Page 4 of Pucking Them
Shay claimed that he was trying to learn one of theboring sports that old rich guys like D’Angelo wereintoto be a better boyfriend.
It wasn’t the most successful defense.
Maybe he should have left out theoldbit…?
After lunch, Shay nudged Eden. “How about we have a friendly, bro?”
There seems nothingfriendlyabout this match.
Shay is too competitive when it comes to soccer.
Or is that just a men thing? An English obsession?
Shay is talented. He could have turned pro.
Now, under the sun, the twins look like Greek statues carved out of white marble sprung to life.
They’re spellbinding to watch together.
They are stripped down to only royal navy football shorts and bare feet. The sun glistens off their ice-white skin and golden hair.
Shay’s winter gray eyes gleam with joy.
He is six feet tall, which means that he is shorter than most hockey players. But he fought against his coaches to still turn pro.
Shay has faced so many fucking challenges. He’s worked his ass off. If he’d only believe it, he could achieve whatever he wants.
Shay bounces over to the goal, enthusiastically picking up the ball and claiming it as his own again. “Best of three?”
Eden nods.
Eden’s golden hair is more slicked back from his face than his brother’s, which makes his cheekbones look sharper. Thesunshine glints on the piercings in his right eyebrow and nipples.
I bite my lip, remembering how sensitive Eden’s nipple piercings are. I love the sounds that I can draw from him, when I lick over them.
I also love how he has never been with anyone but me, and everything that we’re exploring together is both new and beautiful.
I don’t want to fuck this up.
This new, fragile relationship means everything to all of us like the beautiful robin tattoo, which nestles amongst the thorns of the black roses that wind up Eden’s muscled arms.
I was with Eden, for the first time in his life, while he had that tattoo added. It was like a wedding ceremony to represent his love.
Our love.
Eden’s ink is a way to symbolize him taking back control after the twins’ addict parents sold them as kids.
When he turns for the ball, the phoenix tattoo with a dramatic tail and wings, which rises from the hollow of his back to his shoulders, blazes in the sun.
Eden truly has risen from the ashes.
Now, I am part of his story, and although each of us deal with trauma in different ways, I want to fly into the future with them, no matter how tough things may become.
“Prince of Rebels.” D’Angelo grimaces. “Prince ofthe Englishmore like. I should have installed an American football field.”
“Unfortunately, this mansion has been invaded. It is now fifty percent British territory.”
D’Angelo’s eyes widen. “We’ll be converted next. I’m already drinking Earl Grey and becoming more dryly sarcastic.”
