we don"t have to quit, but we don"t have to lie like this again, okay?”
Chris looked at him with absolute naked hope in his eyes, and
Xander wanted to cry.How long, Chris? How long have you needed me
to take charge? How long have you wanted one of us to lead our little
family of two?
“Okay!” Xander repeated, and this time, Chris nodded, and Xander
let out a sigh of relief.
“Okay,” Chris murmured, and then he couldn"t say anything else
because Xander was kissing him, plundering him, shoving his tongue
down Christian"s throat and tasting him and claiming him and becoming
the grown-up, all in one cleansing, wonderful kiss—
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That was interrupted when the full rack of lights came on in the
locker room.
“Fucking faggots.”
Xander looked up and cupped Chris"s head, pushing Chris"s face
into Xander"s chest to protect him, but it didn"t matter. Coach knew
Chris, even from the back of his head. Xander glared at him, defiantly,
and the man with the acid tongue, the fucker who had peeled away the
layers of the two of them until only the lie remained, smiled in
satisfaction.
“Thanks, guys,” he said smugly. “I"d wait for that phone call
tonight.” And then he turned around and walked out of the locker room,
leaving Chris and Xander staring at each other in shock.
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WHEN their hands stopped shaking, and the spots had cleared from
Xander"s eyes, they walked out to the car. Xander held out his hands for
the keys, and Chris handed them over silently—Xander could tell from
his pallor that he was probably going to be sick on the way home.