@bredbois gets zach for a starter!
Luring Noah back inside the locker room had been easier than he'd expected. Zach imagined some resistance to be present; after all, the football player had just left hit very space accompanied by a few of his empty-headed teammates... why would he come back inside? Zach's excuse for 'more privacy' was poor at best, a half-assed attempt at getting the other alone, all to himself.
Surprisingly, such a meek excuse had worked.
"Seriously, I think you carried the whole game," the blonde complimented, a hand softly pressed on top of Noah's thigh and rubbing small circles on the hard muscle. "In fact, dude-- if it weren't for you, the school wouldn't have won. I think that deserves some sort of..." he made a pause to lick his lips, look directly into Noah's eyes. "...celebration, yeah? What do you say?"



















