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“Sounds like a party.” Davies sighs.

“We’re going to find out.” Jamie rubs his hands together. “On a count of three, everyone runs up there. We’ll go together. You too, Wesley.”

“I’m not running,” Shen complains. “Too drunk.”

“Uh-huh,” I say, gripping his shoulder. “Shoulda thought about that earlier. Let’s go.” I clap my hands.

“One, two, three!” Jamie takes off across the gravel. There’s a grassy bit where the hill begins, and he reaches it quickly.

I hang back to make sure the boys follow him. And they do, at a sluggish pace. That’s fine, because we really don’t need any injuries. The moon is up, though. It’s not all that dark, and there are floodlights at the top of the hill.

We’re all breathing hard within minutes. The hill is a real bitch, and I’m glad I’m not wearing my pads. The kids make it up to the top eventually, grumbling all the way. Then the five of us are panting in the parking lot, hands on hips, wishing we had water.

“I don’t feel so good,” Shen mumbles.

“In the bushes if you’re going to yarf,” I say quickly. This parking lot belongs to a golf club. We’re already trespassing.

He lurches off, just making it to a boxwood before there are sounds of retching.

“We’ll walk ’em down slowly,” Jamie says, stroking his chin. “And buy some water.”

“And Advil. I have some in our room.”

“Of course you do.”

I have to bite back a smile. Another silly, ridiculous night in Lake Placid with Jamie. I hope the next four weeks go slowly.

On our way down, I have a little chat with Davies. “So… Why’d you guys have to go and get drunk? You could get kicked out of camp.”

He sticks out his chin. “You told me to.”

“Say what?”

“You said to spend some time with them off the ice. I did that.”

I give this some thought. “Okay. It’s my job to tell you to quit breaking the rules. But I hear where you’re coming from. And I like that you called Coach Canning when Killfeather wouldn’t go home.”

“I wouldn’t justleavehim there.”

He gets a friendly slap on the back for that. “Good man. Stay out of trouble and we can keep these shenanigans private, okay?”

“Okay.”

We walk back to the dormitory through the fresh summer air while the moon rises higher over the lake. I can’t wait to get home.

TWENTY-THREE

WES

Forty minutes later I have Jamie’s dick in my mouth and I’m stroking his prostate like a champion. He’s writhing and begging. “Give me more,” he pants. “Give me the D. You know you want to.”

I release him with a pop, and practically swallow my own tongue. The casual way he’s asked me to fuck just blows my mind. “I don’t know,” I stammer.

He opens one heated eye and looks at me. “Christ. Sometimes it feels like you’ve got your whole arm up there, anyway. How is it so different?”

Because it just is.

Don’t get me wrong—I want inside that fine ass of his more than I want my next breath. But I’m also afraid. It’s not a familiar sensation. I never used to care about the consequences of my actions. But if we do this, I won’t just be fucking Jamie. It willmeansomething to me. And chances are, it won’t to him.