opened, the jag had needed to run its course.
“We have to,” Chris whispered. “We have to do this. He"s talking
about trading us.”
It was absurd—and it was true. Xander was having the season of
his life, second in the league in points and rebounds and Chris was going
to the All-Star Game right with him. The two of them had the team on a
playoff pace, it was undeniable, and this time, it looked like they might
make it past the first round, but Wallick wouldn"t leave them alone. He"d
started calling them “Ho” and “Mo” on the court, and the name had
caught. More than one shock jock had taken up the cry.
The Locker Room
97
(Penny had told Christian secretly that his parents had stopped
watching the news or turning on the radio in the morning. “Dad actually
figured out how to use an iPod and Netflix. It"s unreal!”)
Xander"s heart caught in his throat. Trading them? Oh God. The
one thing that made the lie bearable, theonlything that made the lie
bearable, was coming home to Chris at the end of the night.
He took the condoms from Chris with shaking fingers, and Chris
closed his hand over Xander"s in comfort.
“Our contracts come up for renewal at the end of the season,” he
said quietly, and Xander looked up, startled. He"d offered to quit, to out
them, to scream the truth to the heavens and obliterate the lie. He"d
almost done it without Chris, about a thousand times, but he couldn"t. It
was Chris"s dream too. But this….
“What do you have in mind?”
Chris shrugged. “Retirement? A press conference? Having Leo say
we still want to play here, but that Bigot-man"s got to shut the fuck up? I
don"t know, Xan. I just know that….” Chris ran his hands through his
short-cropped hair. Xander missed his curls—he"d kept it super short,