Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 102549 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102549 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
There’s a softer thump this time. “I think it’s both.”
“Did you make it inside your place, or are you slumped against your door?”
“I’m in. Apparently, keys work better than shoes.”
“Who would’ve thought that?”
“Right?” Prescott lets out a loud breath. “I hate that you and Kit are on the other side of the country.”
I debate whether I should admit how much I hate it too.
“I get it,” he slurs some more. “Well, not so much Kit, but with you it makes sense. Even if you could’ve done your grad program in California. I understand the interning for your uncle thing. Kit’s thing doesn’t make sense. I hate it. And maybe I didn’t realize how much until Florida.”
“I know. I hate it too.”
“Have you managed to meet up with Kit at all yet?”
“Nope. He’s always busy.”
“So you have talked, then.”
“Texted.”
Prescott goes silent.
“Did you pass out?” I ask.
“No, I’m here. On my couch. Drunk. Horny.”
I groan. “My favorite kind of Prescott.”
“You know what my favorite kind of Brady is?”
“Naked?”
“Well, yeah, that helps, but you know what I was thinking?”
“You’re drunk. Will any of your thoughts make sense?”
“While I was out there tonight, meeting guys and trying to find someone to hook up with, not one of them said anything real.”
I roll over in bed, facing the empty spot beside me. “What do you mean? From memory, the night we met, I asked for a threesome, we fucked, and then I went home.”
“Yeah, but it was different. You were so … so …”
“Hot?”
“Nooo.”
“I wasn’t hot?”
He grunts, and I can totally see him pulling a frustrated expression where a line appears in his forehead. “You know what I mean. It was different with you.”
I want to believe that so much, but there’s one obvious factor he’s not considering. “Could it be that you miss Kit? I know I wasn’t the first guy you two took home. Maybe dumb college guys back then were more appealing because going home with one of them meant you got to be with him too.”
“Ergh. Don’t even go there.”
“Why not?”
“Because he left. It’s whatever. I’m dealing with it.”
“Sure sounds like it,” I say. I’ve always made it a point not to get in between Prescott and Kit’s relationship, but Prescott sounds so heartbroken. I don’t even know if he’s aware of it. His dismissive “whatever” is very telling. He doesn’t want to show how much it hurts.
“Enough about me. Talk to me about you. How’s work and school and—”
“Exhausting, but I appreciate you asking.” I yawn and finally look at the time. “Fuck, it’s 3:00 a.m.”
“Oh shit. Time difference. Sorry, I forgot.”
“Kind of easy to when you’re that trashed.”
“I’ll let you go.”
“I want to keep talking, but I need to be up in two hours to get into the office and catch up on admin work before classes.”
“Can … uh …” Prescott hesitates.
“Can what?”
“Can I call you again? But sober?”
Will being in contact with Prescott make missing him and Kit better or worse? I’m not sure. But I do know I like hearing from him, and after we end this call, I’m going to go back to sleep with a huge smile on my face.
“Please call me again.”
“I will.”
Time after that night does seem to move quicker, and I can only thank Prescott’s and my phone calls for it. Months and months of sporadic phone calls is getting me through. But the truth is, the longer that passes, the more times Kit’s too busy to meet up or joins one of the phone calls only to cut it short, I get the impression Kit’s pulling away from us.
I understand Kit’s connection to Prescott is deep and that he moved to Virginia because he’s in love with Pres, but I feel like Kit’s punishing me, too, by trying to avoid Prescott.
Prescott called a couple of nights ago to say that Kit was going to be in Coronado this week sometime. He asked me if I could get a day or two to fly back and see them, but it’s impossible because work is kicking my ass.
I’m currently in Philly with Uncle Damon at a photoshoot for Kelley Afton, the latest rising MLB star to break down that closet door, who looks like he’s about to puke.
“I’m nervous.” Sure, he can stand on that pitcher’s mound and look cool, calm, and collected. He can strike out the best hitters in the league and not break a sweat, but a simple photoshoot is too much for him.
In his defense, all he’s wearing is baseball pants, cleats, and a baseball cap. Plus, I don’t think it’s the actual photoshoot that he’s worried about but the aftermath that’s coming.
Though, it shouldn’t be a surprise to many when this news comes out. While King Sports has a diverse range of clients, it’s known for being the agency queer athletes want to sign with, and that’s because my uncle has spent his entire career advocating for people who identify as LGBTQIA in this industry. Not only athletes but others like me—the ones who work behind the scenes. The majority of people who work here are queer because they know it’s a safe space for them. King Sports is the ultimate agency for queer people in sports.