Funny Little Love

Or really, am I bluffing?

15

ALEX

The only thing that gets me horny enough to convince me to strip in public? Soccer.

Sweaty hot guys running around in a field for more than an hour, with those defined muscles making up their bodies, those defined thighs, those godly arms which could squeeze me like a sponge in an instant, those abs, the veins in their necks twitching every time they run faster or kick the ball hard.

"EWWW, Alex get it down, what the hell are you thinking about now?" Lizzie says with a clear look of disgust in her eyes.

"What? Oh."

I desperately try to hide the very dinstinct boner that I just had in public while sitting in the School cafeteria.

What the hell is wrong with me? Well, I can't blame myself if sweaty hot guys, most of them having Shawn's face, creep into my mind all the time.

Oh right, Shawn. Where is he?

The soccer season is here and the school tryouts are on and as far as I know the tryouts cannot start without the captain on the field if they don't notify the team earlier that they would not be able to attend.

Shawn hit the school gym an hour ago. What's he doing in there?

All the players are sitting at a table in one corner of the cafeteria, huddled up waiting for Shawn while Lizzie and I sit at another table drinking some coffee.

"I'm so sorry" Shawn's voice echoed in the hallway leading to the cafeteria.

Shawn and Cain are heading towards the cafeteria hurriedly, both of their shirts clinging to them like a second skin, due to all the sweat, their veins in their hands twitching.

They're so hot, I'm practically drooling.

Then the real question popped into my head.

When did Cain get in there?

I didn't see him go through the hallway. Did he apparate? Is he a wizard?

"We were doing a squat competition and we totally lost track of time." Shawn said.

"You guys call the coach, get on the field, I'm coming after taking a shower." Shawn instructed the rest of the team.

"Hey, kiddos." he comes over to the table we're sitting at and winks at me.

I bite my lower lip smiling and feel the blood rush to my face.

"Seriously? Kiddos?" Lizzie said.

"Go grab a seat in there. They'll be all slimy pretty soon. There'll be a lot of drool today." Shawn smirked.

"You wish." Lizzie laughed.

Even though it was just the tryouts, the front row of the stands separated from the field by just an iron railing, was filled by girls from the school who had come to drool over the players, just like us.

Lizzie and I were still standing at the standby area where the players were seated, waiting for the coach to arrive.

"Coach is here. " Shawn announced to the others.

I look at the entrance area and see the coach walking towards us. Wait, there's someone with him. Is that... LUKE?

What the fuck is he doing here?

Shawn and Luke together for more than their one minute mutual tolerance limit? This is gonna be war.

"What is he doing here?" Shawn asked, his voice filled with rage.