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Cody doesn’t give me time to recover my senses. He gets up and leaves.

What a dick. The least he could do is stay and talk for a few minutes. We’ve just exchanged blowjobs, after all. I’m not expecting him to cuddle, but at the very least we could try to resolve our differences. Now seems an appropriate time.

Apparently, Cody disagrees.

Anger and resentment well up within me. What the fuck is he playing at? It’s one thing messing with me with words, but this is more than that. Who just gives a blowjob and then walks away as if nothing happens?

It’s not as if we’re strangers in a bar who can afford to just walk away like nothing happened. We work together. This could have been a real chance to start things over between us, but now Cody has made sure that’s not going to happen.

I shower quicky and go to the changing room, to find Cody already gone. Good riddance. I don’t want to talk to him anyway.

If I thought what we shared would mark a change in Cody’s attitude, I was dead wrong. The next day, he goes back to treating me like shit and pretending like the blowjobs never happened.

This time, I’m not able to be as mature about it as I was before. I find myself sniping back at Cody, and more than once, Brandon has to break up arguments between us over stupid things. I know we’re both being immature, but if he’d just stop, I’d stop as well.

This goes on for well over a week and shows no sign of improving as our next game comes up.

The day before the game, Brandon sits Cody and me down in his office.

“Look, guys. It’s been weeks, and things are only getting worse between you. I don’t know what’s up, and I get that you don’t want to tell me, but we’re playing tomorrow and you’re going to need to work this out before then. I’m going to leave, and I don’t want either of you to exit this office until you’ve cleared the air between you.”

“But Brandon—”

“No buts, Luke. This isn’t negotiable.”

Brandon gets up and leaves, closing the door slightly harder than strictly necessary behind him.

I round on Cody. “Well? Are you finally going to tell me what your problem is with me?”

“I already said,” Cody mutters, not meeting my furious gaze. “I just don’t like you. Not everyone has to like everyone else, you know.”

“If you dislike me so much then why did you let me blow you? More to the point, why did you return the favor?”

Cody blushes but doesn’t say anything. He simply glares at the floor.

“Seriously? You don’t have anything to say?”

“My personal stuff is none of your business?”

“You’re really going with that? You’ve MADE it my business! Why do you have to be so infuriating?”

“Why do you have to be so—”

Cody cuts himself off abruptly.

“So what? What, Cody?”

“Whatever. I’m out of here.”

“Brandon will—”

“I’ll deal with Brandon. Don’t worry, I’ll tell him you did your duty, trying to make things right with me.” Cody’s tone softens slightly. “It’s not your fault, it’s mine.”

On that note, he turns and walks out, leaving me slightly taken aback. If he’s willing to admit that he’s the one at fault here, surely he should be willing to change his behavior? Apparently he isn’t, because when I stick my head out of the office door, Cody is already gone.

Well, he’s just going to have to explain himself to Brandon. Like he said, I tried. He threw my attempts back in my face.

Thankfully, Brandon doesn’t try to force another reconciliation between us before the game.

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