Page 10 of Misconduct Zone

Lars motions for the phone, and Benz waits for an answer. Mason leans against the side of the couch next to Benz, clearly interested.

“Who made the post?” I ask.

Mason raises a suggestive eyebrow. “Trevor.”

Lars hands Caleb his phone, but his gaze is on Liska.

“You know!” Benz cries. “Tell me! Never mind, I’m googling it.” He reads from his phone. “Fem Top Fall encourages queer people to celebrate their role as tops during sex for the fall season. Usually, fem tops present to the world as bottoms, but…” He trails off as the implication hits him.

Caleb’s wide eyes fill with excitement, but he can’t seem to find the words to say something.

“Didn’t see that one coming,” Mason quips without judgment.

I’m surprised, but it’s none of my business. Their sex life never enters my thoughts. I haven’t thought seriously about sex in forever. Maybe my sex drive was driven by alcohol. That would be a mother fucking shame.

“Okay, this isn’t an insult, but like you’re huge and a badass and dominate on the ice so…” This time, Benz’s lilt and expression suggest he hopes Liska will fill in the blank.

“Sometimes it is good to set those things down. And you’ve met Trevor, you know he’s bossy. Not many people yell at Mr. Dimon.” Liska shrugs as if discussing the weather, not his sex life. Patrik’s boyfriend is a bit of a legend for telling off our GM, Mr. Dimon, at a charity event last season. He’s the definition of small but mighty. Personally, I would rather fight a lion than defy Mr. Dimon.

“Cool,” Caleb says, which makes Liska laugh.

“So glad you approve,” Liska says sarcastically.

“Totally great and I fully support you and Trevor,” Caleb tells Patrik.

“Can we change the subject now that we’ve kicked open the door to Liska’s bedroom?” Lars’s head lolls back as if he can’t handle it anymore.

“I’m sure Liska appreciates the support, but we should ask him if he feels comfortable talking about it and respect his boundaries.” That statement comes right from my sponsor’s mouth to mine. My sponsor and I were talking about addiction, but it still applies.

“I love my fiancé, and I am not ashamed, but I do not vant to discuss it in public.”

“Wait. When did he become your fiancé, and why don’t we know?” Caleb pouts.

“I proposed on our trip this summer, and he said yes. You think I vas going to vait to put a ring on it?” He mock-glares at Caleb, who often harmlessly flirts with Trevor.

“Congratulations.” Lars gets up to nudge his shoulder, which is a lot of contact for him.

“Bring it on, Foxy.” Caleb wrestles him into a hug, and Mason bro-hugs him as well.

“I’m so happy for you guys. Does this mean we get to throw you a big party and go to the strip club? So like a men’s strip club. Or do we sit around and watch porn?” I survey the guys, and they’ve all got their mouths hanging open. “What. If he was straight, we’d do it, and we’re not treating him differently. I just gotta know the limits. What am I working with?” I ask.

“Can ve stop talking about my love life?” Patrik sighs as my face falls. “Fine, I’ll talk to Trev, and ve’ll decide after a vedding date is set.”

“Cool.” Caleb grins and high-fives Mason.

“Done talking,” Lars decrees as if the subject is closed.

We hear Richardson yelling at the desk clerk about the room situation.

“He’s such a dick,” I mutter.

“Nah, dicks are way better than him.” Caleb makes a jerk-off motion.

“Who’s going to fall on the sword and trip him so he gets run over by a Toronto Titan?” I ask for a laugh.

“Oops, my skate slipped.” Lars mimes slashing his throat. I shouldn’t howl with laughter, but when he casually drops slicing an asshole on the ice, it’s hilarious.

After a thousand years, we get our room keys, and the guys make lunch plans before our afternoon skate.

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