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Boss laughed.
I relaxed.Fucking finally.
“That’s great, though! It took me two months to memorize all that shit,” Boss said.
I slapped my hand to my cheek and glared at Boss, but he didn’t notice, or he was really good at ignoring me.
“Atlas!”
Instantly, I straightened. “Yeah, Coach?”
Coach Hill bopped Wy on the top of his head in a friendly way. “You’re living with Wystan, right?”
Every single person on the team turned to stare at me, and I felt like I was standing naked at the center line. “Uh, yeah,” I grunted out.
“Take a few evenings and go over the plays with him. You’re the expert,” he said with a grin.
My chest warmed, and I nodded before I could even think to do anything else, but then sighed as Wy smirked in my direction. Motherfucker, I was going to go insane by the end of the season.
“Sure, Coach,” I grumbled.
I couldn’t stand Wy’s fucking face, and as soon as practice was over, I showered and beat feet toward the library. It wasn’t as if I wanted to spend all day studying, but getting a few assignments out of the way was better than hanging out at the house. When the librarians kicked everyone out a few minutes past eleven o’clock that night, I had the perfect vision of what I was going to do. Coach Hill had been very pissed off when everyone was late to practice, and while I thought he would give Wy a lot of leeway, if he was late a few times, he would catch all sorts of hell and maybe even my dad would hear about it.
Smirking, I made plans.
Wy didn’t have an alarm clock, as far as I knew. All I needed to do was creep into his room after he fell asleep and bury his phone so he wouldn’t hear the alarm. I doubted he was dumb enough to leave his screen without a passcode, so that was a good bet. I decided that my best chance at screwing with him was to sneak into his room early in the morning because he might notice the phone was missing if he woke up to take a piss or something.
At 5:05 a.m. I found myself skulking through my house.
His door didn’t creak and swung smoothly inward, and there was barely aclickwhen I closed it again. His room was dark and cozy inside, and I used the flashlight on my phone to tiptoe around. I tried to keep the light pointed toward the floor. My heart raced as I prowled the room like a thief. I went to his nightstand and sighed because the phone wasn’t there. Of course, it wouldn’t be that easy. I confirmed there was no alarm clock, then started looking for his phone.
Hell, it could be anywhere.
I didn’t think he was careful with his phone because, last I’d seen it, the screen was cracked. It wasn’t on the floor. Crouching beside his bed, I huffed and thought, then glanced up at the blankets. Had he been watching porn before he fell asleep? Jerking off? Was the phone lost in the bedding?
Biting my lip, I lifted the edge of his comforter but didn’t see the phone anywhere. I slid my hand around under the top sheet.
“What are you doing?” an amused voice asked.
My heart stalled and I nearly died on the spot. I dropped my phone light-side down, and the room was plunged into darkness again, except for the soft glow around the edges. Wy leaned up on his elbow, a dark shadow.
I said nothing. What could I say? Fuck, how had I gotten caught? Was it the light? I should’ve known better.
“Maybe I’ll yell. There’s a stranger in my room, and I have no idea who he could be or what’s going on. Maybe I could get your dad in here. I could tell him a creep was sneaking around my bed in the dark, trying to—”
Lunging, I caught his face between my fingers, then covered his mouth with mine. I didn’t care that his breath wasn’t the greatest, I just wanted to shut him up, but then I drifted, kissing him. I bit down hard on his bottom lip, and he whimpered. The blankets rustled and he pushed them off to the side.
“I decided to murder you in your sleep,” I grumbled.
He tugged on my T-shirt and pulled me closer, and I didn’t put up a fight, just slid on top of his hard body. I kissed him again, and he shook underneath me. It took me a moment to realize he was laughing.
“With your cock?” He grabbed my ass and jerked me closer. The sensation of his hard, warm wood separated from mine by soft material curled my toes.
“Fuck you,” I growled and went after his mouth again.
He took me by surprise when he pushed up with his body, and I was embarrassed to admit that he caught me completely off guard when he rolled us. I ended up on the bottom with him straddling me, but he let out a tiny whimper and ground his plump cock against mine. It felt good, so I let him go, grasping his hips and holding him tight. He stopped, and I bucked against him, searching for more of that wonderful friction.
“What are you doing in my room?” he asked, and this time there was a deadly undertone to the question that made my cock throb. I slid my fingers into his hair and pulled until it should’ve had him shouting, but he only frantically pumped his hips against mine. My happy ending rushed toward me faster than a freight train and I had no intention of slowing down.
