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He was. Twice. Xander didn"t smell any booze as he held him from
the middle and then used a napkin from the car to wipe his mouth, and he
wondered how long that was going to last. He"d have to watch close,
because Chris could very easily go home and pour himself a triple, then
down it on an empty stomach. But other than the words, “Pull over,”
neither of them said anything else on the way home.
Xander pulled Chris past the bar in the front room and dragged him
up the stairs, unbuttoning his dress shirt roughly, then shucking his pants
and shoving him toward the shower.
“Wash,” he said roughly, squeezing his hand. “I"m going to call
Leo.”
Chris blinked shell-shocked eyes at him and smiled a little. “What
do you think will happen?” he asked, and Xander looked away. He
knew… he knew. But for Chris, he would pretend not to.
“Maybe a press conference!” he said brightly. They both admitted
that those things felt surreal, anyway, and they were scrupulous about
not watching them afterward. Xander thought he looked like a
Neanderthal, no matter how many body waxes he went through, and
Chris thought he looked too pretty for the NBA, and he never said it in a
vain way, but more like it meant he was a silly little boy, playing at
being something great.
Chris gave him a weak grin. “We can only hope,” he muttered,
before slouching to the shower, the slump in his shoulders seeming to
slow him down.
Leo was a little more vocal.
“You got busted doingwhat?”
Xander repeated it, feeling about twelve years old. “Kissing in the
locker room.”
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There was a seething silence on the other end, and Xander held the
