Chapter 117 117: The Last Wild Night
"Saint, are you listening to me?" Nickel slammed his hand on the locker beside Saint.
"Huh? Yes... you were saying something about next week—"
"What the hell do you mean next week? Call it what it is: the championship!" Nickel almost pulled his hair out from frustration.
"Ah... yeah... that..." Saint murmured, his eyes once again traveling to his ultimate distraction.
Baby.
Baby was shirtless; well, not just him, a few other guys were shirtless as well.
But him? He had Saint malfunctioning like a 90's machine.
He had his red towel casually placed over his shoulder, his arms folded, showing his effortless biceps.
And that lean waist?
Saint might as well let the saliva drool out from his mouth.
"Saint Kross!" Nickel roared, casting the white locker room into sudden silence.
Everyone turned to them, their eyes questioning.
Saint blinked rapidly, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.
"I heard you, coach. The championship is next week. Roger that." He cleared his throat, pushing his hands into his pockets.
At the other side, Baby narrowed his eyes at Saint and sighed.
He pulled his shirt from his locker and put it on.
Saint had been a hopeless cause for the past weeks.
Acting all very clingy and desperate... not that he was complaining. But the championship was close, and if Saint couldn't get a grip, they were doomed to fail on the ice...
"Get your act together, Kross. It doesn't matter if it's one second to the game, Sloane will throw you out if you give her a reason to," Nickel warned.
"Everyone, on the fucking ice!" Nickel barked, storming out of the locker room.
"Let's go!" Rode gingered, high-fiving Wong and Ricky.
Baby stayed back, like he'd done for the past week.
He had to do it; if not, Saint would be useless on the ice... tried and true.
"You coming?" Cam asked Baby as they walked toward the door.
"Yeah, I'll just find my stick," Baby replied.
"Just hurry," Cam said and moved out with the boys.
Saint saw that everyone was out and moved toward Baby, a smile on his face.
"You stayed," he wrapped his arms around Baby's waist without wasting time.
"I always stay," Baby murmured, cupping Saint's face.
"I love you," Saint whispered and kissed Baby's cheek.
"I love you," He kissed Baby's forehead.
"I love you," He cupped the back of Baby's head and kissed him slowly.
Baby's head fell back to give Saint better access, opening his mouth to let Saint in.
"No," Baby caught Saint's hands that were moving down his legs.
"Okay..." Saint murmured and kissed the side of Baby's lips, "After?" He asked slowly.
Baby chuckled, "Always after. Do you even need to ask? Come on." He said, tugging Saint behind him as he walked toward the door.
"I love you—"
"Saint," Baby paused and glared at Saint, "We're outside." He whisper-yelled.
Saint sighed, "Sorry. I just want to be able to—"
"I get it, I get it... Shh. Me too," Baby placed a finger on his lips.
Saint smiled, "Soon, everyone will know the most important person in my life." He said, walking toward the rink now.
"Geez, I wonder who that is," Baby smirked.
"It's a surprise," Saint winked at him.
Together, they skated onto the ice, facing their opponents as two perfect Captains.
After the match, the usual reporters were waiting for them to get insights like they've done the past weeks.
"Mr. Kross, Mr. Danvers, it's just a few days to the finals; how do you think it's going to be?" One of the reporters asked, moving his microphone closer to them.
"How it always goes..." Baby smirked, pushing his blonde hair out of his face, "Victorious." He winked.
"Don't fail to capture our victory, guys. Be there," Saint added in a cool way. "If you'd excuse us, we'd like to get out of these sweaty clothes," He said and turned away, subtly guiding Baby away from the cameras.
"Mr. Kross, Mr. Danvers—"
"You heard the boys, they need to rest; now, shoo off my rink," Nickel blocked the reporters' path, folding his arms and pinning them with a stern look.
Ahead, Baby snickered beside Saint, enjoying Nickel's protectiveness.
"Hey, guys, party at my place tonight?" Wong asked as the Captains entered the locker room.
"Always you with the parties, Wong," Ricky teased.
"Keeps the bore away. Coming, Captains?" Wong glanced at them.
"No, we can't—"
"Sure, we'll be there," Baby interrupted Saint.
"We would?" Saint asked quietly.
Baby nodded, "Didn't you hear him? Keeps the bore away." He smiled.
Saint didn't.
"I never said I was bored," Saint said and walked over to his locker.
"Awesome, see you two tonight. And you all," Wong spanked Ricky before running out of the locker room.
"Hey, don't do that!" Ricky shouted.
"See you tonight, Baby," Rode said, walking away with his backpack.
"Yeah, see you," Ricky followed.
"Yeah," Baby nodded at them, waiting patiently for them to leave.
"You never told me my presence bores you now," Saint said, slamming his locker hard.
Baby rolled his eyes, "You really need to stop being a child—"
"Ah, now I'm being a child, too," Saint chuckled dryly.
Baby sighed in exasperation, "Come on, man. I am going to this party 'with' you! It's not like I'm sneaking behind your back to go be with someone else—"
"Nah, I get it now. I think I've obsessed over you a lot that it's become suffocating for you. I apologize for that. Go to the party, meet new people. I'll be waiting for you to remember the obsessive man you abandoned at home," Saint muttered and walked to the door.
"Babe, come on," Baby caught his hand, "Don't be like this. Those were not what... I'm sorry." He sighed, hugging Saint from behind.
"It's just, I'm a bit stressed with all the intense training and the upcoming championship. Plus, us coming out to everyone on that big day, it's draining me, baby. I just wanted us to let loose tonight. Leave the apartment and be with friends..." He pressed his forehead on Saint's back.
"Don't you realize we'll be leaving here in a few days? Our friends might move to other parts of the world. Let's make memories with other people, too. Not just us," Baby murmured.
"Then, go have fun," Saint said and stepped out of Baby's arms.
Baby groaned dramatically and followed Saint.
He hated it when Saint got that manipulative; it always took him giving in to appease him.
Saint walked over to the door and pulled it open for Cam.
"Right on time," Saint said flatly, turning away from Cam to look at Baby who was already dressed and standing behind a couch.
"You're not going? This is like the last wild night before things get serious for us," Cam asked, blinking at Saint.
Saint simply shrugged and walked over to lower himself on the couch Baby was sitting on.
"Cam, thank god you're here. Help me out; I've been pleading since morning," Baby breathed tiredly, staring at Saint.
Cam frowned, "Wait... you guys fighting?" He asked.
"What? Of course not. Just... a difference of opinion—"
"Tell me, Cam. Say you have a boyfriend—"
"Girlfriend," Cam corrected Saint.
Saint didn't react, simply continued, "Say you have someone special in your life. And you're on some difficult journey, career and romance-wise, that you don't know how it's going to end. What would you do when your special someone asks you to spend your last free time with him?" He questioned.
Cam blinked slowly, scratching the back of his head; he hated being the mediator between these two because each party was always right. It was hard to choose.
"Um—"
"Would you rather spend the night with loud music and drunk people, or me, that is... your special someone?" Saint interrupted, turning his head to the side to glance at Baby from the side of his eye.
Baby sighed, "You're not being fair. You're making it seem as if your partner is some unfeeling jerk." He walked around to stand beside Cam.
"I asked him to come with me so we can make our last memories with our friends. We've been together for a year; we've spent every night together for almost a year. And I know we're spending the rest of our lives together—"
"Is this a confession or a—"
"I'm not done, Cameron," Baby snapped his head to his friend.
"Sorry, carry on," Cam whispered, raising his hands in surrender.
"All I'm saying is, let's go party, baby. We are forever; our friends? Not so sure. Life can happen: career, circumstances... death?" He breathed slowly.
"Now, this is getting sad," Cam murmured.
"I get you, Baby. You can go; I'm not feeling really party-strong. Come home early. I miss you," Saint said and lifted his legs onto the couch, closing his eyes as he rested his head on the arm of the couch.
Baby smiled, "I love you, Saint. I respect you, too. But I guess that if we're going to be together forever, we have to accept the little disagreements between us." He slowly walked over to Saint.
He placed his hands on each side of Saint's head on the armrest, leaning his head down. "You want to stay home? Do that, baby." He pressed a soft kiss on Saint's lips and straightened.
"See you later, darling," Baby waved as he pulled Cam toward the door.
Cam glanced back and wished he hadn't.
Saint was glaring at him as if he was the reason his boyfriend was leaving him.
"The night is young!" Baby chuckled as he slammed the door, winking at Saint.