that he was actually considering going back to sleep that got Jared up and out of bed.
He scribbled a note to Lane on the little hotel notepad and left it next to him on the bed. That was fun, thanks—Jared. It seemed dumb, but he did have to go, and when he tried to wake Lane up and tell him, Lane tried to kiss him. That kid was insatiable. Jesus Christ.
At the last second, Jared turned around and went back to the bed, grabbed the pen again, and scribbled his number on the note. What the hell. It’s not like he expected anything to come of it. He never did. Jared had learned his lesson the hard way on that one.
But when he was on the bus, half-asleep in his seat and thinking about Lane being bossy and messy and “ Can I come, is that okay? ” a little voice told him maybe he hadn’t learned that lesson quite as well as he’d thought.
Chapter 4
LIVING WITH Ryan was both better and worse than living in the Econo Lodge. If pressed, Lane wasn’t sure which one he’d say he preferred.
Ryan was messy, which was fine, because Lane had his own room, and he wasn’t exactly the neatest person in the whole world either. But Ryan also ate pizza for just about every meal, and they had so many boxes that they could probably construct an entire new apartment with them.
Ryan was also very, very popular with the ladies. Ryan had a lot of girls stay over, and Lane gave him credit for being enthusiastic and, if the moans he heard were any indication, pretty good at it.
It was fine until he came home one night with two girls, Becca and Mandy, and one was for him . Lane knew he either needed to tell his roommate he was gay or else learn how to be bisexual really quickly, because he could only make so many excuses. And he was going to have to pay Zoe rent if he kept sleeping on her couch. Her couch was in her living room, which was tiny, but it faced the ocean . Lane was too concerned about sea creatures to go in the ocean, but he liked looking at it. Like girls, maybe. That was probably a bad analogy.
The thing was, Lane probably wouldn’t mind watching Ryan with a girl. It was the part where he would have to do things with one that made him wary of the whole thing.
Sometimes he would open his sock drawer and find the note Jared left him with his phone number on it. Lane finally had a smart phone, and he kept thinking about calling, just so Jared would have his number. But he didn’t.
Calling Jared to ask how to learn to like sleeping with girls was a bad idea. Lane knew that because he’d asked Zoe and she’d told him so.
Lane’s parents were coming to visit for their next home game stint. That was a momentary distraction. Lane cleaned up the apartment as much as he could, ignored the stares of his fellow tenants as he hauled three weeks of pizza boxes to the dumpster, and made sure his laundry was mostly under control. He shoved a lot of stuff under his bed and reminded himself that his parents were only stopping by the apartment. They were staying in a hotel.
Other than the impending disaster of what would happen if his sexual preferences were made public, things were going well for Lane. The Sea Storm were winning. Lane wasn’t cocky enough to think it was all because of him, but there was no question they played better when they actually played as a team . They were at the top of their division in the standings, in a constantly rotating battle for first place with the Renegades.
Who they would be playing the next week, in Savannah. Zoe kept telling him to text Jared and see if he wanted to meet up, reminding Lane that he left his phone number, didn’t he ?
Still, it was a week away, and Lane had to concentrate on their upcoming games and on seeing his parents. He got them tickets, of course, and when they came in to town on Thursday night, he took them to Cruisers. It was basically the only restaurant he ever went to. When Zoe was working, she gave him milkshakes and french fries for free. That was not
He scribbled a note to Lane on the little hotel notepad and left it next to him on the bed. That was fun, thanks—Jared. It seemed dumb, but he did have to go, and when he tried to wake Lane up and tell him, Lane tried to kiss him. That kid was insatiable. Jesus Christ.
At the last second, Jared turned around and went back to the bed, grabbed the pen again, and scribbled his number on the note. What the hell. It’s not like he expected anything to come of it. He never did. Jared had learned his lesson the hard way on that one.
But when he was on the bus, half-asleep in his seat and thinking about Lane being bossy and messy and “ Can I come, is that okay? ” a little voice told him maybe he hadn’t learned that lesson quite as well as he’d thought.
Chapter 4
LIVING WITH Ryan was both better and worse than living in the Econo Lodge. If pressed, Lane wasn’t sure which one he’d say he preferred.
Ryan was messy, which was fine, because Lane had his own room, and he wasn’t exactly the neatest person in the whole world either. But Ryan also ate pizza for just about every meal, and they had so many boxes that they could probably construct an entire new apartment with them.
Ryan was also very, very popular with the ladies. Ryan had a lot of girls stay over, and Lane gave him credit for being enthusiastic and, if the moans he heard were any indication, pretty good at it.
It was fine until he came home one night with two girls, Becca and Mandy, and one was for him . Lane knew he either needed to tell his roommate he was gay or else learn how to be bisexual really quickly, because he could only make so many excuses. And he was going to have to pay Zoe rent if he kept sleeping on her couch. Her couch was in her living room, which was tiny, but it faced the ocean . Lane was too concerned about sea creatures to go in the ocean, but he liked looking at it. Like girls, maybe. That was probably a bad analogy.
The thing was, Lane probably wouldn’t mind watching Ryan with a girl. It was the part where he would have to do things with one that made him wary of the whole thing.
Sometimes he would open his sock drawer and find the note Jared left him with his phone number on it. Lane finally had a smart phone, and he kept thinking about calling, just so Jared would have his number. But he didn’t.
Calling Jared to ask how to learn to like sleeping with girls was a bad idea. Lane knew that because he’d asked Zoe and she’d told him so.
Lane’s parents were coming to visit for their next home game stint. That was a momentary distraction. Lane cleaned up the apartment as much as he could, ignored the stares of his fellow tenants as he hauled three weeks of pizza boxes to the dumpster, and made sure his laundry was mostly under control. He shoved a lot of stuff under his bed and reminded himself that his parents were only stopping by the apartment. They were staying in a hotel.
Other than the impending disaster of what would happen if his sexual preferences were made public, things were going well for Lane. The Sea Storm were winning. Lane wasn’t cocky enough to think it was all because of him, but there was no question they played better when they actually played as a team . They were at the top of their division in the standings, in a constantly rotating battle for first place with the Renegades.
Who they would be playing the next week, in Savannah. Zoe kept telling him to text Jared and see if he wanted to meet up, reminding Lane that he left his phone number, didn’t he ?
Still, it was a week away, and Lane had to concentrate on their upcoming games and on seeing his parents. He got them tickets, of course, and when they came in to town on Thursday night, he took them to Cruisers. It was basically the only restaurant he ever went to. When Zoe was working, she gave him milkshakes and french fries for free. That was not
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