of the Olympic team. As a treat for winning my latest competition, Mom had taken me to a mall in the city of Pleasant Beach, where we used to live. We lapped at ice cream on a particularly hot day in May, and it was at times like that that I’d loved living in California. I’d pulled out my phone and snapped a selfie, and it’d been my wallpaper ever since. Mom was my best friend. Well, one of them.
Since getting to New Gothenburg, I’d made some new friends, including a basketballer named Milo and Thane Harding, the hockey team’s goalie. Thane and I had grown close since the first preseason practice, while Milo and I had met at a bar where he’d tried to outdrink me with shots. What he hadn’t known was that I was cheating, and instead of chugging them, I was throwing them over my shoulder. When I’d told him a few days later after we ran into each other again, he’d punched me on the shoulder gently and called me an asshole, and we’d been friends since.
While Thane knew Atlas best, he had to stay unbiased because he was on the team with us. So, I called Milo instead.
Placing the phone to my ear, I waited for my new friend to answer. It only took him a few seconds.
“Hello, you’ve reached Milo’s Magic Men. We have Tom, Dick, Harry, and Ken. What’s your taste for today?” He cackled at his own greeting before he could finish it.
I rolled my eyes and grinned. “How hung is Ken?”
“Eh. Between you and me, there isn’t much to see down below.”
Snickering, I stared up at the coffered ceiling of my bedroom and the round lights. Everything about this place was so expensive. There was no other word for it. “Do you want to talk about a doll or my new hockey bitch housemate getting a chubby around me?”
Milo snorted. It took a moment of silence for him to connect the dots before he choked on something, and I wasn’t sure if it was air or a drink. “Wait. Atlas Frosteson caught wood for you? Tell me more.”
I told him everything, and by the end of my story, he was laughing so hard that I thought he fell off wherever he was sitting because I heard athump, then an “umph” from him.
“You all right?” I snorted in amusement.
“I think I broke my arm,” he joked before laughing again. “Fuck. I bet he was so pissed off.”
“I figure he’s going to give me hell after that.” I shrugged, even though he couldn’t see it. “I’m ready for whatever he brings. I bet my ass it’ll be on the ice.”
“Well, you’re used to guys chasing those bouncy cheeks of yours around the rink, aren’t you?” He chuckled at himself, and I shook my head. I’d never met anyone quite like Milo. He enjoyed laughing at his own jokes, and I had to give him credit, that made him more likable.
“I’m used to it off the ice, too.”
“How about you prove it? It’s Saturday. Come out with me and my friends.”
“Who? That guy who was with you at Sinful when we first met?” I couldn’t remember the other guy’s name, but he was cute, and I’d thought about introducing him to Thane, who swore he wasn’t gay, though my gaydar never lied. That boy checked out more male asses than female. I’d seen him more than once in the locker room, peeking from the corner of his eye at Boss with an interest only a gay or bi-curious man could. Boss, on the other hand, had dated so many girls since I’d arrived at NGU that I couldn’t keep up with them.
“Brisco,” Milo offered. “Dude, that was a night.”
“Mousetrap again?” I asked.
“Uh.... Hmm.”
I snorted. “Where else should we go?”
“Black Out.” He chuckled. “You’ll love it there. Plenty of gay bikers to get fucked by.”
“Mm?” I smirked. “Call me intrigued. Let’s do it.”
“Great. Meet you there tonight at ten?”
“Deal,” I said.
3
ATLAS
Bossand I walked along the sidewalk in downtown New Gothenburg while he finished off a clove cigarette. I loved the smell of the smoke, but I had no idea why he inhaled a full pack of them per day. There were a couple of guys on the team who smoked, and they always ended up winded before everyone else, even if they were still in far better shape than most people.
“You should quit that shit,” I said, frowning at him, and he laughed.
“This is exactly why I voted for you for team captain.” He winked at me as he tossed the cigarette butt on the sidewalk and stomped on it.
