Game Changer

“Love you too, sweetheart. Now come on. Always wanted to take a Stanley Cup champion to bed.”

And, sadly, it’s been a disappointment to some. I know people have been burning their Scott Hunter jerseys, which, by the way, is not a good idea. Those are polyester, and are full of chemicals.”

“This is the problem with taking you anywhere,” Scott said.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I’m talking about how you have exactly three minutes to eat that dessert because I am getting you back to my place as soon as fucking possible.”

“What, no coffee?”

“I’ll make you coffee in the goddamn morning.”

“Shut the fuck up for a second. I’m gonna process this shit, and then I am gonna give you a manly hug. But just shut it for five seconds.”

And maybe, one day, he could wake up in his bedroom in his parents’ house, drag himself to his shitty job, and fondly remember the brief time in his life that he’d lived the fantasy of being Scott Hunter’s boyfriend

Fuck. At this rate there probably wouldn’t be a relationship with Scott to keep quiet about.

“You were cute last night,” Scott said. “Real cuddly. Until you fell asleep on me.”

An hour later he got a reply. Three games down. I’ll call you tomorrow.

Then, I love you.

Scott Hunter was in love.

Kip’s face was so blissful. He was happily licking and sucking Scott while he fucked himself on his own fingers.