Page 87 of Breaking Free

“You, too.”

Once he’s gone, and we’re able to move through the line and grab our lunch, I take a glance at Trevor. “You handled that well.”

“He’s an old friend. Well, acquaintance really. We used to have a couple classes together last year. And he’s the brother of a girl I may or may not have made out with a few times.”

“Ah. I see.” I pause. “Kinda want to push you against a wall and shove my tongue down your throat and my hand down your pants.”

Trevor laughs. “Why’s that?”

“Because you said you were into me.”

“But you know that already.”

“But you told someone else.”

He grabs my waist and kisses my cheek. “I’ll tell more people if it makes you want to do things to me.”

I bite my lip. “Well, that’s nothing new.”

“Let’s go eat, and maybe we can feel each other up in a bathroom before our next class.”

* * *

We don’t getto feel each other up, unfortunately. But the rest of the day moves quickly, and before I know it I’m in the locker room, waiting for Trevor to show up.

Since some of the guys were with us for Trevor’s birthday, I know they’re aware of Trev’s sexuality and our relationship, and maybe they’ve already told some of the others, but so far, nobody’s said anything.

I’m already changed when Trev rushes in, ripping his shirt off. “Got caught up after class talking to my professor,” he says as he quickly strips down and puts his practice gear on.

I wait behind with him even as everyone else heads to the field. “Do you think the rest of the team know yet?”

“Probably some. Guys gossip just as much as girls.”

“You cool with that, though?”

“I’m not going back in the closet, Dom.”

“Okay,” I say with a light chuckle.

As soon as he’s ready, we jog out and catch up with the team. Luckily a couple other people are running late too, so it doesn’t look like we were just fooling around in the locker room.

Once practice is done and we’re all back inside, Trevor looks me up and down. “Wanna go home and shower with me?” His cheeks redden and I reach out to caress one with my knuckle.

My smile grows, and I bite my lip, thinking of all the things I can do to him in a shower. I can’t get enough of this guy. “I have about two and a half hours before I have to be at work.”

“So, yes?”

“Fuck yes.”

He kisses me quickly before we start changing. A couple guys walking by saw our brief moment of intimacy.

“Uh. What?”

When Trevor and I turn around, we simply just look at them and wait to see what they’re gonna say. Trevor shouldn’t have to come out to every person he comes across. If they see us kissing or holding hands, then you can assume we’re pretty gay and together, and that should be enough.

One of the guys—Lucas, just shrugs and says, “Okay, then.”

“They’ll get used to it,” I tell him.

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