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Jack has a secret hidden in his pants, and Eli thinks he knows what it is.
Jack Cox has a secret he’s kept hidden for years until a fellow hockey player discovers a scrap of silk and lace hiding in his pocket. Elijah Mitten notices how anxious Jack is as the hot-pink fabric makes its way around the locker room, and when Jack throws it in the trash like it means nothing, Elijah guesses what’s beneath his stoic façade and possibly his pants.
When Elijah shows up on Jack’s doorstep looking for answers, Jack won’t admit anything. But when Elijah takes matters into his own hands, Jack has to make a decision: share his secret and risk losing hockey or keep it hidden forever.
12,600 words, 50 pages
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Publisher: Independently Published
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Pairings: M-M
Character Identities: Bisexual, Gay
Jack rifled through his hockey bag, praying there was still a spare pair of underwear hiding in the recesses. There was no way he could put on the underwear he’d walked into the ice house wearing.
No luck.
Jack stood with a sigh and reached for his suit pants, cursing the traffic jam that had fucked up his entire game day routine and the ultra-needy client who made him leave the office late.
Damn you, Geoffrey! Damn all the former child actors everywhere.
Jack always, always stopped home to change between work and a game or practice. Never fail.
How the hell am I gonna explain going commando in my suit pants if these guys ask?
READ MOREAnd he was sure they’d ask… if they noticed. He dropped the pants back on the bench and turned toward his locker instead. After a few quick swipes of his deodorant, he decided to tug his undershirt and white button-down on first, hoping the shirttails would make what he was doing less obvious. Jack then turned to face the center of the room, ass to his locker as he bent over and stepped into his pants.
“What the hell is this, Jack, my man?” Steve Bear asked through a giddy laugh as he tugged the hot pink panties Jack had stuffed into his front pocket when he’d hidden in the toilet stall earlier to change. His pockets must’ve been gaping just enough that the fabric was visible.
Jack’s stomach dropped as he watched the Bear Cub paw at the material. It left him with a sick feeling as he managed to get his fly secured without pinching his bits. He was probably turning green. He sure as hell was ready to puke.
“Come on,” Jack semi-pleaded to the man-child who turned everything he possibly could into some frat house prank because he had no self-control.
“Did you have a lunchtime fuck?” With a ridiculous laugh, Steve tossed the lace and silk panties across the locker room where Jones grabbed them, holding them up to his hips while he swayed as he fluttered his eyelashes. The move drew the attention of the entire locker room to the scrap of fabric. Jones passed them over to Dietz who cracked some crude remark before moving them along.
Jack turned to face his locker, mostly to hide his face, because he knew there was no possible way he wasn’t turning beet-red based on the heat spreading throughout his body. Hopefully everyone assumed he was still flushed from the game.
This was like a nightmare come true.
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