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baseball game and sucked off his whole team for all Paul cared.
Except maybe they should have used a condom.
Little late to think of that.
Trevor cleared his throat ineffectively. “I’d like to do that again.”
Paul shook his head. “No, thank you. We have way too much history between us for me to want to do that.”
“You just did. You enjoyed it too.” Trevor ran fingers down Paul’s arm, but dropped his hand when Paul didn’t respond. “I want to try again with you. I ended our relationship prematurely, and I know we had something real.”
“Ha!” Paul snorted for good measure. “Relationship? I don’t really think what we had counts, Trev.” He didn’t mention Trevor telling him he’d never really been his boyfriend. He didn’t even want to admit he remembered that.
“It counted for a lot with me.” Trevor tangled their fingers together.
Holding hands? They were holding hands, now? “You’re serious,” Paul said in surprise. “You saw me today for the first time in nine years, and suddenly you want some kind of relationship?” He stared at where Trevor hung on to him, not quite getting it, then narrowed his eyes at their fingers. “Is this some kind of desperate attempt to hold on to your youth now that you’ve lost your raison d’être? And your hair?”
Trevor sighed, but didn’t say anything right away. “Would you believe me if I told you I’ve been trying to find a way to approach you for a while now?”
“No.”
“I have.”
Paul pointed a finger in Trevor’s face, nearly touching his nose. “If you tell me you left Major League Baseball to be with m—”
“I left because my career was going nowhere and I wanted to come out.”
Paul blinked, then got back on track. “And you couldn’t be out and play?”
“It didn’t seem worth it. Only the big stars would get any support from management.”
Paul untangled his hand from Trevor’s and took a step back, finally pulling up his shorts, paying careful attention to redoing his fly while he spoke. “So let me see if I have this right. You were unhappy playing Major League Baseball because you weren’t a star, and you felt like you were living a big fat straight lie. So you left a job that paid a couple hundred grand a year and went looking for your old high school boyfriend. When you found he was a graduate student at a small college in Oregon, you somehow arranged for the head coach of the girl’s softball team to fall in love with her star pitcher and for them to run off together at the end of the season to a lesbian love nest in Cabo. Then you stepped in and took the job.”
“I always knew where you were and what you were doing. I knew about the few years you took off school to work in that archaeological non-profit, and when you started at Calapooya. The Athletic Department here has had my resume since I left baseball.”
Paul groaned and fell back against the wall, sliding down to sit, resting his elbows on his knees. He felt rather than saw Trevor sit next to him.
“I’ve been with other guys—”
“As you ably demonstrated,” Paul snapped. Dammitall, there he went sounding like he cared again.
Trevor sighed. “I had a boyfriend for a year. We ended up living together—I don’t know how—and everyone with the team thought he was my roommate.”
“Do I need to know about your sordid past?” Paul moaned, bringing his clasped hands up to bury his forehead in them.
“Shhh,” Trevor said. “I’m telling you something.”
Paul rolled his eyes at the floor but shut up. It was the fastest way to get through this.
“About two years ago, I was on a road trip for a while, and when I came home, half the stuff in my place was gone and so was Xavier.”
“Xavier was the boyfriend?” Paul asked, then wondered why he bothered.
“Xavier was the boyfriend,” Trevor agreed. “Most of the stuff he took was mine, but he was nice enough to leave a note. It said a bunch of shit, but at the end he wrote that he was leaving