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.He wouldn’t have thought anything of it if they’d done this yesterday.Or a week from now.The men around him had no way of knowing how fucked up Mike was today, of all days.An eternity later, they completed their special, violent, and unwittingly excruciating greeting.Mike took satisfaction that most of the guys left complaining that they had to go wash lube off their hands before they could go out for the night.Serves them right.Only Alexei and Garrick LeBlanc—who’d actually introduced himself, in case Mike had been living under a rock for the last ten years—stayed behind with him in the locker room.Garrick cocked his head.“You okay?”Mike smiled like he hadn’t a care in the world.“Yeah, sure.”Garrick’s dubious look made Mike think he needed to work on his carefree smile.Since that wasn’t working, he took the next best option.Retreat.He waved his hand toward the back of the room.“Showers that way? ’Cuz I don’t think you want me showing up at the bar like this.”“Yeah, even Smitty’s wouldn’t let you in,” Garrick agreed with a smirk.Alexei snorted.“Not sure this one is old enough to drink anyway.”Mike rolled his eyes, but didn’t take the bait.He was used to annoying comments about his age, even if the Russian accent made this one sound more charming that usual.He hefted his gear bag up off the floor and grimaced at the puddle on top, praying the clothes within weren’t as ruined as the ones he was wearing.As it was, he was going to leave a slug-trail of lube across the locker room, but it was either that or leave one between here and the parking lot, then do untold damage to the already crappy upholstery in his piece-of-shit car.He barely bit back his sigh and forced another bright smile.“I’ll see you guys later.”Garrick studied him and said nothing, so Mike looked at Alexei.Damn.Still hot.Alexei nodded.“Yeah, see you later, kid.”“Only if you’re wearing your glasses, old man.” So much for not taking the bait.Alexei’s eyes lit with amusement.Fortunately, Garrick’s bark of laughter pulled Mike’s attention away before he could start drooling.“He’s got your number, Belov.”“We’ll see about that,” Alexei replied in a slow drawl as he looked Mike over.Mike turned away, afraid his stupid baby face would give away his every thought.And his dick was definitely going to give a few things away if Alexei kept looking at him like that.Mike focused on unloading his gear into his stall, dragging what should have been a five minute chore out for as long as possible.It felt like hours before Alexei and Garrick finally left and Mike could collapse onto the bench behind him.It was supposed to be one of the best days of his life.A new team.Professional hockey.His first time truly on his own, finally able to support himself and help his family, all without a parent hovering over his shoulder.And that was good.Really good.Maybe tomorrow it would even feel that way.“Alexei!”Alexei turned to see Garrick jogging across the parking lot toward him.“What’s up?”“The new guy…Mike? He, uhh…” Garrick shrugged.Alexei sighed, once again nipped by the guilt he’d been actively ignoring since he’d pulled this evening’s prank.“Do you think he’s all right?” Garrick asked.“I’m sure he’s fine.”“Yeah? He just seemed kind of…”Lost? Hurt? Really fucking pretty?“…overwhelmed.”Alexei’s shoulders slumped.Fuck.He hadn’t been imagining it.“Okay, I’ll go back in.Check on him.”Garrick’s eyes widened.“You sure?”Alexei tried not to take Garrick’s surprise personally.Normally this was exactly the sort of thing Alexei would let Garrick handle.But there’d been something about that kid.Those goddamn eyes.Even when he’d been grinning and joking with the rest of them, he’d still seemed…sad.Alexei blew out a deep breath.Occasionally, his pranks did backfire.He’d been trying, in his own admittedly perverse way, to welcome the newest member of the team.Not make him miserable.“No, it’s cool.I’ll go check on him.Make sure he knows where Smitty’s is.”“I’ll see you there, then?”“Yeah, see you in a few.”Alexei trudged back into the arena, surprised to find the locker room empty.He almost left to continue his search in the gym or the offices when he heard the water running in the pitch black shower room.Shit, what if the poor kid hadn’t been able to find the light switch?It took a few seconds for Alexei’s eyes to adjust to the low light cast through the door from the locker room, but eventually he found the tall, rangy defenseman standing under a torrent of water on the far side of the showers.He had his hands planted on the tile wall, his head hanging down so the spray beat down on his neck and between his wide shoulders.It was a damn nice view, but something wasn’t right.Tremors racked Mike’s body, his unsteady breaths audible even over the rushing water.Alexei almost dove back into the locker room, desperate to call Garrick and beg him to come back.This so wasn’t his fucking thing.Don’t be such a coward, Belov.In a burst of stupid courage, he charged into the shower room, crossing the tile to the point where the toes of his boots darkened from the water splashing back up off the floor.He still didn’t have the faintest fucking idea what he was going to say or do, but then he saw what the shadows and steam had hidden.The kid was covered in bruises.“Did we do that to you?” he demanded, picturing how the team had pounded on him.Mike jumped, almost losing his footing on the wet tiles.He slapped a hand on the wall to steady himself.“Jesus! You scared the shit out of me!”Alexei looked away from red-rimmed eyes and instead tried very hard not to notice how tempting Mike’s long frame and whipcord muscles were, in spite of the colorful array of reds and purples blanketing him.“Did we do that?” he asked again, gesturing to a particularly vivid patch of blue on Mike’s shoulder.Right where Alexei had punched him.But not that hard.“Do you bruise super fucking easily or something?”“What? No.I play hockey, for Christ’s sake.”“I’ve seen a lot of hockey players naked, and none of them looked like this!”Mike blinked water from his eyes and looked at Alexei like he was crazy.Okay, so that really hadn’t come out the way Alexei had meant it to.Mike spared Alexei having to explain by turning away and ducking his head back under the shower.“What are you doing here?” he asked.“Looking for you.” Looking at you [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]