Author's Note: Hi guys! Sorry I took so long to post this, but it's been difficult to get right. There's a graphic sex scene between two characters who I won't reveal, but I wasn't sure about how I wrote things there so I'd love to hear from you about that! Thanks.


Luis would start off by telling you plain and simple that he did not hate Adam. He was a good friend and an even better hockey player. They'd never have won all those games without him, he knew that. But what Luis will tell you is that his opinion of him has definitely changed now. Banks was full on homo.

How could he of all people, be gay? He wasn't anything like gay guys were supposed to be – he was athletic and didn't care about fashion and other gay guy stuff. But that was beside the point. Adam had told everyone that he was gay and no one had an issue with it. Everyone went on about their business and even after practice, when Adam changed with them, no one had issue and Luis just couldn't understand for the life of him why. He probably was checking all of them out, whether he'd admit to it or not. It had been a few days since the big announcement and they'd all only sort of discussed at lunch one day while Adam was meeting with a teacher.

"I just – I mean, Adam's a homo? Who would've thought?" said Fulton before munching into his sandwich.

"Not me. Why did he even bang Jessica if he knew he was into dudes?" Luis asked.

Connie rolled her eyes. "Obviously he was trying to cover it up because he was scared,"

"She's right. You hear about it all the time. Gay men and women hide their true identities to insure their safety," Kenny explained.

Goldberg made a face. "Am I the only one who's uncomfortable with this?"

"Nah, man. I'm with you," Luis raised his water bottle.

"Didn't y'all hear Charlie? We're a team, we gotta stick together," Dwayne stated.

"Well, I'm not. The bible says men and men together is just wrong," Luis wasn't necessarily all that religious, but there were certain things in the bible that he abided by. His mother had raised him to be a good Christian boy and he would continue that tradition.

"And the bible also says no sex before marriage but you don't care about that one do you?" Julie said, clearly irritated. They had all almost forgotten she was there. If she was, they probably wouldn't have said anything. "If you're gonna be a judgmental prick then at least have the balls to say what you're gonna say to his face,"

She stood up and walked off.

And that was pretty much the end of it. No one brought up the whole Adam thing after that and it was to Luis's disbelief that no one else's religious aspects were coming into play. At least out loud. And then at practice the next day it was just like – whatever. Even on the ice, it was whatever. Luis wasn't an asshole, he'll also tell you that. He will always try and be nice to you, even if you're doing something he doesn't like. But for the life of him, he can't manage to pass the puck to Adam when he's told to. He crashes right into the glass, the puck going with him.

Orion blows his whistle and skates out onto the ice. "Mendoza! What the hell was that?! I tell you to pass the damn puck, then you pass the damn puck!"

Ken helps Luis stand up and he doesn't even bother to answer Orion. He just stands there. Orion approaches him, "Now can you give me a reason as to why you're disobeying my orders?"

Luis looks around at the team. Adam is hiding his face and Julie is blatantly side eyeing him. He doesn't want to embarrass Adam in front of everyone (even though he should) so he just says, "I thought I could make the shot,"

"And did you make the shot?"

Silence.

"It's not a rhetorical question, Mendoza, but I'll answer for you. No, you did not make the shot," Orion shook his head, annoyed and skated off the ice again. "You're off, Luis! Averman, you're in,"

And the practice continued like that. Luis sat on the bench, beyond pissed off that he'd even bothered acknowledging Adam on the ice like that, but then he got pissed because Julie kept on throwing him dirty looks. He should've just lied and said that he didn't want play because Adam was a fag. It was bullshit, it all straight bullshit.

After practice, in the locker room, Adam doesn't change with them. He walks straight into the girl's locker room and all the boys watch him silently. "Drama queen," said Russ, jokingly.

"He's not being dramatic, Mendoza is," Charlie pointed out.

"You got something to say?" said Luis.

"Yeah, I do. We all know your little stunt on the ice was because you don't like who Adam is. And now you've made him uncomfortable by being an asshole,"

Goldberg coughed twice and the attention turned to him. "I mean, I'm just gonna be honest – I don't want him changing in here with us,"

"Yeah, and why's that?" asked Ken.

"I don't want some homo looking at me in the nude,"

Russ and Guy burst out laughing. "Yeah, Goldberg, because people are just rushing to see you in your birthday suit," Russ cackled.

Goldberg and Averman both exchanged looks and Luis rolled his eyes. "Well, I am not Goldberg. I actually happen to be pretty damn good looking and I wouldn't put it past Banks to pick up on that," said Luis.

No one argued that and turned to start getting changed until Ken said, "You heard Adam. He said he isn't interested in any of us,"

"I'm not interested in half the girls I fucked, but I still fucked them," Luis insisted.

"Adam isn't like that," said Charlie. "He's not a fucked up pervert like you,"

Luis marched over to Charlie, angrily. "You know what, Charlie? Why don't you stop running your fucking mouth about 'acceptance' or whatever? I don't see you running to get Banksy back in here!"

Charlie looked at him for a second and then pursed his lips and nodded. "Okay. Alright, Luis. You're right," he threw up his hands and walked over to the girl's locker room door and knocked twice.

Julie answered, half dressed in a tank top and pants. "What?" she said, in a way that was very unlike her usual tone.

"Tell Adam to come back in here and change with us," said Charlie.

"What? So you guys can be assholes to him? No way," she began to close the door but Charlie stopped her.

"C'mon, just – just let me talk to him,"

Julie sighed and moved away from the door. Adam stood in her place within a few seconds. "Yes?" he questioned, nervous.

"Why aren't you changing with us?"

Adam didn't answer.

Goldberg groaned. "Come on, he doesn't want to change with us, let him change with them. Who cares?"

"I do," Charlie insisted and then turned back to Adam. "Come on – I . . . no one cares that you're . . . you know . . ."

"Gay," Russ called out.

"Thank you. Yes, gay. No one cares about that. You're our friend. That's all that mattered,"

The look in Charlie's eyes was both sincere and convincing enough and Adam found himself getting lost in his gaze until he remembered the reason he was using a different locker room in the first place. He shook his head. "No. Charlie, I'm – good. Thanks,"

He shut the door quietly and leaned his head against it, already regretting his decision in coming out. He could practically feel Julie and Connie's eyes burning into his back. "Say it. I fucked up," he said, without turning around.

"I wouldn't go that far," said Connie.

"How far would you go?"

"That they're fucked up for treating you like that," she explained.

Adam turned and Julie nodded. "It's not your fault Luis was being a dick. If he wants to be a dick, that's his problem, not yours,"


They didn't have a game on Saturday, as their games were bi weekly. Instead, they had a practice lasting from 9am to 3pm and needless to say, all the Ducks were exhausted. Even more so because of the underlining tension following Adam's announcement. Luis still wasn't passing him the puck and when they were scrimmaging and Adam tried to score, Goldberg shoved him to the ground and then claimed that it was accident. Orion looked like he seemed to know why this was all going on, but when Charlie scolded Luis and Julie tripped Goldberg, he figured it would be better for everyone not to get involved at that moment.

The locker room was the quietest that it had ever been. No one wanted to bring up the elephant in the room and no one wanted to even try and change the subject in fear that it would lead straight back to Adam. Luis changed quietly and quickly and left – he didn't need to be around these jerk offs for any longer than necessary.

Charlie was more stressed out than anyone. Aside from being in the middle of all the tension on the team, things with his mother weren't really going all that well. The two of them had officially left Jim and with nowhere to stay, were living with Jan at the skate shop. It wasn't the most comfortable situation but they couldn't afford a hotel and Jan had offered. They couldn't just say no. But the most difficult part about the situation was that his mother was refusing to let him contact Bombay to get the divorce papers. She was too embarrassed and without those papers they were fucked.

Linda has even started to notice. He pulls out of her and falls next to her on her bed and she brushes her hair out her eyes and says, "What's wrong?"

He's still panting. "What are you talking about?"

"You're upset about something. I can tell,"

Charlie raises his eyebrows at her. "We just had sex. I'm really not upset about anything right now,"

"Yeah, but you were before. You have been all week. Are you still upset about Portman?"

He hadn't bothered to bring up what was going on with his mom. No one knew except for Jan and he wanted to keep it that way. It wasn't like Linda would understand. She'd tell him he was being an idiot for not just calling Bombay to handle it.

Charlie nodded. "Yeah,"

Linda sighed and wrapped her arms around his torso. "I'm sorry, hun,"

"He's uh . . . he'll pull through. Fulton says he's doing well in rehab,"

Linda hums against his skin and runs her fingers up and down his chest.

"I'm worried about Adam too," he confessed.

"Are the guys still giving him a hard time?"

"Not all of them. It's really just Luis and occasionally Goldberg but Goldberg's always an ass. There's just this obvious tension with the team and we have a game next week and we've already lost the first two. The last thing we need is to lose another one,"

Linda looked up at him. "How's Adam taking it?"

"I don't know . . . he's been avoiding me. I don't know what I did, I mean, I've been trying to be supportive," Charlie pictured Adam suddenly, his strawberry blonde hair sticking to his face when he took off his helmet and the big belly laugh that came out of him when Julie said something funny. He found himself smiling at the thought and then quickly dismissed the image.

"You're being a good friend and a good captain, Charlie. He's probably just stressed out and doesn't want to talk. It has nothing to do with you,"

He nodded. "Yeah, you're probably right,"

"I'm always right," she expressed.

Charlie kissed her head. "Can't argue with you there,"


Sunday. 3pm. Connie had made sure that her dad was out of the house – not that he would care much about her sex life anyway. She'd invited all the Ducks to come over early without telling them why they were invited, besides from Julie, Russ, Dwayne and Ken who were all practically beaming with excitement. Connor had also made a point of not inviting Guy. But of course, he'd come with Charlie and Fulton.

Around 3:30 once everyone was there, she finally announced her plan to everyone.

"Isn't that just gonna start a fight?" asked Charlie.

Connie sighed. "I don't give a shit,"

"She doesn't," Julie backed her up.

"Those assholes deserve it and besides – it's Averman and Goldberg? What are they gonna do?"

Charlie shook his head. "I don't think it's a good idea,"

"I do," Luis smiled. "This is gonna be funny as hell. Great idea, Connie,"

Connie smiled. "Thank you,"

"I'm with Charlie," said Guy. "What those guys did to Julie was fucked up and gross but do we really want to sink to their level?"

"An eye for an eye," Connie's smile fell and she glared at him.

"Makes the whole world blind," he added. "You're classier than this, Connie,"

"Really? I thought I was a whore,"

The guys let out a few "ooh's" and even a few gasps of disbelief.

"I never said that –" Guy attempted to explain.

"Save it. If you don't want to take part in this then get out. I didn't invite you here anyway,"

Guy sighed and then stayed silent. Julie put her hand on Connie's back but she ignored it. She didn't want anyone's pity. Instead, she stood up. "Okay, so, here's the plan. You guys hide in my dad's room. I'm gonna take them up to my room and leave the door open. When I say 'Take me' you come in. Got it?"

Everyone, even Charlie, burst out laughing.

"How are you gonna manage to keep a straight face?" asked Fulton.

"You let me worry about that,"

At 3:50, she led everyone upstairs to her dad's room and told them to leave the door open just a crack. She headed to her own room to check herself out a couple of times. She'd already loaded her face with makeup before the team got there, but an extra touch never hurt anyone. She pulled her sweatshirt over her head to expose her thin black undershirt. You can do this, Connie whispered to herself, letting out a slow breath.

The doorbell rang at 3:59. The Ducks were chattering away loudly and Connie opened the door to shush them. Russ whistled at the sight of her boobs hanging out of her shirt and she smirked before shutting the door just before it would lock.

She headed downstairs, whispering the same reassuring messages to herself over and over before opening the front door. There they stood, Goldberg holding a bunch of flowers in his hand. The two of them reeked of cologne.

"Hi – hi, Connie," Goldberg muttered out.

She pursed her lips together. "Hello, boys,"

"You – uh, you look nice," Averman managed.

"I know,"

Connie stepped aside so that they could enter. Goldberg held out the flowers for her. "Uh, these are for you,"

She felt bad for a second when she accepted them. But the image of Julie crying entered her head and any smidge of guilt was wiped away. "Thank you," she smiled.

They stood there for a second, staring at her, waiting for her to say something. "Um . . . so, should we go upstairs now?"

Both nodded profusely.

She turned to the staircase and led them. Connie silently prayed that the Ducks would keep themselves quiet enough so that Goldberg and Averman didn't suspect anything. Of course, it was blind hope that they would do as she told them and there were blatant noises coming from her dad's room.

"What was that?" asked Averman.

"My dad must've left the TV on," she explained and turned back to them. "Don't worry. He's out."

Connie opened the door to her bedroom and took a seat on her bed. They went to sit down next to her but she shook her head. "No. I want you to strip for me,"

They exchanged looks. "Are you gonna . . . you know . . . take your clothes off?" asked Averman.

"No. You're gonna fuck me while I'm still dressed," she said sarcastically and then realized she couldn't be her normal self right now. "I mean – once you guys are undressed, I want you to rip my clothes off. That sound good?"

They nodded again and began taking their clothes off. It took everything in Connie not to burst out laughing. She literally had to put her hand over her mouth to stop herself. The boys were stripping so quickly thankfully that the small giggle she let out wasn't noticed.

And then they were naked, standing in front of her completely naked and it was only the thought of how much they hurt Julie that allowed her to keep a straight face. "Take me," she said as loud as she could so that the others would hear her.

She had assumed that the Ducks would run in as soon as they heard her but they didn't. Instead, Goldberg and Averman were approaching her, their dicks hardening in front of their eyes. "Take me!" she said louder.

Again, nothing.

Connie hopped up from the bed before either of them could touch her. "Uh, you know what guys, why don't we go in my dad's room? Turns me on to fuck on his bed,"

That wasn't a lie but even if it was, she just needed this to be over. The two of them didn't care where they did it and followed her to her father's bedroom where she opened the door to expose the Ducks who promptly busted out laughing the second they saw the boys. Both Goldberg and Averman screamed and ran back to Connie's room to go and get their clothes.

Julie, still laughing, stood up and wrapped her arms around her friend. "That was awesome," she said.

"I told you they weren't gonna get away with hurting you," she giggled into Julie's ear.

"You're such a bitch, Moreau!" Goldberg yelled from the other room.

"At least I don't have a micro penis!" she yelled back through tears of laughter.

Adam was laughing the hardest out of everyone, falling onto her dad's bed and complete hysterics. Charlie smiled at him, wide eyed and happy that Adam was so happy again.

Goldberg and Averman came back in with their clothes back on. "That was fucked up," said Averman.

"Man, you kinda deserved that," said Russ.

"For what?!"

"For what you did to Julie," Ken said, like it was obvious.

Goldberg shook his head. "No, no, no! We didn't trick her into getting naked! All we did was ask her out!"

"You bet to see who could fuck me first! Which by the way – neither of you had a chance," Julie wrapped her arm around Connie's shoulders.

"Yeah, well – we figured we had a chance with Connie!" Goldberg motioned towards her.

"I don't fuck losers," said Connie.

Fulton and Russ let out a bunch of "yeah right" laughs and she rolled her eyes. "I don't fuck anyone on the team. It goes against my code,"

"Whatever," said Averman.

"Just admit it guys," said Luis. "She got you good,"

"No way," Goldberg scoffed.

"You deserved it!" insisted Julie. "And Goldberg, you never even apologized for what you did!"

"Well, I'm not apologizing now. This is way worse than what I did,"

"Stop being an ass, Goldberg," said Adam, the carefree smile gone from his face. "That's what got you into this mess in the first place,"

"Don't act like you didn't enjoy this mess, Banksy," Goldberg motioned to his groin and Averman made a noise of agreement.

"That was exactly what it was – a mess," Adam replied.


It was about another hour or so before the Ducks began to head out. Goldberg and Averman were still pissed, but less pissed off when Connie threw a bag of chips at them. They headed out first and all the Ducks began to follow shortly after. Charlie offered to give Adam a ride home and he denied it, saying he was just going to walk with Julie back to the dorms. Russ and Ken both pulled her aside to tell her how "fucking awesome" the prank was and how she was truly a genius for pulling it off. Dwayne kissed her on the cheek and told her she was a "real lovely lady." She wasn't talking to Guy and when he came up to her and told her "Thanks for having me over" she ignored him and went back to playing with her hair.

Luis was the last one to leave. "Why are you still here?" she asked him.

"My bus doesn't come till 7. I don't really feel like walking back to the dorms. Practice really kicked my ass yesterday,"

Connie nodded. "Yeah, I know what you mean. I'm really tired too."

There was silence for a moment and Connie moved to sit down next to him on the couch. Luis smiled over to her. "You know, I, uh, I thought that was really cool that you'd do that for Julie. I know it must've been embarrassing for you,"

I wish Guy understood that, she thought silently. "Thanks, I'm glad someone gets that,"

"Julie's a nice girl. It was fucked up that they would do that to her,"

She raised her eyebrows at him. "So you've never used a girl just for sex?"

"I never said that,"

The two of them laughed and Connie looked at him from underneath the hair falling into her face. "I think I might be guilty of that too,"

He made a face. "Maybe, but you know – you're a cool person. I don't think that the team appreciates you enough. I see how you check to make sure everyone's pads are on correctly and how always tie Averman's laces for me and how even though you and Guy are broken up you still look out for him,"

The smile was instantly wiped from Connie's face. Luis noticed, "I'm sorry –"

"It's fine," she said. "We're just uh, not really getting along right now,"

Luis thought back to what she'd said earlier. "Did he really call you a whore?"

"Pretty much," she whispered.

He looked at her and it was like he was just looking at her for the first time. "I don't think you're a whore,"

Connie smiled at him again. "Thanks,"

She stared right into his eyes, and he stared right into hers, pushing some of her hair out of her eyes. It was tender and soft, something that neither of them had felt in a long while. "You're beautiful," Luis whispered and before he could even finish getting the words out, Connie's lips were on his.

The kiss started out slow, his hands on her face and hers on his lips and then it changed. Connie stood up and pulled her shirt over her head, unhooked her bra and threw it off and then pulled off her pants and underwear. She jumped back onto Luis then, wrapping her legs around his hips. He was surprised by how fast she was going, but he wasn't complaining. Luis flipped her onto her back so that he was lying on top of her. Her legs stayed wrapped around him. They stayed like that for a bit until his dick became so unbearingly hard in his jeans that he needed to let it free. "Let me get that," Connie whispered.

He got off of her and she stood up and got onto her knees, unzipping his jeans and pulling his dick out from his boxers. She ran her tongue around the length a few times before sticking it as far into her mouth as it would go. He moaned, throwing his head back.

She stayed sucking his dick for a bit and then pulled away with a pop. "Do you have a condom?"

"Yeah," he said, his throat groggy. He pulled one from his back pocket and slid it on to his dick.

"You want to fuck, right?" Connie checked.

"Yeah," Luis reached to take off his shirt and she stopped him.

"I can't wait." She pulled his jeans and boxers down just a bit lower and then hopped right on to him. They both moaned loudly as she began riding him.

He moved his hands up and down her sides and then cupped her breasts, rubbing his thumbs over her nipples. He couldn't believe how good she was at this. Guys said she was good, but he had never imagined this. It was taking everything in him not to cum right away.

"You feel so good," she whispered in his ear. She bounced up and down on his dick, harder than before, and rubbed at her clit.

"Keep that up and I'm gonna cum soon," he managed.

Connie leaned back, putting her hands on his knees, allowing him to thrust into her. "That's okay,"

Luis grabbed her and pulled her lips to his own and then flipped her over so he could properly fuck her. As soon as he did, she started moaning loudly, gasping and grabbing at the couch for support. He watched, licking his lips with pleasure, trying to keep from groaning too loudly himself. He pulled her legs up and put them on his shoulders to get a better angle.

"Fuck me . . . harder," she whispered. "Come on, give it to me,"

He did as told and fucked her so hard that the couch began to shake. She was screaming with pleasure and he thought that maybe this was better than porn. He fingered her clit and deep dicked her slowly a few times and then increased his speed.

Within minutes, the both of them were coming, Luis falling on top of Connie, spent.

He stayed inside her and kissed her all over her face until he got to her lips and then kissed them, more gently. Connie pulled his head down to her chest and began running her fingers through his hair. His shirt was stained with sweat, but he was too tired to take it off.

"Damn . . . you're like scary good," he said. She laughed. "Like the best I've ever had times a hundred,"
Connie blushed. "Really?"

"Yeah, really. I mean, holy shit,"

"Thanks, uh . . . you were really good, too,"

They laid there, basking in the quiet for a bit until Luis said, "So uh, was this like a one time thing or are we gonna do it again?"

"Now or -?"

"No, I mean like in general,"

Connie shrugged. "I'd be into that,"

"Thought you didn't fuck guys from the team,"

"I thought that too," she laughed. "Guess I might have to change that rule,"

Luis kissed her again. "So uh, are you seeing anyone else right now? I feel like I should know –"

"Oh, uh, yeah. Connor Benson, Marco Riggins and Anthony Moore. Not so much Anthony though. Guy's a total pussy. Cums as soon as he sees my pussy,"

"Then why are you fucking him?" Luis smirked.

"I don't know," The two of them burst out laughing. Connie looked at the clock on the wall. "Oh, uh, it's 6:45. Don't you have to catch your bus?"

Luis sighed and nodded. "Yes," he pulled out of her and slid the condom off. "You got a trash can?"

She nodded, pointing underneath a desk. He tied it up and threw it out, putting his dick back in his pants and grabbing his jacket. He kissed her again. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Yeah," she nodded again, suddenly feeling exposed.

Luis closed the front door behind him. Connie got dressed quietly, wishing that Luis had said that he could catch another bus or something. She felt ashamed with herself that she had just slept with him so quickly with no explanation, but she expected that from herself at this point.