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292 pages, ebook
First published January 13, 2020
“I don’t want to alarm you, but I’m quite fond of you, Ryan Price.”
“Yeah, but he’s beautiful. And charming. And has a ton of friends who all do interesting things. And he plays music that’s, like, the most amazing thing I’ve ever heard.”
“Okay, so this charming, beautiful man has been hanging out with you?”
“We haven’t really been hanging out. I went to his show last night, though, and I...walked him home after.”
Colleen’s face lit up. “Ryan! That’s adorable! Did you carry his books?”
Ryan flushed. “I carried his gear.”
“Aw. Did he kiss you good night?”
“Let’s change the subject.”
It turned out that Fabian’s music was available online. Ryan had discovered this on the Thursday after Fabian’s show, and he’d immediately purchased and downloaded everything he could find. He’d spent most of that day listening to all of it. When he’d decided, late in the afternoon, that he really needed to get some groceries for dinner, he brought his earbuds so he could continue to listen as he walked to the store.
And then Fabian stretched up and kissed Ryan on the cheek. Ryan was caught so off guard by it that he just stood there stiffly, barely registering what was happening until it was over. “Good night, Ryan.”
Fabian turned and walked away so quickly that Ryan could only mumble “good night” to his retreating back as he brushed his fingers against the spot where Fabian had kissed him.
But there was a text message on his phone.
From Fabian.
You scored a goal!
Ryan checked, and then double-checked, to make sure the message was from Fabian. Because it didn’t make any sense that he had watched the game. Then Ryan texted back, You watched the game?
Fabian: I was at a bar to see a friend’s band and the game was on.
Ryan: And you watched it?
Fabian: Not closely. But I saw a blue jersey with “Price” on the back so I watched for a bit.
“I wouldn’t look like you,” Ryan said hoarsely.
“Have you ever felt beautiful, Ryan?” Was Fabian’s face even closer now?
“No.” Ryan laughed as if the question were ridiculous. “Of course not. Look at me.”
“I am looking at you.” Fabian reached out and tucked a strand of Ryan’s hair behind his ear. “You don’t think you’re beautiful?”
“I—” Ryan could only imagine what the two of them, side by side, must look like right now. The stark difference between Fabian’s staggering beauty and Ryan’s old weathered barn of a body.
Fabian was stroking his hair freely now, his fingertips gliding over Ryan’s scalp, then down his cheek into his beard. Ryan wasn’t sure when he’d closed his eyes, but when he opened them, Fabian was looking at him like he was something precious.
The mood was effectively killed anyway, so Ryan decided to go for broke. “I need...instruction.”
Fabian’s eyes widened. “Like...domination?”
“No! No. That’s not what I mean. I just need a lot of...” It took a moment, but Ryan found the right word. “Reassurance. That what I’m doing is good. Because otherwise I just spend the whole time worrying that I’m doing everything wrong.”
“Thank you. I have something for you too. I hope it’s not too much. I don’t have a lot of experience buying gifts for men I’m dating.”
“Well, let’s see how you did,” Fabian teased as he took the box. When he opened it, he gasped. “Ryan, are these Mikimoto pearls?”
“Maybe? I forget the name.”
“Holy fuck. Ryan, are you serious here?”
“If you don’t like it I can—”
“Like it? Ryan, it’s gorgeous.” He carefully pulled the long, white-gold chain from the box. The necklace was dotted with black pearls and tiny diamonds.
“I thought it would look good with that black jumpsuit you have.”
“God, it will. I can’t believe this. Is this really for me? I own this now?”
Ryan laughed. “It’s yours. The lady at the store was really excited about it. She assured me my ‘wife’ would love it.”
“She does love it. I want to put it on, but it won’t go with this sweater.”
“Ryan nodded, still biting his lip to hold back laughter, and pressed the bottom button.
“Ow! Fuck! Stop! Take it out!”
Ryan removed the toy as fast as he could without hurting Fabian. “What did it do?”
“God, it was, like, pinching the inside of my ass. It was not a good feeling.”
Ryan frowned at the toy as if he was thinking about punching it, which made Fabian laugh. “Just throw it in the sink.”
Ryan darted to the bathroom, where he presumably dropped the terrible toy into the sink, and returned to the bed. “So it’s not getting a good review?”
They both cracked up, laughing until they became tangled in each other on the bed. “Oh god,” Fabian wheezed, “this was supposed to be such a sexy evening.”
“Fabian. Look at me.” That was probably a mistake because Ryan forgot how awful his mouth looked. He noticed Fabian’s flinch when he turned his eyes up. Ryan tugged him closer. “My life is a fucking mess, but the one thing I know for sure is that I like being with you. And I would like to be with you as much as possible.”
"So, you want to tell us about that hockey lumberjack or what?"Ryan Price (the hockey lumberjack in question) has been the enforcer of every team he's ever been on - he knows his reputation and he knows exactly what would happen if everyone actually knew what was going on in his head.
He's the guy who's called in to fight when they don't want the star player to get messed up but after all these years, he's the one who's all screwed up.
"...wished he could just wear a sign that said I’m sorry. I am terrible at socializing. Please don’t take it personally."
And for once, just once, the Ryan Price who always did what his coach and teammates told him to...reaches out for something of his own.
Ryan could not believe he was trying to describe his perfect man to his perfect man. "Okay. This is it: I like men who sort of look at what men are supposed to be and say ‘fuck you.’ I like men who have the confidence to be themselves."

"You're a giant, orange teddy bear with deep pockets!"
Was it possible for your heart to hold on to a ridiculous crush for thirteen years?
"There's always been something about you. I've always been drawn to you. Is that weird?"
Ryan considered it. "I don't know. But I feel the same way."











