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Nosedive cursed as he pulled himself up to his knees on off of the ice.
~Damn human hockey players.... ref didn't even SEE it! And we LOST!! ...at least the game's over...~
Duke L'Orange skidded to a stop, his knee stopping micrometers from Nosedive's beak. Startled, the younger duck flopped backwards onto the ice. He glared up at the grey drake standing over him, then reluctantly accepted the gloved hand being offered. He resisted the urge to pull Duke down onto the ice to join him, and thus remove that damn smirk from his beak.
"Yeah. Thanks. Alot." He sounded less than sincere.
Duke grinned wider. "Anytime, kid."
Nosedive snapped up his hockey stick with one hand and ripped off his helmet with the other. "What is your problem, Duke?? I mean, how can you stand there grinning like a moron when WE LOST? ....AND I'M. NOT. A. KID!!!" He took off towards the locker room without another word.
Duke L'Orange stared after his friend for a long moment.
Dive was right, really. He wasn't a kid anymore. In the last year alone, Nosedive had gone from being an awkward teenager to a full-grown drake. And a good-looking one at that. Duke could practically see the muscles working underneath the former kid's pads. A very good-looking drake.
Duke started as the images in his mind started to go too far. Shaking his head as if to clear it, he followed Nosedive towards the locker room. The images would not be so easily forgotten, however. They quickly came back -- with a vengeance. Each was more vivid, more daring than the last.
Duke was so blown away by the taboo nature of his own thoughts that he tripped entering the locker room and fell flat on his face. He got up quickly, knowing that everyone in the room had no doubt seen that less-than-graceful display, and made a more concious effort to control his thoughts. Then he looked up...
...And saw Nosedive stripping off his uniform shirt and pads. Duke's self-control went down the drain in a heartbeat...
"HeloOoOoOoo, DuUuUuke..... Anybody HoOoOoOome?"
A pale-feathered hand was waving at him. Duke suddenly realized he'd been staring. "Oh, it's nothin' kid. Just thinkin'. Excuse me."
Duke slipped around Nosedive and headed towards the elevator door. He decided that it would be wiser to change in the privacy of his own bedroom. He didn't like what the site of a shirtless Dive was doing to his nether regions, and he much preferred to keep it to himself. He was relieved that he was still wearing his full uniform -- it was amazing what it kept hidden.
The former thief all but jumped into the lift, and the moment the doors were closed, he collapsed against the back wall. Swallowing hard, he tried to make sense of what had just happened.
~What the HELL is wrong with me?!? I'm NOT GAY!!! .....am I? NO! No, no-NO-NO, FUCK NO!! I'm straight, I'm a womanizer, not a ...a ....Oh, fuck....~
As soon as the doors were open, he made a mad dash for his room. He needed a cold shower.
And a stiff drink.
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