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Why?
Barczyk
How far along is your mini-golf game?
Abernathy
We’ve got three holes left.Why?
Barczyk
Go back to your room after you guys are done
Text me when you’re back there k?
Abernathy
Why???
Barczyk
It’s a surprise
“Five,” Dalton grumbled, and Evan fumbled with his phone like he’d been caught watching porn or something.
“Huh?”
“Five strokes.You’ve got the scorecard, right?Try not to embarrass me with a hole in one or something.”
Evan didn’t get a hole in one.He couldn’t even make par the last few holes, his head on backwards with the prospect of Barczyk in his room tonight.Whatever Barczyk had planned, it wasn’t going to be an innocent surprise.He didn’t think there’d ever be anything innocent about them hanging out alone again, even if they never did anything.The feel of Barczyk’s dick in his hand was branded in his brain.Sure, put them in a hockey game, and he could probably forget it, but just the two of them alone with a bed...
“You wanna go again?”Dalton offered when he added up the scores.“You didn’t do great.”
Evan shook his head.He’d made par for the course, but only because he’d done well through the first few holes to balance out the way he bombed the end.More mini-golf would just illustrate how out of it he was.The last thing he needed was Dalton getting suspicious.
“Nah, I’m good.I think I just need to lie down for a bit.”
“Yeah, traffic today blew.People always complain about Pittsburgh traffic, but it’s nothing compared to other cities.”
They walked back to the hotel, Dalton babbling about his girlfriend and the brewery a bunch of them were going to check out tonight and how he thought they’d do against the Brawlers.It was the perfect background noise, familiar and requiring little of him, while Evan’s mind wandered.
Not that it ever wandered farther than Room 419.
“I’m gonna get changed,” Dalton said when he dropped Evan off at his room.“I can swing by in a bit to grab you before I head out if you want.”
“Sure,” Evan said without paying attention.He was too busy opening up his text messages.
Abernathy
Back
You plan on going out with the guys later?
A small icon appeared to show Barczyk had read his messages, but there was no indication that he was typing a response, so Evan tossed his phone aside and collapsed face first onto his bed.What was he doing?This was so dumb.If they were caught, there’d be such a mess, the least of which was explaining that he was straight and had this strange Barczyk-exception he couldn’t begin to explain.
He might’ve fallen asleep, because the next thing he knew, there was a knock at the door.Evan jolted off the bed, head groggy, and stumbled towards the door.
“Look, Dalty,” he said as he opened the door.“I don’t think I should?—“
