EJ in Love

EJ

"Why did you kiss him? You can't rile him up before such an important game EJ," he leaned back on the couch, "It's not a good thing to see your son getting into a fight. Look at your face."

"Connor deserved it," I folded my arms over my chest, "He's arrogant."

"Demyan has been here for two weeks and you're getting involved in fights. Did he say something? Whenever you two are together something always happens."

"Demyan didn't do anything Dad. I was just an idiot."

He nodded then stood up, "I'm not upset with you. You're an adult. I'm sure you have a reason for doing what you're doing however not everyone is like us Junior. There's people out there whose sexuality won't suddenly tether because of a kiss and you're too old to be teasing Connor by kissing him. I know you'll find a way to deal with it."

"I will Dad, I promise. It was just a lapse of judgement."

He walked over to me and kissed my forehead, "Put lots of ice it'll be down by tomorrow. I love you. Don't let Sana sleep too late."

"I won't, I love you." He soon left and Sana, as if hovering by the door, came in with a whole tray of junk food. 

Within minutes the door burst open again and Demyan came in looking like hell. Clearly whatever happened in Russia must have been bad for him to look like a shell of himself. "I'm glad I'm not the only one who looks like shit."

"Oh I look a lot better than you," I loudly laughed as he sat down on the couch with us. He stole popcorn from Sana which had her scowling. We did not say a word to each other but even without words it felt good to know they were with me. 

"I don't even know what the fuck you two were thinking!" Coach Bryan exploded as Connor and I sat next to each other at the boardroom table.

The teams national manager, staff, executive director, chief executive and publicity team were gathered around the table that felt like at that moment stretched on forever.

I knew Connor was going to look bad, damn it, this morning with me it looked like the bruising and swelling had fully seeped in, yet he looked like he had been hit by a truck.

His upper lip was busted and swollen. You would think he had an allergy, his jaw looked just as painful and the matching blue eye we both wore just made things so much worse. I knew I shouldn't have been happy that I had gotten to him but I was. If he thought he was the only tough one who could throw a punch I had just proved him wrong.

We had not said a word to each other when we got to the reception and waited for them to call us in. Everyone looked at us with a wince which just made me boil even more. Then the looks of pure disappointment were even worse.

It was already hard as it was to prove I was worthy of captaincy despite my age. Losing my temper really did not do me any wonders. I felt like dying when I got the call this morning that the team demanded our immediate attendance and no matter how hard I begged Dad to pull his connections to get me out of this one meeting, he was not having it.

That left me where I was. The fact I had also kissed Connor was what had me cowering the most. The one time I had gathered whatever little courage I had to make my move and this was the result! Demyan always had confidence and just went for it. Even though the results were disastrous, at least he tried.

I half played it safe whilst convincing myself I was daring. The one time I had really pushed the envelope was probably the reason I was going to get fired.

Connor looked stressed. Stressed enough that he chose not to acknowledge my existence. When I sat next to him he stood up and moved a seat down at the reception, at the boardroom table he had no choice. There were only so many seats and it was not like we had much of a choice on where to go.

The chairs felt ridiculously small for the both of us that we looked like giants seated on toddlers seats. I did not understand how everyone looked normal and we did not. I had even started to believe that they had dubbed us and given us tiny chairs just so we were forced to be pressed against each other.

His large muscle thigh was pressed right next to mine and even though we both tried to angle our bodies away from each other it was impossible. I just had to do my best to hide my blush.

I was sick. Absolutely sick. Connor had beat me into a plump and so had I but there I was blushing because our thighs brushed against each other every so often. Maybe there was something psychologically wrong with me but having parents like mine you would be.

Pa and Demyan were dressed in matching mini skirts today, there was not a single heart in the house that did not nearly get a heart attack.

Maybe I was seeking love. Seeking balance by a strong male figure because Dad never knew when to say enough was enough and demand Pa wear more clothes. In fact I think he thrived because Pa would always come home with a new diamond encrusted something.

"EJ!" I was snapped out of my thoughts when Phil, our team's manager, barked. I did not even réalize I was smiling until Connor rolled his eyes and I was quick to wipe it off my face. "Glad to see what we're saying is extremely amusing to you! Do you réalize what you've done!"

I blinked rapidly trying to figure out what had been discussed whilst I was in dream land, "I think Connor knocked me into a concussion because I can't think straight."