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⚤ - CONTAINS SMUT
There were only thirty minutes left in the game and tension was high in the crowded arena. The NY Rangers were down by only one point and needed just that to beat the LA Kings. You weren’t really rooting for either team, hockey wasn’t your thing, but you wore Ethan’s Rangers jersey with pride as you fisted your hand into the bucket of popcorn on your lap. Ethan cheered and cried next to you, gripping Grayson’s jersey tight whenever the Rangers were close to scoring a goal. His jaw was clenched, muscles tense, as he kept his eyes fixated on the game. He hadn’t paid much attention to you since you had left the hotel room and you tried your best to swallow down your disappointment. You thought of all things you could be doing in New York instead of sitting at some dumb hockey game but you tried your best to remain enthusiastic for Ethan’s sake. He rarely got enough free time between filming videos, editing, meetings, interview – everything. Not to mention he had been more stressed than usual and a little on edge so you figured a simple hockey game wasn’t too much to ask if it would make him happy.