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It’s fairly unusual for freshmen to start in college, but it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say Jagger has a legitimate shot. He’s got great hands, easily as good as the other receivers on the roster, and if he can get downfield the fastest he’ll take one of the top two spots. I’m guessing he’ll need a few more weeks to work on his speed, but after that… I’d bet on him.
Cameron’s a contender too. He isn’t the biggest or strongest, but on the field he finds this burst of power that makes him hard to beat, and he’s pretty effective at creating a hole for our offense to break through to get downfield. And when he’s blocking for Jagger, I swear that power somehow doubles. If Jagger’s in the game, chances are Cam will be too.
As for me, I’ve got good hands, but where I really excel is yards after the catch. I’m hard to tackle, so I typically get four or five yards on top of whatever we gain on the pass. I’m pretty good at blocking too, while the guy a few years ahead of me isn’t. I’ve already earned my starting spot, and a few games into the season Jagger and Cameron are climbing the ranks for sure.
“I’ll be faster in a game,” Jagger says. “All that energy and adrenaline from the stadium gives me an extra gear.”
“Well, try to find that in practice so Coach can see it and you get a chance to be on the field during a game,” I say.
“Yeah, yeah. I gotchu.” Jagger nods. “So, how’s the genius dorm working out?”
“I like it. It’s quiet.”
“And your roommate?” Cameron asks. “Is it weird living with someone who doesn’t play football?”
“It’s kind of refreshing actually. He’s not a fan, so aside from asking how it’s going just to be polite we don’t talk about it.”
“I thought you were gonna say it’s refreshing to live with someone who doesn’t have sweaty practice gear filling up the laundry basket.” Jagger gives Cam a playful nudge with his shoulder.
“Your shit is just as sweaty as mine.” Cam retaliates with a shove of his own.
“Sweaty, not stinky,” Jagger corrects.
“What’s the difference?” I ask.
“One makes you want to puke while the other is just wet.” Jagger taunts Cam with a wink, to which Cam retaliates by trying to stuff Jagger’s head in his armpit.
“Take a good whiff, Kitcat,” he says as Jagger tries to wrestle free.
This goes on for several more minutes, because of course it does with these two. I’m sort of relieved when we hit the fork in the path where I branch off to get to my dorm.
“See you guys tomorrow.” I give them a little wave and head off, chuckling to myself as they argue who can keep their head buried in the other’s laundry the longest before having to shower off the stench.
Shower.
That word causes my mind to drift to Liam, and the sounds I hear coming from the bathroom every evening, which are distracting to say the least. More than once I’ve tried to imagine what he’s doing in there since it doesn’t sound anything like my showers, and I’m curious how he gets himself to make those noises.
They’re loud, and low, nothing like what I’ve heard the few times I’ve tried to hook up with women, who might give a little moan, or a gasp, but nothing as rough and raw as what drifts through the door when Liam’s in there. Hell, I’ve never even made those sounds, and we have the same equipment, so either he’s just more vocal, or he’s doing something I’ve never thought to try. A different pace, or pressure, or spot.
Whatever it is, he emerges with flushed skin and sleepy eyes, and promptly passes out on his bed, sleeping through the night like a baby.
I feel like a bit of a creeper for knowing that. I’m not watching him on purpose, it’s just hard not to notice how sated he is when his head hits the pillow. I’ve never felt that myself, and I think part of me wonders what it’s like. I’m almost envious that he can experience arousal so easily.
It’s not that I feel deprived by being asexual–I can’t exactly miss what I’ve never had–but seeing it up close in a way I’ve never been privy to before is interesting. It doesn’t get me aroused exactly, but I’m not oblivious to it either. Just…intrigued, I think.
I purge the shower sound topic from my mind when I get to our room and find Liam at his desk, his biology homework spread over the surface. “Carson?” My eye catches a name on one of the papers. “That’s the same professor Jagger and Cameron have. Are you in their class?”
“Maybe.” He shrugs without picking his head up. “I’ve never seen them, but it’s a big lecture hall.”
“Is that class as tough as I’ve heard it is?”
“Not yet, but it’s still early. How was practice?”
The question makes me smile, since I know he doesn’t really care but is trying to for my sake.
“Pretty good actually. I think we’re in decent shape for the game this weekend. Since I know you won’t be watching with the rest of the campus, what are your plans?”
Liam still hasn’t admitted why he dislikes the game, and even though I’m curious I haven’t pushed it. I have the distinct feeling that his reason, whatever it is, is more personal than merely not understanding or enjoying it. And since he doesn’t get too deep during our conversations I have to assume there’s a story there. One I hope he’ll be comfortable enough to share some day, but I can’t really complain about him taking his time to open up.
