Page 166 of Top Shelf
Camden flips him the finger, and Reid lifts the tablet. “Can we get back to the part where I’m attempting to make you a better goalie?”
“I guess…”
“You guess?”
Camden’s phone buzzes again, and Chase makes a delighted noise.
Reid sighs. “Answer whatever you need to answer, then let’s finish this.”
“It’s… complicated.”
Chase leans forward, forearms on his knees. “How?”
Camden blows out a breath, picking up his phone. Whatever is on the screen makes him rub the back of his neck. I finish unlacing one skate and move to the other. Chase is not going to let this go, and everybody in the locker room knows it—including Camden.
“She asked me for a picture,” Camden finally admits.
Jake shrugs. “So send her a picture.”
Camden looks at him with a brow raised, and Jake stops.
“Oh.”
Chase’s entire face changes. “Ohhhhh.”
Logan puts down the roll of tape in his hand and chuckles under his breath, while Reid closes his eyes.
“Wait.” Eli looks between them. “She asked for a dick pic?”
Camden drops his head back against the stall. “Yeah.”
The room comes alive. Chase looks like Christmas has arrived early, and Jake abandons his shirt altogether. Logan sets his stick across his thighs, and even Eli turns properly toward the rookie goalie. Reid remains silent, already looking tired.
“Well?” Chase asks.
“Well what?”
“Are you gonna send one?”
Camden hesitates. “I mean, yeah. I want to.”
Eli lifts a hand. “Important distinction before this turns into whatever the fuck it’s about to turn into. Requested dick pics? Great. Everybody’s consenting, everybody’s comfortable, have a lovely evening. Unsolicited dick pics?”
“Fucking grim,” Logan says.
“Correct.”
Jake nods. “Nobody wants to open their phone at lunch and get ambushed by a penis.”
Chase points between them, nodding. “Consent first. Cocktography second.”
Reid presses his fingers to the bridge of his nose and looks up at the ceiling.
Eli’s eyes bore into Camden’s, refusing to let it go. “So did she actually ask?”
“Yes.”
“Explicitly?”
