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Ryan Wesley had a killer hockey season. He was the leading goal scorer of the NHL for this season and racked up a hundred assists. Not bad for hockey player only three years into his professional career. He was also instrumental in the crowning of Toronto as the Eastern conference winner. It took all of his willpower to not hoist the Prince of Wales cup. That would be bad form and bring bad luck on his team, bad luck which they certainly didn’t need any more of. They played well, but the Bruins played better. They were the ones who progressed on to the finals and they were the ones who got to hoist the Stanley cup. The lucky bastards.
But he couldn’t complain since complaining would get him nowhere. All he could was train harder for next season and hope that lady luck would roll the dice in his favour next time. However this season was spectacular the hockey press had finally given up focusing on his status as the first out gay man in hockey and instead talked about him like the next star player someone to watch out for, someone who could be great and be remembered for time immemorial in the hockey world instead of focusing and where he wanted to stick his dick in. Jamie. That was the answer by the way. To the question of where he wanted to stick his dick in. Jamie his husband, gosh it felt like a dream just saying that. Jamie his husband of two years now; Jamie the only man he has ever loved since he was 13 before he even knew what being gay meant; before realising that there where places he could be killed jut because of how in love he was with Jamie never wanting to be parted from him again: Jamie who he needed more than air. If you cut open Ryan’s heart you would see Jamie’s name engraved right across it and if god forbid Jamie died before him Ryan knew he would die from literal heartbreak.
It was too beautiful a day to be thinking of death because in just under two hours Ryan’s plane was going to land in Toronto and he was finally coming home, coming home to Jamie.
Ryan opened the door to their apartment and left his suitcase by the couch. He could smell his favourite dish cooking enchiladas. To be fair anything Jamie cooked was his favourite, but he had a special place for Jamie’s enchiladas. ‘’ Hey babe. I’m home. ‘’ Instead of Jamie walking out to greet him with his long awaited ‘I fucking missed you’ snog with his beautiful blond hair he saw a man with black hair and honey brown eyes. Ryan was shocked. No it couldn’t be. Jamie could not be cheating on him with some other guy. Ryan felt his heart stop. He felt himself struggle to breathe something that hadn’t happened to him since he had asthma as a toddler. Jamie just could not be cheating on him with some no-name guy who had brown eyes that reminded him of the warmth of hot chocolates his mum used to make him as a child before she realised that he was gay. Brown eyes that caught the sunlight and transformed into ambers that hypnotised him, brown eyes he could just get lost in. Ok maybe he understood the appeal of this guy. After the divorce he was definitely stealing this guy away from Jamie. Oh. Recognition downed on him. Ryan burst out laughing at the absurdity of his own thoughts.
Jamie smiled and gave Ryan one of the best most passionate ‘I fucking missed you’ snog leaving Ryan breathless, but in a good way this time.
Ryan started kissing Jamie’s neck and steadily moved all the way to his check making his to his lips again. Jamie’s moans where a personal fucking aphrodisiac and with Jamie’s new hair colour it looked Dinner just moved to an earlier slot.
“We should make our way to my bedroom. We need to be quick before my husband comes back” whispered Ryan
“Oh. Maybe he could join us.” Whispered Jamie
“I don’t like to share” said Ryan “God you are so beautiful and sexy with black hair. I have half mind to lock you up.”
“Kinky” said Jamie with laughter in his eyes.
Then the oven timer went off
“Looks like dinners ready. Maybe you could lock me up with those handcuffs later tonight. I f your husband isn’t hear by them.”
Ryan smiled. He was always happiest with Jamie. Jamie was his home. And Jamie feed him enchiladas which they had with a cold glass of beer.
The next day they had to buy a new pair of handcuffs.