Off The Ice: Young Adult Gay Romance (Chesterford Coyotes Book 1) by RJ Scott & V.L. Locey

Author:RJ Scott & V.L. Locey [Scott, RJ & Locey, V.L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Love Lane Books Ltd
Published: 2023-05-29T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Soren

Things were weird over the next week or so.

Weird with Felix, which, hey, it was Felix, so I expected things to be antagonistic, which they were… sort of, but not as much? Yeah, it was messing with my head. Like, there were days or times, I’d say something, or he would, and we’d have, like, a moment. Not like a movie moment where we would stare into each other’s dewy eyes, then proclaim undying love. I mean, seriously, no. But times, like today, during our first team scrimmage. Coach—like every other adult human being in my life—had suddenly decided that Soren/Felix was the best pairing since Ash and Pikachu. Seemed, we were always on the same line, same scrimmage team, same classes, same house. Maybe, the gods were trying to teach me something. What that was, I had no effing clue. So far, the only lesson I was getting was in patience, because Felix Maxwell-Sinclair tried mine at every opportunity. Until he wasn’t…

Head space, total chalk.

Today, he was being okay. Not exactly Mr. Sunshine, but okay. Tomorrow, he might show up and be the largest penis in a Chesterford jacket you ever met. Maybe, that not knowing what to expect was what was making me so edgy and unsettled. Not the pink of his lips or the flecks of darker blue in his eyes. Nope. None of those things. Those were movie moments. And right now, Felix and I were not in any way Nick and Charlie from Heartstopper. At the moment, we were more Andi and April from Parks and Recreation, minus the married stuff.

The first half of the scrimmage was just us working out the kinks after a long summer and trying to find some cohesion. Felix and I were on the white team, the players divvied up equally. Tyler was on our side, which totally did not add any drama to the situation. Not. The tension in Felix, around Tyler, was so thick you could smear it on your toast and skip the peanut butter and honey.

They actually played well together. Tyler was fast with soft hands, and Felix was good at picking up his passes. We won the game, such as it was, and then, spent the other half of the practice working on special teams, with attention to playing short-handed, something that had given us trouble last season. We didn’t suck, but we could certainly be better with our penalty kills. Too many goals given up and that sort of thing. I was out on the ice with three forwards on this round, the last time we’d been two and two, with a duo of forwards and a duo of defensemen.

A volunteer coach acted as a ref, and Coach Sennett was sitting up in the high seats taking notes. I didn’t mind playing a D-man. Coach liked us to know how to cover all the positions. Made us well-rounded, he said. During a PK drill—and sometimes in games, if someone was hurt—we had to be ready to play all the possible angles.

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