Chapter 36

He looks up as Dante takes the ice, his sweats discarded, his jacket gone. Now his hair is hidden beneath the football-shaped helmet that the speedskaters use, the yellow covering bright and sunny out there against the white ice. Ryan smiles at the skinsuit his boy wears—his boy,God, that sounds wonderful. He likes the body-hugging fabric, the second skin that shows off Dante’s strong legs, his round ass, the bulge at his crotch. As he starts around the rink, he waves up at Ryan, who raises a hand in return. My boy.He raises the camera to snap off a few shots as Dante picks up speed.

Behind him, footsteps echo down the aisle. Ryan looks up from the camera, surprised, when Jacoby sinks into the seat beside him. “Hey,” he says, nodding at the railing in front of them. He doesn’t look Ryan’s way.