Page 33 of Breakaway Goals
He had his gear half off when Danny leaned in, the music and the general celebratory atmosphere making it so barely anyone could hear him except for Morgan. “Did I sense something between you and Monty?”
Ugh. What happened to Danny being a self-centered dick who wouldn’t notice subtext or subtlety if it hit him over the head? Maybe Danny was finally growing up, but Morgan thought he kind of liked him better as a clueless idiot. Especially when he was giving Morgan shit.Especiallywhen he was giving Morgan shit about Hayes.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Morgan said, not looking up from the laces on his skates.
“Sure you do,” Danny said knowingly. “There was tension before, but this is a new kind of tension. You finally do something about it, Mo?”
“Maybehedid something about it,” Morgan said under his breath. Told himself he wasn’t confirming anything.
“Yeah right,” Danny scoffed. “Monty? He wouldn’t dare unless you gave him a green fucking light.”
“Maybe I did.”
“Lots ofmaybeshere, Cap,” Danny teased.
“Why does it even matter?”
Danny had the nerve to look hurt. Real hurt or faux-hurt? It was impossible to say. Morgan hated it either way. “Aw, I’m hurt. Here I am, caring about you two because of the intrinsic goodness of my heart. Why shouldn’t I hope that my two lineys get their dicks wet?”
“I’m just shocked you know the wordintrinsic,” Morgan said, chuckling despite his annoyance.
“I’ve got a word of the day calendar in my bathroom. It’s a nice routine, you know? Take a shit. Learn a word.”
There was nothing Morgan could say to that so he said nothing. Nothing was definitely safer.
But then Hayes wandered over, down to his base layers, sweaty hair curling over his forehead, and the overwhelmingwantthat Morgan had kept tamped down all day and throughout the game surged back.
Don’t look, don’t look, don’t look.
But Hayes was looking at him and speaking now, so he couldn’t do anything but helplessly raise his eyes. “Hey, a bunch of us are going out and grabbing some food,” he said. Including Danny with a sideways glance. “You wanna join?”
What Morgan wanted was to follow Hayes back to the hotel, crowd him in the elevator, and then drag him to his room and see if he’d have the guts to put his mouth on Hayes’ pretty cock.
But that was definitely not a plan he could disclose in the locker room or with Danny hanging on to every word they were saying to each other.
He wanted to say no, because he didn’t want it to be him, three quarters of the team and Hayes. He wanted it to be just him and Hayes. ButsomeHayes was better than no Hayes at all. And maybe he could take advantage of the low light of some Toronto bar and flirt with him a little. Convince him that their hookup should continue.
“Sure,” Morgan said. “Count us in.”
Hayes smiled brightly, like Morgan had just made his whole fucking night. “Great.”
“Oh, Cap,” Danny said in a commiserating tone after Hayes walked away, “you are so fucked.”
Morgan elbowed him on the way to the showers. “Shut up,” he told Danny who only grinned, like the two of them were the best entertainment he could imagine.
This whole thing was awkward enough without Danny being there, offering his nonsense commentary.
He wasn’t fucked. He had this under control.
But then he caught sight of Hayes laughing with Cal, and he nearly tripped right over someone’s skate guard.
Totally under control.
Okay, maybe Morgan was a little bit fucked.
He couldn’t remember a time when he’deverbeen interested in someone—for sex or for anything else—and couldn’t tear his eyes away from them. Morgan didn’t think heeverhad, frankly. Even his ex-wife, whom he’d been in love with and had Finn with, hadn’t captivated him like this.
But what was he doing now, in this Toronto bar?
