Ryan’s shoulder-length hair hung in curving locks around his face and seemed to be full of natural sunny highlights despite the fact that it had been raining in North Vancouver for three months straight. “What’s the matter? Don’t you like me anymore?” Ryan was leaning against the next locker over and grinning at him. Left all the way around to fourteen, right all the way around to twenty-eight. It was lunch hour, so they probably weren’t going anywhere. “How’s your BOYfriend?” There was some chuckling as the school’s soccer team moved in around him. “Hey, Skyler!” The teasing sound of that voice set his teeth into clampdown mode, and his palms started to sweat. There were always gay jokes flying between them, but the playful ass-slapping and groping were in complete contrast to the bubble of space they kept around anyone who actually called themselves gay. Maybe it’s just that they feel so comfortable with each other. There were plenty of guys that acted like that that weren’t on a team. Was it the team that made it ok for them to touch each other all the time? Nah, it’s not just that. Just one more reminder of Christmas break that made the perma-lump in his throat swell up again.Īs the hallway filled in around him, Skyler could hear the guys all laughing and shouting as they grabbed each other. He shrugged his backpack back up onto his shoulder, and his recently pierced nipples rubbed on the inside of his stiff button-up shirt. His combination lock was not normally a problem, but today he just couldn’t think straight. Right all the way around, then to twenty-four. Left all the way around, then to fourteen.
Skyler rested his forehead against the cold steel of his locker, closed his eyes for a moment, and then tried again.
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