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He got the door closed behind himself and flicked the tap on in the hope it would give him at least a little plausible deniability. Then, he pulled down his sweats. The fabric of the waistband glanced along the shaft of his dick, and that was it. He doubled over, pleasure coring him like a knife, and barely managed to get his hand cupped around the head before he sprayed come all over the bathroom floor.

Movement sounded from the living room, and the sudden specter of Breezy knocking on the door and catching him sent panic down Luca’s spine—so sharp his body mistook it for arousal, forcing a final jet of come out of him.

It took him a long moment to catch his breath, to push away from the door and wash his hands. In the mirror, his face was flushed and his pupils dilated.

This had been a mistake. He needed to find less horrifically intimate ways of contributing to this household. Taking another deep breath, Luca returned to the living room.

Breezy sat on the couch, upright instead of reclined as Luca had left him. He’d put his shirt on again, but he still wore nothing but his novelty boxer briefs. He’d gotten up to retrieve two nonalcoholic beers from the fridge—more refreshing and lower-calorie than sports drinks—and he’d put on football.

He looked up with a broad smile. “No Champion’s League today. But Rome is playing. Your hometown team, eh?”

Luca fell into place beside Breezy and took a deep sip of his beer. “By that logic, you should support Montreal in hockey.”

Breezy blew a long, wet raspberry.

The air smelled of arnica.

Their elbows brushed together when Luca set his beer on the coffee table.

Luca’s traitorous heart thumped and thumped and thumped in his chest.

Chapter Three

Vanderbilt [reading from a notecard]: Who on the team would you let babysit your kid? Oh, [bleeping noise], talk about a race for the bottom. I mean, Jax and Breezy do all the shelter stuff, but those kids are almost adults. No way I’m handing either of them an infant. I would say Hayes, but the only time I’ve ever seen him near a baby he was holding a beer, so, no. Gotta go with Dmitriyev. The man loves his baby cuddles.

Dmitriyev: [nodding solemnly] Vanderbilt’s baby is best baby. I would let him babysit too. Is good father.

Tom: Well, I don’t have kids, but I do have a dog. Jax is pretty good with her. So is Phil. The young guys…I dunno. Howie has the energy to play with her. Breezy… He’s a great guy, but I don’t see it.

Jax: Oh, pretty good, am I? I’m gonna remind him he said that the next time he wants me to take her for a walk in the middle of the night. But, yeah, I’m with him. I feel like Breezy would just stare at the dog.

Kayleigh [off-screen]: What about Luca? Would you give him a dog? Or a baby?

Jax: God, no.

Top comments:

seelionssaylions: love the unanimous consent. Breezy is not to be trusted

amazetti: Breezy and Luca voted worst at life

1642rox: I’m sorry. Did anyone else hear Jax say Tom sends him out with the dog in the middle of the night?? What are you doing at Tom’s place in the middle of the night, Jax?

(From “San Francisco Sea Lions Call Each Other Out For Fun, Part 3,” posted to YouTube 09/28/2025)

“Preseason starts soon,” Michelle observed. She sat at her desk with her feet kicked up on the table, heels discarded beside the wastepaper basket.

“Yup.” Chris lounged on the couch in her office, legs spread, trying to hit the bin with crumpled-up tissues from the dispenser in front of him.

So far, he’d hit her shoes twice.

Preseason started tomorrow. Today was the last day off Chris would get for a long time between games, practices, and road trips. Most of the guys were at home with their families and girlfriends, or boyfriends in some cases. Luca had left the apartment this morning bright and early, so he must have had plans.

“How does that make you feel?”

He glared at her.

“You want me to ask about the alternate situation instead?” She raised her eyebrows pointedly.