Page 66 of Two for Charging

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

Chris came downstairs to find Dmitriyev at Howie’s throat.

All things considered, it wasn’t what he had expected.

Dmitriyev and Vanderbilt would have made sense after what Chris and Luca had heard from the bathroom earlier, but Howie?

A lot of weird things were happening today.

Like Chris wanting to suck Luca’s dick badly enough that he did it in the unlocked guest room of his team captain’s house—which seemed disrespectful. The frantic urgency ran away with him when he understood (slow, too slow as always) that Luca was so turned on that he begged for more after a few kisses.

When Chris had thought Luca had offered “coaching” as a favor because Chris refused to charge rent, he’d felt weird and uncomfortable about the whole thing. But Luca being really, really into the sex? Game changer. Chris wanted to give Luca everything he wanted, and if he wanted inexpert blowjobs in a barely private location, Chris would deliver.

He’d gotten so into it that he was most of the way hard by the end. Having Luca shaking and shuddering in his arms made him feel so… Not powerful, but as though he’d been given something precious to protect. Something all his. Getting his ex-girlfriends off had been nice, but it had never made him want to burn the world down just to keep them warm.

Doing it with a guy was different.

Who knew?

Coming down the stairs after his first time performing oral sex on a man—after the first time he’d gotten turned on during any sex without significant effort—to find Dmitriyev on his feet, yelling at Howie about stupid Americans, felt like leaving the steam room at the arena and going straight onto the ice.

Howie, red in the face, shouted, “I’m Canadian!”

Dmitriyev bared his teeth in a snarl, which should have made Howie back down, but for some reason, he stepped in close and said, “And Tatars are Russians, too, you stupid fuck, which you’d know if your fucking media wasn’t so fucking—”

“Okay,” Chris said brightly, finagling his way in between the two of them. “I’m sensing a lot of negative energy in here, wow. What brought this on, guys?”

Dmitriyev muttered something in Russian and spat on the floor before stalking out and up the stairs. Howie fell into a seat on the couch.

Jax and Tom exchanged speaking looks.

“Howie,” Tom said. “What was that about?”

Howie’s jaw jutted out. “You heard it. Do I have to apologize to everyone again for thinking Russia is a dictatorship?”

“I mean, maybe to the Russians, if they disagree.” Jax looked around at the group, uncertainty written across every inch of his face. No one present offered reassurance.

Chris didn’t know anything about Russian politics beyond a vague sense that they were Bad with a capital B. His granddad complained about “commies” sometimes, though he hadn’t done it around Chris since the year Matty spent all of Christmas trying to discuss the collected works of Karl Marx. Otherwise, he knew there was a war going on and people blamed Russia for fake news—both of which were bad, but apparently not bad enough that anyone who could do something about it had gone ahead and done it.

When the conversation had turned to international politics last summer, Matty had said some things about secured second-strike capability, and since Chris had never heard those words in that order, he had no clue what the rest of the sentence meant either.

He knew he should have looked it up.

“Of course not,” Tom said to Howie in a soothing tone, elbowing Jax into silence and scooting forward on the couch to look at Howie. “But you didn’t say anything about his government to him. You told him his home country is backward, and you called him a stupid fuck.”

“He was being a stupid fuck.”

Chris flicked Howie on the ear. “If I called you that, you would be pissed.”

“No, I wouldn’t. I am a stupid fuck.”

“At least he knows it,” Jax muttered.

“But being a dumbass doesn’t mean you get to say bigoted shit!”