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‘Knock knock.’ Troy pops his head around the door. Harris holds a finger up before tapping furiously at his keyboard. Troy stands there sheepishly, iced coffee rattling in his hand.
‘Okay, I'm done!’
Troy puts the iced coffee on Harris’s pride flag coaster and leans down for a quick peck. Harris doesn't let go as quickly, looping his hands around Troy’s neck and dragging him to his level. Troy holds himself steady, putting hand on the desk. Harris finally pulls back, his fingers playing with Troy’s hair. He looks a little tipsy if Troy is honest. Troy straightens up and scratches the back of his neck.
‘What’s got you so… erm, happy to see me?’
‘Can’t a boy just be happy his gorgeous hockey player boyfriend comes to visit with iced coffee?’
Troy raises a single brow.
‘I know you better than that, darling.’
The pet name slips out but he lets it sit there. He's still getting into this whole boyfriend thing. Harris’s eyes open wide and he realises this one didn't stick the landing.
‘Sorry, that sounded weird. Maybe I'm not a pe-’
‘Say it again.’
‘What?’ Troy chokes out. Harris stands up, closing the space between them.
‘Say it again.’
There's a flush emerging from under Harris’s beard. Troy clocks it and an inaudible ‘oh’ escapes his lips.
‘So you like darling then?’
Troy kisses the warm pink skin, Harris’s breath is short.
‘Mhmm… it's working for me.’
Harris puts his hands on Troy’s hips, fingers threatening to peel off his gym shirt. Harris groans just as there's a knock at the door.
‘Shit- I mean, sorry, I'll come back later.’
Troy and Harris look up to see Shane turning in a circle on the spot before stumbling into the door a little on exit. They jump apart and Troy turns as red as a tomato. Harris starts to howl with laughter, bending over the desk. Seconds later, Ilya jogs in.
‘Did I miss the show? Fuck, Hollander you lied to me!’
He looks directly to Troy, winks and runs back out.Troy turns to the wall and taps it with his head. Harris’s laugh turns hoarse as he struggles for air.
Troy finally crashes out on the office sofa as both his and Harris’s phones blow up. Team group chat. Troy groans into a pillow as Harris snaps a picture for them.
Harris: 📷
Harris: we will lock the door in future, apologies 😌