Page 21 of Twisted Ruck

"Not when they play for the same team," Dallas agreed. "I assume they've already compared cock size?"

"I'd say they've had a look," Frost agreed. He glanced at me and raised his eyebrows.

"About the same," I said. Both were big and knew how to use them. They wouldn't sort out anything that way.

"They're about as fast as each other, so a foot race wouldn't prove anything," Frost said. "Can Atlas sing?"

Jay grunt-laughed. "If you think cats having their tails pulled sounds good, then yes. Otherwise, no."

"They could have a competition to see who's the worst singer," Frost said. "Storm is pretty bad too. On the other hand, we'd be torturing ourselves."

"I think that can go in the maybe pile too," I said. I liked my eardrums undamaged. Not to mention, they couldn't help it if they weren't good at singing; we didn't need to make a point of proving it.

"Can they cook?" Dallas asked. "We could see who does that better, and get a feed at the same time."

"I don't think they're ready to share a kitchen," I said regretfully. That was a good idea, but not if Atlas was inclined to slip poison into people's food or drink. He might decide it was a good opportunity to get rid of Storm.

"They'd be even in an arm wrestle," Frost mused. "What about a poetry slam?"

I bit back a giggle. "I'd love to see that." I cleared my throat and affected my best poet's tone.

"There was once a woman from Dusk Bay.

She went out for a walk one day.

Saw a bunch of footy players naked.

Then didn't know what to say."

I grimaced. "That was terrible."

All three guys smiled. The cleft in Jay's chin became more pronounced. He really was pretty adorable.

"It wasn't that bad," Jay said. "You should have ended with,they weren't as hot as Jay."

I clicked my fingers and pointed at him. "I knew it was missing something. It's much better that way."

Coach Stanley called for them to get out on the field to warm up.

Jay made a face, but sat down to pull on his socks and boots.

I noticed he was always the first one to take them off and the last to put them on. He must not like the way they felt on his feet, so he waited until the last possible minute.

He clearly found ways to adapt, so he could fit into this world of professional football.

I had to admit, that was hot. He wasn't going to let anything stand in the way of what he wanted, not even himself.

"Do I get a kiss for luck?" Frost asked. "First game of the season." He looked excited and ready to get out there and play.

I leaned over and kissed his cheek. As a doctor, I was allowed in the locker room, but I didn't want to push it too far.

"Me too," Dallas said. For once, he seemed focused on the game ahead and not on fucking me. For that, I was grateful. He could easily let me be the distraction he didn't need.

If that happened, I wasn't sure how we'd deal with it. I didn't think he did either, so he forced himself to get his head in the game, where it belonged.

I kissed his cheek, then carefully offered one to Jay once he stood. He let me kiss him, but quickly moved to the door and out onto the field.

I understood, he was never going to be inclined to public displays of affection. Or private ones unless he was totally comfortable with a person. Not everyone was cuddly.

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