Page 78 of Goaltender Interference

“Oh fuck you,” Jesse said with a laugh. “I’m serious. We’ll be fine.”

“If one wrong person sees us going in and out of each other’s rooms too many times, everyone will know!”

“You were cool with blowing me in the bathroom at a bar a few weeks ago but you don’t want to fuck on the road?” Jesse said in disbelief.

“Well, may I remind you wedidn’tend up doing that,” Connor said. “Because you thought it was too risky!”

“You weredrunk.”

“That didn’t stop us from fucking last summer. And we were both way more drunk then.”

“There’s a difference! I wasn’t about to have you give me head for the first time, like, three inches from a toilet.”

“Oh, likeyou’venever gotten blown in a bathroom stall before,” Connor snapped. “Or blown someone else.”

Jesse gritted his teeth because, okay, he definitely had. But that wasn’t the fucking point. “Why are we arguing about what happened weeks ago, Connor?”

“You brought it up!”

Damn it, he had.

“Look,” Jesse said, attempting to remain calm. “We both want to avoid getting caught, right?”

“Yes.”

“And I get why you’re worried about someone catching us on the road.”

“Thank you!”

“But I think there’s a way we can do itcarefully,” Jesse argued.

“Well, I don’t. And frankly, we’ve run out of time to argue about this.”

Jesse groaned when he realized they were at the airport. “Damn it, Connor. You couldn’t have told me thisbeforeI packed? I could have brought my toy!”

“You’ll survive without sex for ten days,” Connor said as he pulled into a spot.

“Will I, though?”

“Yes. You don’t wanna know how long I went without anything but my hand.”

“Well, if you ask me, that’s all the more reason not to let it happen again,” Jesse teased. “I mean, c’mon, Connor. Self-imposed celibacy is pathetic.”

But rather than answer, Connor got out of the SUV and shut the door behind him. Forcefully.

Well, apparently that was the end of that.

Jesse stewed as he pulled his luggage out of the SUV. He threw his carry-on over his shoulder, wheeling his suitcase behind as he followed Connor’s stiff back toward the plane.

Behind him, the SUV beeped, locking.

They boarded in silence, by the look of things, the last ones to arrive.

“Sorry,” Connor said stiffly as he passed the section where the coaches and other staff members sat. “I apologize that we’re running a little late.”

“It was my fault,” Jesse lied. “You know me. Always scrambling to get my shit together at the last second!”

Hoyt and Racine both frowned in unison. In front of him, Connor’s shoulders tightened even more.

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