Page 22 of Two Guys One Puck
“Next, we’re going to have you work with our chef.”
Shock ripples through the group. Have none of them done any research on development camps?
I’m last to arrive, and I find the only person without a partner is Seaborn. Like the universe hates us…or the Dragons want to push us as far as we will go. Not only in the workouts but in our personal lives as well. I guess it’s fair.
The chef walks us through a few simple dishes we’ll be making for lunch.
“Do you want to prep or cook?” Seaborn asks.
“Can you cook, princess?” I accidentally fall back into the pet name habit I have with him.
“Can you?” he throws back, giving me no visible reaction.
“We are learning.” I get by enough because if I didn’t make my own food when I was a child I would have gone hungry.
“You might be. I can already cook.”
“Then take the reins.” I gesture for him to go for it.
Shock colors his face for a split second before he fixes his mask. “Shouldn’t you, if you are learning?”
I shake my head. “No, ladybug. If we want to make this a real truce, we have to make each other better. Anything you’re good at, you take the lead, and anything I’m good at, I do. It will only make us look better.”
He considers my words. “We’ll be on the same team.”
“What will they think when you can’t get over yourself and don’t pass the puck to me?”
His upper lip pulls, and I know I’ve got him. “I already agreed to your truce.”
“Should we kiss on it?” I say under my breath.
EIGHT
SEABORN
It never fucking occurred to me that Ktytor would be here, but of course he is. He’s going to be drafted before he does four years in college. He’s already one of the best players in the league. He’s got to be invited to a few development camps. Teams will be chomping at the bit to draft him.
I can barely afford to take time off work to be here, let alone travel out of state, why would he? He’s not one of the rich kids. He’s playing on scholarships like I am. The more I think about our truce, the more annoyed I am that Ktytor is even here. Why the fuck did he have to come to my fucking city to do this when he could have gone anywhere?
It makes me want to sabotage him, but every time the opportunity arises, I’m hit in the chest with the truth and his words. I can’t risk fucking myself to maybe ruin an opportunity for him when he’ll have tons.
The coaches call us in after finishing up drills on the ice.
“Great day, guys,” Fig starts. “The hard part of it is over. After you all shower and change, we’re going to have a paddle ball tournament with a bunch of the guys on the team.”
A couple of the guys gasp and speculate in whispers who the team members will be.
“Go shower so you don’t smell,” one of the other coaches says and dismisses us to the locker room.
Since the groups move to different activities at different times, alternating things with the others, the locker room isn’t overcrowded. It’s just us and the purple group. There’s a lot of chatter as I strip off my hockey gear and shove it into my bag. I grab a towel and head to the showers, taking the first open one. They are nicer than ours at the Gods’ facility, but only walled on three sides.
No one is really shy about nudity, so it’s not a big deal to have the front open. Not like anyone is going around staring at dicks. Even with it being more accepted to be gay with a few out guys in the league, still no one wants to be accused of being the guy looking.
Except Ktytor it seems. Because when I’m all lathered up and turn around to rinse my back, I find Ktytor in the shower directly across from me.
Not only did he take the shower directly across from me, but his heady gaze is on me while his lips are slightly turned up. He’s been waiting for me to notice. But why? His attention drags down my body, drinking me in.
Does he want to see me naked?
