when Jaylen Park and Cassian Bergman cross the fine line between rivals and lovers they have to reevaluate everything they have ever known because straight guys don't kiss other guys, especially their teammates, and they sure as hell don't sleep wit...
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I WIPED SWEAT from my brows and looked up at the sunny sky. Today's practice had just begun and I'm already sweating bullets. Coach wasn't joking when he said this year will be even more intense, even by his already incredibly high standards. Which is good. The team needs that intensity for the first game of the season in a couple of weeks. It's my second year captaining the team, and last year I led CU to the NCAA championship. No way I'm going to let our winning streak end now.
With a contented exhale, I run down the field full force, Idris a few feet away kicking the ball between his legs. "Jay!" he passes me the ball and I take it between my legs and head towards the goal at the end of the field where Caleb stood ready to block it.
Once I'm close enough I bring my left foot back, preparing to send the ball flying straight into the net but before my feet can even connect with the ball a pair of blue cleats comes out of nowhere and intercepts, their long legs sliding in between my own catching me off guard so much I find myself tripping and toppling over myself, letting out a loud "thud" as I roll onto the freshly mowed grass of the field.
I rubbed my vibrating head as I pushed myself back up from the ground. I looked down at the opposite end of the field to see everyone on my practice team following behind one specific player — Bergman.
Son of a bitch.
Idris tries to catch up with him but Cassian's too light on his feet, the ball guiding underneath him like an extension of his body. He reaches the end of the field in no time, extending back his long slender right leg and sending the ball flying towards the net, the goalkeeper unable to block it with his hands because of how fast it was going. The opposing teams all swarm around the boy, cheers erupting from their lips and fists rising in victory.
"Nice moves out there, Cassian," a voice compliments the boy, and my blood started to boil. I didn't realize I was digging my hands into the grass until coach blows his whistle, and my train of thought returns to me when I look over at him on the sidelines.
"Coach, he fouled me!" I pushed myself up off my two feet and marched right over to him, his dark eyes blocked by even darker shades so it was hard to read his expression when he turns to look at me but it's always been hard to reach coach, with or without shades.
"What the hell are you talking about Park?" Coach spits out the side of his mouth but I'm too upset right now to cringe disgusting act.
"He tripped me," I tell him. "you didn't just see me eat shit out there?"
Coach shakes his head at me sternly. "No Park, you ate shit because you were too in your damn head," he pressed a battered finger at my chest with each word and I withheld a growl from escaping my lips. "now get back on the field before I give you some laps." I clutched my first at my side, biting the inside of my cheeks to keep myself from lashing out the way I wanted to. I inhaled a breath, a sharp one before turning around on my cleats and dragging myself over to the rest of the players.
