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Troy reached between them and did as he was told. He realized, as soon as his hand was wrapped around his dick, that he was close too.

“Fuck, hurry,” Harris panted. His thrusts sped up, and Troy tried to match him.

“Okay,” Troy said. “I’m close. I’m—shit. I’m coming. Harris, fuck, I’m—”

They both cried out—Harris louder, as usual—and Troy’s release shot on his own chest as Harris finished with a few fast, frantic thrusts.

For a moment, Harris stayed where he was, hovering over Troy, his slightly damp hair falling in his eyes. His lips were wet and bruised from their kisses, and his emerald eyes were bright and beautiful.

Harris smiled at him. “That went well.”

Troy laughed and hoped Harris never stopped being such a goofball during sex. “Agreed.”

Harris pulled out, then kissed Troy quickly before leaving to clean himself up. Troy spread his arms out on the bed, and found Harris’s stuffed giraffe in one corner. He grabbed the toy and held it over his face.

“I think I’m in love with him, Mr. Neck-Neck.”

Chapter Twenty-Four

Troy paced his living room, waiting for his phone to ring. He’d texted Mom last night and asked her to call him this morning before practice. Today was the day he’d come out to her.

He was ready. For the past two weeks, Troy was spending every possible moment with Harris. There were road trips, and plenty of time-consuming obligations for both of them in Ottawa, but whenever neither of them was busy, they were together. He wanted to tell his mom about his boyfriend. He wanted her to know how happy he was.

He was also so nervous that he nearly jumped when his phone finally rang.

“Hi,” he said.

“Is everything okay?” Mom sounded worried, and Troy felt terrible. He should have assured her in his text that nothing was wrong.

“Yeah. Sorry, I should have—everything is fine. Great, actually. I just, um, wanted to tell you something.”

“Okay...” She said the word slowly, and he could hear the curiosity in her voice.

“Where are you?” he asked.

“Troy! Who cares? Don’t make me wait!”

He laughed a little at that. “All right. So the thing is...” He sighed, and started pacing again. He’d practiced this in his head a million times, but he couldn’t find the words now. “I need to tell you something about myself. It’s not a big deal. I mean, it’s kind of a big deal. I hope it’s not something that—”

“Troy,” she said gently. “You can tell me anything.”

He closed his eyes. “I’m gay.”

There was silence, and then a soft whoosh of air from her end, like a sigh or a huff of disappointment. But then she said, “Oh, sweetie. Thank you for telling me.”

Troy sat on his sofa. “I’ve been wanting to, but I was scared.”

“Your father,” she said, and her voice broke. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“It’s not. I already felt so guilty for the way he treated you, and now...” She sniffed. “It must have been a nightmare, hiding this from us.”

He couldn’t deny it, but he said, “I’m not hiding anymore.”

“I thought—” She stopped, as if ashamed of what she’d been about to admit.

“What did you think?” Troy asked gently.

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