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“And this,” I said with a light thrust, grinding my cock against his, “is frotting” I grinned. The only thing from really stopping uswas my hockey sweats, which I was already planning to get rid of.

Alex’s head fell back, panting, desperately searching for air as he tried to keep up with me. I kissed his neck, licking the thick line of his collarbone, his hands tightening on my back as he moaned.

“Damn, I gotta say thank you to Lance. If you guys hadn’t faked it, I would never have had the chance to fuck this sweet ass.”

A thought struck me, and I pushed off the lockers, looking at him wide-eyed. “Have you ever been sucked off in the locker rooms?”

Alex gasped and I melted, because it was totally obvious I was about to tick off another first.

He blushed an even deeper shade of red. “Brad, no.”

“Brad, yes.” I burst out laughing, burying my nose under his ear and biting his lobe.

He instantly squirmed, so obviously I did it again.

“Hey, man, you signed up for this. You better get used to it.”

I gently bit his neck and he totally softened for me.

“We can’t, Brad. What if someone—”

“Too late,” I said, dropping to my knees, loving how hard his cock already was for me.

“It doesn’t look like you’re complaining, either.” I chuckled as I wrapped my right hand around his cock, the other gripping his hip as I angled him toward my mouth.

He reached out, stroking his fingers through my hair. “You better make it worth it,” he said as he nudged my head to bring me closer.

“Have I ever let you down?”

We both knew the answer to that question. But before he could give me one of his looks, my tongue shot out and I licked his slit as I opened my lips and brought his cock inside me.

I didn’t want anything else in the world but Alex. I sighed through my nose in happiness as his fingers twitched in my hair, and I shuddered as he moaned.

Epilogue

Alex

“Brad, you’ve been bouncing around for days. Are you sure you don’t have something to tell us?” Brad’s mom asked from the couch across from us.

We’d come home after Brad was welcomed by the East City Wranglers.

We hadn’t really had a day off since it was televised. As soon as we got home, it was party after party. Our families, our school friends up at the lake, a spontaneous street party, and everywhere we went there were people congratulating us. It was the same as when I was drafted. Brad was the second personfrom our school to get into the national leagues, and it was enough for the whole town to celebrate.

We hadn’t really had a chance to breathe for three days. We only had two weeks left at home before we had to leave for training, and then we would be on the move endlessly.

But the important thing was that we would be together.

Brad shot a huge grin at his mom. They were carbon copies of each other. The only difference was his eyes were blue instead of her dark green.

We’d just had a casual dinner, like we had every weekend since we were kids.

Our parents had been just as close friends as Brad and me when they were growing up. Even if Brad and I had ended up hating each other, we would have been forced to be together, anyway.

But it wasn’t like that. It so, so wasn’t like that.

But that didn’t mean I wanted to tell our parents about us straight away, even though Brad and I had talked about it so much, I basically just gave in to his demand.

He was sure all of our parents would understand, but I wasn’t sure how his mom and dad would react. They were as easy and casual as Brad, but they had talked about having grandchildren when we were younger, and it felt like I was taking that away from them.

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