Page 106 of The Blame Game

“Ohh, so you’re worried he might get bored,” Nico nodded. “Makes sense. I mean, you have a good body and face but you have to make up for your horrible personality somehow.”

“I fucking hate you,” Dom said with a sigh. “So goddamn much.”

But there was no heat behind it because he wasn’t actually angry at Nico. Honestly, the chirping made it easier. Made it all feel more normal.

“Truthfully, this whole idea of asking for suggestions was stupid. Ignore everything I said.”

“No, no, we can work with this,” Nico said. “Auggie and I had to get creative when my head was a mess and my dick didn’t want to behave.”

“Nico, your dick has never behaved a day in its life.” Dustin snickered. “It’s always getting you in trouble.”

“Well, true.” He grinned. “But most of the time it was trying to do stuff when I shouldn’t be doing it. After my surgery, it was refusing to do stuff when I wanted it to.”

“Yeah true,” Dustin agreed. “So what did you try?”

“Well, for a while, when I couldn’t move much and Auggie didn’t want me to overdo it, he was the one in charge. Obviously, some positions were easier than others, but really anything that didn’t involve me having to exert myself much. With my dick being uncooperative he was the one who topped most of the time, although let me tell you, cock rings are useful …”

Nico went on to describe the various positions they’d tried and Dom half tuned him out while he thought about what Nico had said.

Dom had never let Shea top him. It wasn’t because of any lingering “straight boy” hangups or anything. He’d enjoyed it when Christian had fucked him.

Well, except for the last time when he fucked me over, Dom thought a little bitterly.

But sex hadn’t been their issue and Dom had enjoyed being fucked.

What made him hesitate now was that it always felt intimate to have someone inside him. He hadn’t wanted to cross that line with Shea. Hadn’t trusted him enough to let go and let him in.

Physically or otherwise.

But now?

Dom wondered if it was worth reconsidering.

“Oh, but what about this?” Nico thrust his phone at Dom to show him some sex position that looked incredibly uncomfortable even when his back was feeling good.

“Thanks, but you know what?” Dom said, reaching for his water. “I think I’m set. But, uh, I appreciate you trying to help.”

Nico was ridiculous and had no shame whatsoever but he was a good guy and he meant well.

They all did.

Although, by the end of lunch, after Dom had heard about Felix and Jonah nearly injuring themselves last summer when they tried to have sex in a hammock, Dustin and Charlie trying to have sex on skates—How? Why? Dom wondered—he was considering chucking every single one of his teammates into Lake Ontario just to get them to stop talking.

But he felt a wash of affection for them too, because they were all morons but they were his morons and, well, he was going to miss the hell out of them at the end of the season.

“Ohh, I almost forgot,” Nico said, leaning forward. “This one time, in Amsterdam—”

Dom laughed. “Swear to God if you start talking about where you put a flute, I’m dumping you in Dustin’s pool.” It was a lot closer than Lake Ontario. All he had to do was walk downstairs.

The only guys at the table who laughed were Matty and Dustin, while Nico and the rest of them stared blankly.

Dom sighed. He was old, damn it. Most of the guys hadn’t gotten the movie reference because they were too young to have watched it and by the time they were old enough, it had been passé.

Hell, Shea probably hadn’t seen American Pie either.

Not that it was a huge cinematic masterpiece or anything but it made Dom feel ancient to realize.

“Ahh, shut up.” Felix threw a wadded-up napkin at Nico’s face. “We’re so done with your stories, man.”

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