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of the year. There were posters of individual Kings players: Vlade Divac,
Peja Stojokowicz, C-Webb, Jason Williams, Scott Pollard; and one
poster of the whole team.
“Peja"s my favorite,” Chris said now into the silence. “You"ll look
just like him when you get all grown and everything.” He was sitting on
the bed, and Xander sat next to him, taking in the way his chest gleamed
a little in the moonlight. Of course Chris wouldn"t wear a shirt. Pretty
Chris, with the hairless chest and the model cut to his chest and arms and
stomach.
Xander grimaced at the choice of Peja. “I"ll need like, a personal
body wax every weekend, you realize that.”
Chris laughed and leaned back on his elbows. He flexed his
stomach, and Xander realized he was preening. “So which one am I?”
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“Jason Williams,” Xander replied promptly, because obviously,
he"d thought about it.
“"Cause I"m short. Ha ha.”
“No!” That wasn"t it at all. “Because he"s loyal. He"s got his wife,
right? And they"re like, inseparable. It"s legendary. You"re like that.
You"re like, thick and thin, right?”
Chris"s hand was suddenly on his, and it was a whole different
thing than what they"d been stealing in odd moments for the past two
years. It was suddenly serious in a way they hadn"t been before, ever.
“You can trust me, then,” he said quietly.
Xander shrugged. “Of course.”
Chris shook his head, then lay down on his queen-sized bed,
tugging on Xander"s hand to do the same. Their feet hung off the edge,
when they weren"t sleeping diagonally like Chris usually did, but they
ignored it. He rolled over to his side and leaned in, kissing Xander"s
