The Coach's Son

The Day I took Axel Coors On A Real Date!

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How'd I get here?

Hiding in a dumpster with my boyfriend?

I'm gonna have to go back pretty far to explain that one.

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24 hours earlier

"DITTO?!" I shout. Axel stares at me with wide eyes. "What?" He asks. "I just said I love you for the first time and all you can say is ditto?!" I say. Axel nods sheepishly. "I'm sure we've said it before." He argues. "Yeah, through text! Never in words and especially not as boyfriends." I counter. Axel shrugs. " I retract my apology! Fight back on." I say, standing angrily and storming off.

"Jace, wait! C'mon, we just started talking again!" Axel calls after me. "Not talking to you." I say. Axel grabs my arm and turns me around. "I love you." He says. "Did you mean that?" I ask. "Now you're being immature." Axel sighs. "Okay, okay, I'm joking. Thank you." I surrender. Axel kisses me.

"What the hell are you doing?!"

We pull away from each other to see Coach standing in the parking lot, the head lights of his car shining a spotlight on Axel and I. "Oh shit." Axel says. "Should we run?" I ask. I'm actually afraid. I'm used to Coach on the ice, not on the field where I happen to be kissing his son. Coach comes rushing over, the fastest I've ever seen him move in all my years on the team.

"Axel, what the hell?! I turn my back for 5 minutes and you disappear and go off kissing my player?!" Coach shouts. Axel and I freeze. "We weren't kissing. I... Forgot my chapstick and Jace was just helping me out." Axel lies. "Ax, we've been caught." I say. "Caught?" Coach asks. I take a deep breath and look at Axel.

He grabs my hand and squeezes it. "Coach, I'm dating your son. We've been dating for a few weeks now actually." I say. Coach's frown softens and he falls silent. "Oh my God, I think we killed him. We killed my dad with our gayness." Axel says, dramatically. Coach snaps out of his trance. "No, no. I'm happy! I'm thrilled actually!" Coach says. "Really?" Axel and I ask in unison.

"Yeah! If I want my son dating any of my players I'd want it to be you Jace. I know you'll treat him right." Coach elaborates.  "Let me get this straight, you aren't mad?" Axel asks. "No, not at all, Kid." Coach says. " So we've been sneaking around for nothing?" Axel sighs. I laugh. "I guess so, Axel." I say.

"Is that why you've been all moody lately, Axel?" Coach asks. Axel huffs. "For the record, I am not 'moody', but yes." He says with an eye roll. "So where have you taken my boy so far, Jace?" Coach asks. "Umm. We haven't actually been on a date yet, Coach." I admit nervously.

Coach sighs and takes his baseball cap off. "I'm asking you this as your boyfriend's dad and not as your hockey coach, please take him out on a proper date." Coach says. Axel's body heats up and his face turns cherry red. "Dad actually stop! You are so embarrassing!" He whines. "What? I'm helping you out, Kid." Coach says.

"No, no, he's right, Babe." I say. Axel looks at me with wide eyes. "We've been going out for a few weeks. We've already had our first fight but not our first date. I think it's time." I say. Axel's facial expression goes from confused to flustered. I grab his hands and get down on one knee. "Axel Carl Coors, will you  do me the honor of letting me take you on a date?" I ask.

He smiles. "Yes!" He squeals. We hug. "I know we're having a moment but if you ever say my middle name again I swear to God I'll break up with you." Axel whispers into my ear. I pull away from him. "As if, Axel Carl." I say, with a coy smile. Coach clears his throat grabbing our attention.

"Although I'm very supportive of you boys, I don't want to see you two this close together ever again. Come on Axel, it's getting late." He says. Axel hugs me again. "Alright, I've gotta go. Text me when you get home." He says. I wave to him as him and Coach make their way to the car.