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67 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 4, 2017
“Fuck you, squirt.”
“Wow, your vocab is severely limited,” I said. He looked at me, and I swear he growled.
“Fuck you,” he said again, like he didn’t get the irony in that one.
“Not if I fuck you first,” I said, without thinking, because he was up in my space, and I could see his startling eyes, and I couldn’t think of any other way to get to him. — Avery Lester and Benjy Harding
Warnings: minor homophobia
Secrets kinda feels like you are reading a potential couple balancing on a knife point or perhaps a skate blade. One wrong word or action. Even slightly different temperaments or personalities. And this couple would not happen. It is largely held together by Averey, not Benjy. Benjy is alternately self-destructing and destroying all hope of his potential happiness. Of their potential happiness. And quite frankly it is nearly painful to read. The story is about coming to terms with position and self. And learning where they stand in the world. All based around two men from different teams who cannot help themselves in a community that is not quite ready to accept them yet.
Benjy Harding (26 years old) aside from the unusual spelling has a shorter-than-expected stature (core to the set-up) & a bizarre if not impossible path to Hockey. He was training as a high-level figure skater. They are two different skill sets and different styles of skates. I don't think it would show as RJ suggests. It is a convenient way to deal with his speed and agility. 22-year-old Avery Lester is just shy soft and sweet despite his rough-housing defender position. He is likened to a puppy at one point and that is just accurate. The key to the end point drama revolves around him and his innate sweetness.
This works but it's not fantastic. There are a couple of editing errors but it is perma-free so I am more than willing to forgive. There are references to other works by RJ most notably a book that has always appealed to me Changing Lanes. Hockey is a sport that still struggles greatly with hetronormality and the red-blooded expectation from fans (as far as I understand). It makes it catnip for mm sports romance. As short as this is it hits most of the tropes. But I do appreciate some of the choices made by RJ Scott for the characters that makes them feel different.
“What are you thinking about?” Avery asked in that soft, not-at-all-violent tone. This was the man behind the mask. We all had two sides. One on the ice, where you bled for your team, where victory was the goal, and pain didn’t matter. Out there we were gladiators who fought hard using every skill we worked so hard to perfect. Then there was the real side, the one you tucked away for postseason or retirement. — Benjy Harding
A representative gif: (because of course Benjy is called a Smurf occasionally)