skaters.
“Yes,” he hissed and sagged against her. She steered him to a chair and let him sit down. Muffled shouts from the ice found his ears and made his face flush when he heard Shane shouting “harder, harder” again.
“This sport could possibly kill me,” Cody said, resting his chin in his hands and watching as Shane yelled at his teammates.
Kira giggled, but she left it alone and didn’t ask any more questions. He was already in deep enough with her. There were certain things they didn’t need to discuss in public.
The guys ended up winning after just seven ends. Usually ten ends were played, but Shane explained they were so far ahead that the other team thought it was pointless to continue. He didn’t understand this sport at all. Coaches always preached never give up and all that shit.
He also learned it was customary for the winning team to buy a round of drinks for the losing team. Cody was pretty sure most losing teams didn’t hang out with their opponents and talk over drinks after getting the shit beat out of them.
Shane cracked a beer and dragged Cody’s chair next to his, letting their knees touch. It made Cody sweat. His mind was heading down dangerous territory when he was knocked out of his dream by a vibrating phone. He stared at the screen and sighed.
“What is it?” Shane asked, hooking his ankle around Cody’s. It made it difficult for him to think straight.
“I thought I was finished with this assignment and could write the story tonight, but apparently, I’m not.”
“What do you have to do?” Shane asked.
“Snowboarding and short track speed skating.” Cody sagged into his chair. “My editor is trying to kill me.”
“You look exhausted. Let me take you home,” Shane said softly. His breath tickled Cody’s neck and made him wiggle in his seat.
“Go,” Kira said. “I’ll talk to you in the morning.”
“Are you coming with me again?” Cody asked Kira.
“I’m all yours,” she said.
Cody couldn’t help notice the frown on Pete’s face. He patted the guy on the shoulder and rolled his eyes. Pete cocked on eyebrow and glanced down where Shane had his hand on Cody’s arm.
They exchanged the “if you hurt my friend, I will maim you” look and nodded. Not that Cody could physically hurt Pete, but he could shout loudly.
Shane was busy packing his bag and saying good-bye to everyone. Cody stood next to him and tried not to look like he was lovesick or anything. From the smug smile on Kira’s face, he could tell he was failing. This was all happening rather quickly, and it made Cody’s head spin.
The car was already warm and toasty when he climbed inside. Even his seat was warm, and the heat felt wonderful on his abused body.
Shane reached across the seat and ruffled Cody’s hair. The seat was so warm and comfortable that Cody nodded off before they got back to the apartment complex. He vaguely remembered Shane ushering him to his apartment and helping him undress. There was a terribly sweet kiss that made his cock stir, but Cody was too tired and sore to do anything about it.
“Stay,” he murmured against Shane’s bare chest.
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PHONE blaring in his ear woke him up again. Only it wasn’t his phone. It was Shane’s phone. And then his joined the party. They both answered and heard people shouting about being late. They barely had time for a short make-out session before Kira was dragging Cody away and Shane was off to practice.
“Well?” Kira squealed.
“He stayed,” Cody said and grinned like a goofy, lovesick girl.
“And?”
“And nothing. We were both exhausted.”
He knew she wanted to ask him tons of questions, but they were at the hill again.
The only good thing about snowboarding was he was bundled in a coat, snow pants, and a hat and gloves, normal gear for a winter day. He was also incredibly thankful to be on a small hill instead of a real half-pipe. Stefan, the snowboard athlete, showed him some clips on his phone of a real snowboarding event, and