We’re the glue of the infield.””Exactly. Gay porn I shaved twice that morning. Every whisper felt like a thread woven tighter between us as we cuddled.In the morning, over scrambled eggs and Luke-warm coffee, I looked at the open laptop on the table. And I didn’t feel so alone with my desires. I stepped closer and leaned against the counter across from him.“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” I asked carefully.Matt gave a small shrug. We’re buddies. The shirt tucked in clean, the name plate over the right breast at the same level as his badge on the left. He let me carry the flashlight, gave me tips on checking doors and spotting suspicious activity. And it’s not just a crush or curiosity or whatever. “If I screw up, it’s two runs and a chewing out from Coach Rivas.””Sounds like my job. It was… I have good observation skills, plus I’m good with routines. “You gonna quiz me when I get back?”“No,” he said. Then a soft jingle of keys and the low murmur of a radio. His face was in shadow, but his eyes were steady. “I feel like all I’m doing in college might be a waste. Gotta balance things out.”He caught it and examined it before putting it on.
