“What do you mean?”The coach leaned in, his breath hot against the player’s ear. Gay sex Sweat-soaked jerseys hung like trophies of battle, and the scent of victory mixed with the pungent aroma of testosterone and adrenaline. “And for what it’s worth, I’d feel more comfortable if we were both on the same page. The game was over, but it seemed the battle was just beginning.With a grimace, he shouted, “Coach Bob!” His voice reverberated off the lockers, echoing in the emptiness. He looked down to see the player’s fingers coated in the clear liquid that had started to ooze from the tip. The tension in the room grew, palpable and electric.Griffin’s eyes rolled back in his head, a low moan escaping his lips. He peered into the guest room, his eyes adjusting to the darkness. All he could do was offer his support, his home, and hope for the best.He watched Griffin for a moment longer, his gaze lingering on the muscular form that lay sprawled across the bed. When he reached the base, he paused, his eyes flicking up to meet Griffin’s. “Thanks, coach,” he murmured, his eyes never leaving Bob’s face.
