Infamous Doings

Logan

"After the break the special guests that are the talk of the hockey world, and have been for the last several weeks." The host sits behind their set desk, talking animatedly about things that really don't matter. This half priced Jimmy Fallon, has droned on and on for the last twenty minutes about the "special guests" he has invited to the show.

It's some bullshit that Frankie arranged for us to do, in light of Cayne and I's more public image. In lamest terms, it's to talk about how we have been careless about where and how intimate we are.

Since last week, we haven't been able to keep our hands off of each other. Anytime and anyplace. And it's not just a quickie here and there. It is public and hot and kinky sex.

I have never thought of myself as kinky or deviant, but somehow Cayne brings that out in me. He pushes me to limits I didn't know existed and then blows right past them. It is in all honesty, the best that I have ever and likely will ever have.

Even after returning home it hasn't slowed down. It's only been a few days, but Cayne has showed up at my apartment everyday since. Oddly enough though, he doesn't offer to go to his place. Even though it's bigger and he doesn't have upstairs neighbors that are partially deaf and yell at each other everytime they speak. I don't want to press on it however, because part of me does understand that.

Kylie is there and that is not a line that he wants to cross. I get it. She may be a little too young to understand the relationship that Cayne and I share.

Not that we are in a relationship.

It's just casual sex. That is all.

The camera's pinned on the hosts set turn down for commercial break and everyone around us goes into a flurry of running and getting things set up. Cayne and I stand side stage, observing the scene around us. The host getting his makeup touched up, the assistants running to fluff pillows and triple checking to make sure everything is perfect.

Someone from behind me comes up and begins to touch my hair without warning. I swivel instantly, hands raised ready to shove someone back. But then I noticed it was the hairdresser from earlier and I let out a sigh of relief. "Someone should put a bell on you." I laugh out a turn to let her do what she came up to me for. "I almost knocked the lights out of you." I spoke again since she didn't feel the need to respond to me.

No one here really entertains my rambling, but I guess that is just show business.

Cayne is the only one who laughs at what I said. "I would love to see that happen."

I shoot him an incredulous look. "You don't think I could?"

"I think it would be entertaining to watch." He shrugs his shoulders.

I roll my eyes and turn back to the set before us. Commercial break is almost over. "I am very scrappy, so don't go placing any bets."

The hairdresser leaves without a word, and the rest of the people fluttering about, find places to scurry off too. A camera rises, then another, and then a man starts to count down. "Live in ten seconds. Five... Three... One..." Then points to the host.

Without missing a beat he smiles. "Welcome back, and to anyone just tuning in, we have got a real treat for you." He beams like this is his greatest accomplishment to date. "The notorious couple that hard launched over a month ago, sending hockey fans into a spiral. After a rather scandalous photo of the two of them went around, they went public about their love. And now, weeks later, kicking up a storm with more photos of indecent activity." He takes a pause for dramatic effect, allowing time for Cayne to grab my hand in his.