Common Goal (Rachel Reid, 2020)

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Perguntas e Respostas

A seguir, vou compilar minha opinião e respostas para algumas perguntas que vi a respeito de Common Goal (e da série Game Changers), escrito por Rachel Reid.

Destaques e Anotações

Início:

“I’m going to be thinking about that all night,” Eric Bennett confessed. “Should’ve had that one.”
His goal posts, as always, didn’t reply.

"You're coming tomorrow night, right?" Scott asked. As much as Eric did not feel like going to an engagement party for Scott and his fiancé, Kip, he forced a smile and said, "Definitely. Of course. Can't wait." Scott beamed at him. Scott had been doing a lot of smiling in the past couple of years since he'd fallen in love with Kip Grady. It had been a lonely, closeted life for Scott before he'd decided to risk it all for a chance at happiness with the man he'd met in a smoothie shop. Eric was one of the first people that Scott had come out to, and Eric didn't take that lightly. He was thrilled for Scott, even if the institution of marriage hadn't been Eric's favorite thing lately.

Aawwwnnnn

Kyle Swift glanced across the table for the millionth time that morning. He couldn't help it. These study dates with Kip were always completely unproductive for him. He spent far more time studying Kip's face than his own notes.

Ah não

Kyle had never been so disappointed by a gay bar full of hot men. He had spent a lot of time in gay bars. A lot of time in this bar in particular. The Kingfisher had been his main source of income for years, and he'd flirted with a vast array of hot men in this very room during that time. He'd gone home with a decent percentage of them. Tonight the Kingfisher was celebrating the engagement of two gay men, yet was packed with straight dudes. Hockey players, mostly. Extremely attractive hockey players. And their wives. Water, water everywhere...

Aahhhh (que vergonha me dar conta só agora que) é o mesmo Kyle do primeiro livro

Kyle let his eyes roam the room. Ooh. Eric Bennett. The Admirals' star goaltender was leaning against the bar, seemingly taking in the party. Kyle didn't really know him, but he'd seen him in here before with Scott and Kip and he was kind of exactly Kyle's type. Or, rather, he was exactly the type of man Kyle wouldn't allow himself to fall for anymore. But it didn't hurt to look. Kyle had always loved Eric's dark, curly hair and well-groomed stubble, both of which were flecked with gray. He was tall and lean and always seemed so mature and elegant compared to the other Admirals players.

Por que ele tinha uma queda no Kip então?

Eric's gaze found Kyle again, his tray now heaving under the weight of empty beer bottles and pint glasses. Eric could see the bulge of his bicep straining the fabric of his white T-shirt. He had an athletic figure—not jacked like the other bartender, but slim and toned. Eric wondered if he played any sports, or if he just worked out a lot.

Todo mundo é gostoso, claro.

The truth was, he'd been... aware of Kyle for some time. Eric had gone to the Kingfisher a handful of times over the past couple of years. He'd go if Kip was working, ostensibly keeping Scott company but in reality just sitting there while Scott watched his boyfriend serve people drinks. The second time he'd agreed to go, Kyle had been working with Kip, and Eric had been drawn to him for reasons he still couldn't explain. Well. He could at least partially explain it. Certainly it had something to do with Kyle's winter-blue eyes, and his easy, seductive smiles. He seemed confident and fun in a completely different way from Eric's teammates. It was alluring. Eric noticed people. He always had. His ability to observe everything and everyone around him was an integral part of his goaltending career. Despite this, he wasn't often attracted to other people. But he was definitely attracted to Kyle.

Não gosto dessa coisa de serem interesses em potencial desde o início, tem sido assim em basicamente todos os livros. Poderia ter uma história de gente se apaixona por alguém que já conhecia antes.

There was a time when the fact that the bartender in question was a man would have terrified Eric. For most of his life, he had chosen to ignore the part of him that was attracted to men. He'd been married to Holly, after all, so there'd been no reason to think about it. That was what he had told himself. But since Scott Hunter had come out as gay, things had changed. Eric was lucky enough to have had a front-row seat to witness Scott's happiness as he finally allowed himself to live and love the way he'd always been afraid to. He wasn't like Scott. He had loved Holly once, and he'd never been forced to hide who he really was. Not in the same way. He'd just chosen not to reveal all of himself, because he'd never needed to.

Sempre volta ao Scott Hunter, Madonna inspiradora

"You just exactly described Kip." "Yeah, but—" Kyle wasn't sure how to elegantly finish that sentence, so instead he sputtered out some nonsense. "Kip was a crush first. Like, I saw him one night at the Kingfisher with his friends and I was smitten. We flirted a bit, and I really thought I'd be taking him home that night. But then he left. The next time he came back, you were there. I think it was his birthday." "Oh yeah. I was super drunk that night." "You all were. And once again, I thought I'd be leaving with him at the end of the night. Turns out, of course, he was secretly dating Scott at the time."

Meio fã service as memórias do primeiro livro

As he headed downstairs to his kitchen, his thoughts involuntarily turned to Kyle. He was sure that Kyle flirted with lots of men—it was practically his job to do so—but Eric couldn't help the fact that Kyle had captured the seldom-used lurid part of his imagination.

Afff que tosco, já assim

It was absurd. Kyle was young and, flirting aside, probably had no real interest in an old man like him. In fact, Eric was very sure that Kyle was hopelessly in love with Kip, based on the way he'd gazed longingly at Kip at the party. Scott and Kip's happiness seemed to pierce Kyle like a blade. If Kip was Kyle's type, then Eric definitely had no chance.

Isso que a gay tava flertando infinito com ele

Practice was all he needed, he decided as he jogged up the two flights of stairs to his bedroom. It was something that he understood, as an athlete. Practicing something over and over would eventually yield results. He could improve his ability to flirt the same way he had improved his rebound control on the ice. He would practice flirting, practice dating, practice being intimate with another person. With a man. Maybe. But first, flirting.

O que eu não gosto desses dois últimos livros é que o interesse amoroso parece já existir ou existir muito rápido. Em Heated Rivalry é legal porque são adolescentes no início e você acompanha o desenvolvimento do interesse deles desde o início. Com adultos é muito difícil acreditar nesses pensamentos tão antecipados.

If Ilya Rozanov didn't get his ass out of Eric's face right fucking now, Eric was going to chop his legs off. Eric pushed him hard in the back with his blocker pad. "Fuck off, Rozanov." But Rozanov—an all-star center who had been a thorn in the side of Eric and every other NHL goaltender for nearly a decade—held his ground.

Ai essas refs

"So, um..." The unease in Scott's voice got Eric's attention. "I think someone else might be joining us tonight." "Oh? Who?" "Rozanov. He texted me after the game. Asked what I was doing tonight, and I told him." Eric was stunned. "Ilya Rozanov wants to hang out with you tonight? At a gay bar?" Scott shrugged. "Apparently." "That guy is so weird."

Ah não

The Kingfisher was, as always, warm and lively, despite being noticeably rough around the edges. Most of the chairs and tables had patches where the wood stain had worn off. The wallpaper was torn and peeling in places. The speakers in the corners that pumped pop music into the bar were in desperate need of dusting. The large television in one corner showing a West Coast NBA game was an older model. It was a bit of a dump, but there was something comforting and inviting about the place.

O Kingfisher agora super popular entre os NHL

Eric couldn't help but wonder, as he stood alone in the gallery, what Kyle would have thought of the paintings. He barely knew the man, and had never much cared about getting a second opinion on the art he'd purchased in the past, but he found himself wishing Kyle were here now. Would Kyle have gasped when the painting had been revealed? Would he be standing close enough to Eric that their arms might accidentally brush together? Would he say something flirty and playful that would make Eric's blood fizz?

Não me sinto convencido por esse amor

Kyle really had no idea what he was doing at this party, but the stolen time alone with Eric in the kitchen was... nice. He'd felt sort of warm and buzzy since they'd joined the party in the basement, even though Eric had been pulled away from him immediately by a couple of women, who were probably wives or girlfriends of his teammates.

Me irrita que é tudo tão perfeito entre as diferenças de classes

Carter was dating a very famous actress, Gloria Grey. She wasn't here tonight, but she'd come to the Kingfisher a few times and she was super cool. "Where is she tonight?" Kyle asked. "Atlanta. She's filming an action movie with Rose Landry where Gloria is an assassin and Rose is the special agent trying to stop her. Then they end up working together."

Boring o fan service

"Fuck you, Tommy." Tommy. Right. Kip and Scott were clearly lost in each other's eyes at the moment, so Kyle turned his attention to Tommy. "I don't think we've met. I'm Kyle." He held out his hand, and Tommy shook it. "Tommy. Andersson." "Right! You're the other goalie. Sorry I didn't recognize you." Tommy smiled. He was really goddamned handsome. He looked like a Skarsgaard. "Don't worry about it." There was nothing flirtatious about the way Tommy spoke to or looked at Kyle, but it occurred to Kyle that it was pretty cool that this probably-straight hockey player was calmly sharing a sectional sofa with three gay men. Like, he shouldn't get a trophy for it or anything, but from what Kyle knew about team sports, especially hockey, it wasn't an insignificant gesture. He wondered how big an impact Scott had made on the way his teammates viewed queer people.

Aaaaaaa la, vai ser antagonista no gelo e no amor

"Like, would that have been so hard? Men. Honestly." She sighed. "I'm going to die alone." "You're not. You're going to die during a threesome with Oscar Isaac and Michael B. Jordan." "That's really nice of you to say."

quero morrer assim

"Oh, hey guys," Kip said. "We have to head out." "Early morning tomorrow," Scott said apologetically. "Right," Eric said. His calm voice didn't suggest that he'd almost been caught kissing Kyle, so maybe Kyle had been imagining things. "I remember. Thank you for coming. Let me get your coats."

Nossa que festa horrível, tem ninguém la?

He wasn't sure if Kyle was doing it on purpose, or if he didn't know enough people at the party, but almost every time Eric spotted him, he was standing alone. Sometimes he would be admiring a piece of art, sometimes just watching the party. A couple of times he'd had his phone out. Eric had been unable to resist checking in on him every time. The guests were finally starting to clear out, and Eric thought maybe Kyle had left while he'd been upstairs, but when Eric returned to the basement he found him collecting empty beer bottles. "You don't have to do that," Eric said.

Afff

"Anyway. I need to get over it. I mean, I am getting over it." "I'm sorry." Kyle laughed without any humor. "You know what the most ridiculous part is? Kip was supposed to be the end of me having crushes on inappropriate men. He was supposed to be a good choice." "Inappropriate men?"

Nossa gente que conversa horrível

"Fuuuuck. And these pillows," Kyle continued, oblivious to the alarming spike in Eric's arousal. "I am so fucking horny for this bed." Oh, come on, universe. Not fair.

Gente como isso é ridículo

Kyle promised himself to stop being flirty with poor Eric. It wasn't doing either of them any good.

Eric ja deveria ter perdido interesse

Kyle forced himself to stay still, to let Eric explore his lips with careful, tentative brushes that sent sparks shooting throughout Kyle's body. He pulled back, just to make sure Eric was okay with this. Eric helplessly chased his mouth, which made Kyle laugh and kiss him properly. He placed a gentle hand on the side of Eric's face, caressing his soft beard, and parted his lips, inviting Eric in. When the tips of their tongues touched, Kyle groaned and opened for him, needing more. He was charmed by how innocent this kiss was, but he was dying for Eric to truly take him. This time Eric broke the kiss, pulling back enough to look at him with wide eyes and mouth hanging open, as if he was surprised to see Kyle there. Kyle was ready to make a joke to relieve the tension and let Eric know this didn't have to be a big deal, but before he could say a word, Eric was on him again.

Primeiro beijo

That small change—the sudden feeling of being trapped between the stainless steel and Kyle's firm, warm body—flipped a switch inside him. He had a very rare lapse of control, kissing Kyle wildly, desperately trying to pull him even closer. When had he last been this turned on? Had he ever been? "Let's go upstairs," Kyle murmured against his lips. As turned on as he was, Eric still couldn't help glancing around the kitchen. He knew he'd get teased for this, but he had to say it. "Okay. But first, do you mind if I clean up?" Kyle stepped back, grinning. "It would kill you to leave this mess here, wouldn't it?" Eric picked up the skillet and stepped around him. "I wouldn't be able to focus. No joke." "I believe you." There was no judgment in Kyle's tone.

Misericórdia

Kyle slid down Eric's body and took his cock deep into his mouth. "Ah! Fuck." It was the loudest sound Kyle had ever heard Eric make. If he hadn't had his mouth full, he would have smiled about it. Kyle was in love with Eric's cock. It was the thickest one Kyle had ever seen in person, and it was decently long as well. Kyle usually preferred to top, but damn, he wanted to know what that monster cock would feel like inside him. He relaxed his throat, taking Eric as deep as he could. He wanted this one to be quick, so he was relentless, sucking hard and swallowing around the head.

Todo mundo tem pauzão

"Are you going to eat?" Eric asked before taking a second bite. Kyle snapped out of it and reached into his own paper bag. He was, in fact, starving, but he was apprehensive about digging into his lunch in front of Eric. It seemed rude to cram his mouth full of beef in front of a vegetarian.

Ridículo

"So people should only date people their own age?" Eric grimaced, then said, "I think it depends on the situation. But maybe, most of the time, yes. It's probably best." Kyle turned his gaze to the ground. He already knew how Eric felt about dating a younger man, so it shouldn't sting this much to hear it now. Kyle was feeling a lot of things at once, and he preferred to feel nothing at all. It was safer.

Esses pensamentos conflitantes deles são muito ruins

"Get the lube," Kyle said. "Gonna get myself ready to take that thick cock of yours." Eric kissed him one more time before rolling off him and opening the nightstand drawer. Kyle took the lube from him and got on his knees on the mattress. He reached behind himself and got to work massaging and then stretching and opening his hole. As rarely as he bottomed these days, Kyle loved playing with his hole. He had an array of dildos and plugs in his bedroom and he was very well acquainted with all of them. He wished he had one now. He could show Eric how well he could take one. Eric seemed to be enjoying the show as it was. He watched Kyle with naked desire on his face, and possibly a bit of curiosity. "Turn around," he said roughly. "Let me see." Fuck. It was hot as hell when Eric was so overcome with lust that he forgot to be reserved and shy about sex.

Agora vai ficar mandão

Eric did as he was told immediately. He rested his forehead on the mattress between his forearms, his hands still linked together above his head, as if he was positioning himself in child's pose. He lifted his ass in the air, shivering at how exposed and vulnerable he felt. "Your ass is a fucking masterpiece, Eric," Kyle said. He smoothed a palm over one cheek, then pressed his lips there. "And these thighs. Fuck."

Olha yoga no sexo

Without realizing what he was doing, he bucked back against Kyle's finger, wanting him deeper. The increased stretch burned, and Kyle swatted Eric's ass lightly with his other hand. "Patience," he chided. "Just breathe and relax for me." "Just like yoga." "Exactly. Yoga where you get to come like a fountain at the end."

Yoga kkk

Eric had been second-guessing his decision to spend the day hiking with Kyle right up until the moment he'd spotted Kyle waiting for him on the sidewalk outside his building. Eric knew it had been irresponsible of him to agree to this outing; he was either leading Kyle on, or letting his own heart be misled. Either way, it was only going to further complicate the way he felt about Kyle. But the way Kyle smiled as Eric pulled the car up in front of him, excitement all over his face, made him not particularly care about bad decisions.

Cheeeeeega desses pensamentos

He's not for you, Eric had reminded himself. Not like that.

Pqp

It had been nice, but Eric hadn't been in a celebratory mood for a long time. Not since Kyle had slammed that car door in his face. It had been two months since that day they'd gone hiking. Two months since he'd seen Kyle, or spoken to him. He'd thought about texting. He'd thought about just showing up at the Kingfisher. He thought about Kyle every single day. But Eric had had the playoffs to focus on, and he still believed that he'd done Kyle a favor by separating himself from him. Being away from him hurt like he'd broken every bone in his body, but it was for the best. Just like a broken bone, this would heal in time.

Imagina o kyle se mata

"I want to go to Greece with you," Eric blurted out. "You do?" "Yes. Soon. When can you go?" "I—" "And I was thinking... do you think Gus would sell this place? To me, I mean? And maybe to Scott too. I don't know. I haven't talked to him about it. But I think he'd love to co-own it with me, and you could be the manager and—"

Claro

"Hey," Eric whispered. "Maria is dancing with Matti." Kyle whipped his head around in a completely nonsubtle way. He quickly spotted Matti, since he was the tallest one in the room, and sure enough, Maria had her arms stretched all the way out to circle his neck. They were gazing at each other and smiling, and Kyle really hoped tonight would be the night they hooked up because it had become increasingly clear that Matti was into her.

Claro que ta