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Harris could not believe that he had been talked into being in front of the camera like this again. After the video of the two couples went viral, the video of Shane and Ilya reading thirst tweets went even more viral, the owners had begged Harris to capitalize on his newfound celebrity status and do his own "Thirst Tweets" video. Harris had protested, saying that the focus should be on the actual Centaurs. Wiebe had chimed in and said that he was an honorary Centaur, and that, combined with Troy telling him that he would do what some of the tweets said, had worn Harris down, and he reluctantly agreed. But now, as he sat down in one of the comfy chairs in his office, he regretted that he never convinced Troy to sign up for Twitter. He straightened his flanel again and looked over at Luca sitting on the other chair. The young player had recently become a fan favorite and had been appearing in many of Harris' videos. He nodded towards Luca, who started his introduction.
"Hi, Centaurs fans! It's Luca Haas here with another Centaur Herd Video." God, Harris hated the name they decided on for the behind-the-scenes and player videos. But he did like the little centaur logo that Luca had drawn. If the hockey thing doesn't work out, he would make a good artist or graphic designer. "Today, after much demand, we have Harris Drover following The First Husbands of Hockey to read thirst tweets about himself. Are you ready, Harris?
"No, but let's get it over with," Harris mumbled. Luca grinned and clicked the remote in his hand, pulling up the first tweet on the TV between them.
"Let's start tame, our first tweet is from @bowlmeoverdrover, and it says: "Two words: Beard. Burn." Harris turned bright red and put his face in his hands. This made Luca start laughing uncontrollably. The little shit Harris thought, he loved Luca, but this was embarrassing.
"Umm, thanks? I think," Harris said, "Everyone has something, I guess?"
"Everyone has something? Lame. What does Troy think of beard burn, Harris?" Luca said with a glint in his eye. The little bastard was spending too much time with Ilya.
"You'll have to ask him, a gentleman doesn't kiss and tell," Harris said. He figured that he might as well play along. He wouldn't say anything too embarrassing. After being with Troy for as long as he had been, he was used to the public knowing too much about their relationship as semi-public figures.
"Now we're talking," Luca said, reaching out to give Harris a high-five that was reluctantly returned. "Next tweet from @appleofmyeye123 saying "I would let that man core me like an apple.""
"What does that even mean? I'm not going to stab anyone." Harris re-read the Tweet, trying to figure out what the poster meant.
Luca grinned, "Oh, I think they definitely want you to stab them, if you know what I mean." Luca wagged his eyebrows at Harris. Harris didn't know he could do that.
"What...oh shit!" Harris exclaimed after he finally connected the dots. He had heard the things people said about Shane and Ilya, but he never imagined that people would think. "Umm, thank you, I guess? But I'm taken." Luca's watch vibrated with a text, and he laughed even harder when he read it.
"Ilya said, "I'll bet you're taken, taken every night" with a winky face. He's apparently listening at the door." Luca supplied.
"Of course he is," Harris said, shaking his head. "He can stay out there. I'm kind of scared what else he would say if he were allowed on camera."
"Fair enough, don't worry, we only have two more tweets left," Luca said, patting the older man on the knee. "Alright, next we have @hockeyisgay, who says, "I would put @centaurharris and his video skills to good use in the bedroom."
"It's nice to see that my video skills are getting the attention they deserve," Harris said, focusing on that part of the Tweet. Luca's watch pinged again. He snorted when he read the text that Harris knew came from Ilya. "What did he say this time?" Harris said, resigning himself to his fate.
"He said, "I'm sure Troy gives you all the attention you deserve," followed by a bunch of kissy face emojis." Luca read off his watch.
"At least I don't use hockey as foreplay," Harris said, grinning as he threw his friend under the bus. He was feeling proud and about to tell Luca to move on to the last Tweet, when his watch vibrated again. Luca looked down at his watch and blushed redder than Harris thought he could. He was starting to regret terrorizing Ilya.
"He said," Luca paused, collecting his thoughts, "Troy has told me all about your hockey player jock fetish," followed by a devil emoji. man, I know too much about my friends' sex lives." I 100% agree, Harris thought. He wondered if any of this would be usable.
"Can we move on to the last Tweet and get this over with?" Harris pleaded.
"Let's," Luca readily agreed, "Our last Tweet is actually from @BarrettTroy17. Let's roll the tape," Harris was confused as his boyfriend's face filled the TV behind them.
"Hi, babe, I bet you're confused why I'm on the TV." That was an understatement; Harris didn't even know Troy had a Twitter account. "You probably didn't know I had a Twitter account. I promise I'm not hiding anything from you; I just made it and never used it. Since our relationship reveal was a media frenzy, when I heard you would be doing this, I thought it would be fun to ask you something." Harris wasn't sure what Troy wanted to ask him, that he wanted to do publicly like this. He looked over at Luca, who was smiling at him, like he knew something that Harris didn't. On the screen behind them, Troy continued, "Harris Drover, you are the love of my life. You are the man who gave me the courage to not only come out in public, but also fully come out to myself. I love how loud you are and how much you care about everything. I love that you call me on my bullshit and how you defend me from anyone who would talk badly about me. What I am trying to say, is, Harris Drover, will you marry me?" At this point, Harris was openly weeping and didn't notice that Luca had gotten up and opened the door to Harris' office. He wiped his tears and saw Troy kneeling in the doorway, holding a ring. Ilya and Shane stood behind him, both of them had their phones out, presumably recording Harris' reaction.
"Yes," was all Harris could say, but Troy had to have known it would be yes. Troy broke out into a smile, and got up and slid the ring onto Harris' finger. Harris looked down at the circle on his finger. It was a simple gold band with one diamond shaped like an apple. Harris wondered where he could find a jeweler who could find an apple-shaped diamond. It was weird and unique, just like Harris. Just like Troy and Harris' relationship. "I love you," Harris said.
"I love you too, babe," Troy said, placing a kiss on his fiancés forehead.