Chapter 167

They tussle, fists striking without reason, legs bucking, feet connecting with mats and the walls, the floors, whoever’s nearby that can’t move out of the way fast enough. Ryan gets his hands around Dietrich’s throat, chokes him until the skater kicks him away, then the kid climbs onto himand straddles his hips to keep him down. He starts pummeling Ryan’s face and chest with inexperienced punches. “I’m notgay,” he cries. “You fucking queer, you fucking faggot, you’re the one who likes it up the ass, you’re the one that goes down on him, not me, not me. Not me.”