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200 pages, ebook
First published August 26, 2017




"You gonna make good on your sexy jigsaw-puzzle talk and fuck me over your desk?"
"Hey,Mr.I Could Have Been a Dirty-Talk Coach for Porn Stars(...)"







"You're an asshole, but other than that, you're a pretty stand-up guy." Shane glanced pointedly down at Troy's crotch and then back up again.
He was surprised when, a few seconds later, Troy pushed the curtain aside and got in with him. Shane blinked at him through the water. "Let's just go ahead and make the most out of this mistake." With that, Troy grabbed him by the back of the neck to pull him in and kiss him." For once Shane didn't even want to argue.
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"I already figured you'd be a loudmouth control freak in bed, like you are on the ice, so no surprise there."
"Could you get off my lap? I can't fucking think about the future with your dick pressing into my thigh." "That's my cell phone. Fucking amateur."
That was the thing about Troy. He just said something like it was fact and made it happen. Shane wouldn't be surprised if he scored goals back in his hockey-playing days just by looking at the puck and saying, "Get in the net, goddammit."
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"Just keep in mind that the Troy Callahan Sensitivity Training Seminar is a door hitting your ass on the way out and we’ll get along fine. Now that we got that clear, I’m gonna tell you kids a story about your former dickhead coach.”
“I’m not just fucking you, idiot. I’m in love with you.”
“Of course the first time you said that to me, it’d be dramatic as possible. Of course it would be.”
“You do know me pretty well. Yeah.”
⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*The coach and the aging goon*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱
“I already figured you'd be a loudmouth control freak in bed, like you are on the ice, so no surprise there.”
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He was affable enough, and if he was bothered by coaching with a gay guy, he never said anything about it. So far he hadn’t said much of anything, though Troy’s personality was a bit overbearing. Especially when he first met someone. And then generally every moment after that.
Shane was in Asheville because of the Ravens’ GM, Gabriel Bow. Bow was his coach when Shane played for the Anaheim Ducks, and he contacted Shane about an open roster spot when Shane’s AHL team, the Gulls, put him on waivers. No other AHL team seemed interested in picking up a thirty-six-year-old player, so if Shane wanted to end his career on his own terms—which he did—he’d have to do it in Asheville.
“You could argue while I suck you off, if you want. I know how much you like blowjobs and arguing. Consider it a Christmas present.”
Troy did indeed like both of those things. “And here I didn’t get you anything.”
Shane leaned in and mouthed at Troy’s erection through his boxers, his breath hot through the fabric. He leaned back and deftly pulled Troy’s cock out of his underwear. “Oh, I wouldn’t say that.”
“I like you for more than your admittedly awesome dick and lack of a gag reflex,” said Shane. He patted Troy on the back. “Don’t worry.”
Troy tipped his head back and stared up at the ceiling. “I can’t believe this happened.”
Shane wasn’t sure he bought that at all. “Really? You can’t believe two contrary people who thought they were just gonna have sex every now and then decided to have feelings?”
“When you put it that way, maybe it’s not such a surprise.”


