Page 28 of Fresh Ice
That it was Levy’s fingers.
He just didn’t know if he had the courage to ask for it.
He came, gasping into the tile wall, forehead pressed against it desperately.
Alonso emerged from the shower with steam curling around him, hoping Levy would think his blush was due to the heat.
He threw himself onto the bed, trying to act casual, but he must have upset the universe because Levy joined him on the mattress a few seconds later.
Alonso should have been given an award for not shoving him off in surprise. “What are you doing?”
“Wanna show you this meme,” Levy explained, pushing his phone into Alonso’s face.
Alonso had to rear back, squinting so he could see the screen. It was a picture of Gabby and Orion glaring at each other on the ice during their last game. The text written over the image said, ‘Find yourself a man that looks at you like Young and Gabby look at each other.’
Alonso snorted. “Yeah, right. That’ll be the day.”
“Oh, come on. They definitely have chemistry,” Levy protested.
“I don’t know what kind of chemistry you’re searching for, but those two want to kill each other.”
“Yeah, kill each other…with their dicks.” Levy fell to the side laughing, and Alonso couldn’t help but join him.
“You’re ridiculous. And insane.”
“I mean, no argument here, but I’m totally right.”
“Pretty sure Gabby is only attracted to Omegas,” Alonso pointed out.
Levy shrugged, some of the mirth falling from his face. “I guess. It’s not like he would advertise it if he wasn’t, though. Like, maybe you shouldn’t just assume…”
“No, yeah, you’re right. Sorry,” Alonso backtracked.
It wasn’t that Alonso had forgotten that Levy had come out to him, it was just never at the forefront of his mind.
Still, Alonso didn’t want to make Levy feel like he had gone unheard.
Alonso nudged Levy lightly. “There’s bound to be a lot of players keeping that secret.”
Levy gave him a slight smile. “Yeah. That kind of sucks more, though. I mean, it’ll be the same with Omegas—you’re probably not the only one on the team, let alone the league.”
Alonso opened his mouth, but no words fell out.
How stupid was he that he had never considered the possibility? He’d felt so alone with this for so long that it hadn’t crossed his mind that—of course he wasn’t the first Omega to want to play hockey. To be willing to sacrifice everything he had for it.
Levy’s expression turned concerned. “You okay?”
Alonso nodded shakily, feeling like the world was swimming around him, transforming into something a little different, shapes becoming sharper and more vivid. “This is gonna sound really dumb, but I never thought about it,” he confessed.
“That’s not dumb. It’s not an easy secret to keep. This league hasn’t made it easy,” Levy muttered bitterly.
Alonso shook his head. Could there really be another Omega on the team? It was crazy to think that he could have so many shared experiences with one of his teammates without even knowing—withouteverknowing.
“Anyway,” Levy said in what Alonso could now recognise was his ‘let’s cheer Alonso up’ voice. “Look at this other meme.”
Alonso turned his attention to Levy’s phone, happy for the distraction.
He’d process all that another time.
