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1. Owen

When Owen had come home early, he wasn’t expecting anyone to be home. He definitely wasn’t expecting Bords to be in the living room with a folding chair and Ginuewine’s “Pony” blasting from his phone’s speakers. Owen couldn’t figure out what was going on until Bords started walking around the chair, and oh. 

Owen knew he’d been spotted when Bords said, “Oh, Owen, hey. You got a minute?”

“Sure.” Owen blushed at getting caught. “What do you need?”

“I’m supposed to do a lap dance for Mock Rock, and I’ve never done it before. Can I practice on you?” Bords batted his eyelashes in an attempt to break the awkwardness of the mood, but it just made Owen blush harder.

“Um, yeah, ok.” Owen stammered out.

“Sweet! Come sit down.” Bords said. Owen did, and Bords restarted the song. He started behind Owen’s chair and ran his hand over Owen’s chest.

Owen tried to think about the unsexiest things he could, but it wasn’t any use, especially when Bords sat down on Owen’s lap and laced his fingers behind Owen’s head. Owen knew he was probably beet red by now, and he was just hoping Bords wasn’t going to make this any more awkward than it was.

Bords wiggled his hips around a couple times, and when Owen let out a strangled gasp (and got even more red if possible), Bords grinned. “Ok, yeah. That’s good. Thanks Big Dog.” Bords grinned, getting up off of Owen. 

“Yeah.” Owen started bolting for his room. He couldn’t let Bords see the situation he had.

“I’ll run interference. You’ve got 10 minutes!” Bords yelled. And well, Owen didn’t need to be told twice (and he really didn’t want to ever have to bring up this moment with Bords ever again).

2. Truss

Truss was there when Bords had suggested doing a dance at Mock Rock. He looked over at Bords. “What kind of dance were you thinking?

“I hadn’t thought about it yet.” Bords admitted. 

“We could totally do the scene from Dirty Dancing. I’m no Swayze, but I could definitely lift you and spin you.”

“No.” Bords said, laughing. “Coach would kill me if you got injured.”

“Fair point.” Truss said.

“But, if you want, I’m willing to give it a try, just to prove that it won’t work.” Bords said. He found the song and then planned his run and jump. 

Truss caught him and spun him around. Bords couldn’t help but laugh, and as Truss lowered him, Bords wrapped his legs around Truss’ waist and his hands around Truss’ neck. Truss pulled Bords in closer and that was when Bords figured it out.

“A lap dance.” Bords said. “It should be a lap dance.”

“I’m here if you need someone to practice on.” Truss said, putting Bords back down on the ground.

“I just may take you up on that.” Bords grinned.

3. Ports

They were out at a party when Bords sat down in Erik’s lap. “Ports! You were great out there tonight.” 

“Thanks.” Erik said, wondering why Bords was sitting in his lap, leaning in close enough to Erik that Erik could smell the crappy beer that Bords had been drinking all night long.

“Seriously,” Bords said, wiggling around a little in Erik’s lap. “You kept us alive in that game tonight, and really all season. I think you need to relax a little.”

“Bords? What are you talking about?” Erik asked. Bords didn’t answer; he just pulled Erik up off the couch and down the hall to one of the empty rooms. After making sure the door was locked, Bords pushed at Erik until Erik fell back on the bed. Bords pushed at a couple buttons on his phone, and then he was straddling Erik on the bed again.

“Let me say thank you.” Bords said, twisting his hips around, making Erik’s hands fly up to Bords’ waist.

“Ok.”

And if Erik played even better the next week and sought Bords out at the party, well, that was just between them.

4. Blanks

Blanks had come home at the wrong time; he hadn’t needed to see Bords trying to grind against the couch arm.

“Um, Bords?” Blanks asked. “What are you doing?”

Bords blushed bright red at being caught. “Er, I was trying something out for my dance for Mock Rock.”

“You need someone to try it on?” Blanks asked, sitting down on the couch. “I’m down.”

“Blanks. I can’t…” Bords trailed off. “You’re my captain, you don’t…”

“Come on, I don’t bite,” Blanks said. Bords swung his legs across Blanks’ lap and straddled him. Blanks leaned in and whispered in Bords’ ear, “That is, unless you want me to.” Blanks grinned as Bords gasped a little. “Show me what you got.”

This was probably the best lap dance Bords had done; the couch had given it a slightly different angle, but Blanks had been in tune with each move Bords was making, and even seemed to anticipate some; Bords had leaned his head back at one point and Blanks had lightly nipped at Bords’ neck, drawing out a sound Bords had never heard himself make before. When Blanks had taken Bords’ hand and led him to Blanks’ room to continue it, Bords didn’t even think twice. 

“You keep saying it’s Mock Rock, but I think I know what it is,” Blanks said, running his hand through Bords’ sweaty hair. “You want to make a good impression on Briss, don’t you?”

“What? How?” Bords didn’t deny it, but he didn’t confirm it either. He thought he was hiding it well.

“That’s why I’m the captain.” Nick grinned. “You two stare at each other all the time, and I know you-Briss is the one whose opinion matters the most. I’m giving you the blessing-as long as it doesn’t mess with the team.”

“Thanks.” Bords said; there was no use denying it. Blanks could keep a secret too, so Bords wasn’t worried about Briss finding out. “What rating would you give me?”

“9 out of 10. Would definitely recommend.” Blanks said, grinning. “If things don’t work out with Briss, you know where to find me.”

“Right.” Bords said, cheeks red again. “Thanks Blanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

5. Matty

Not that Matty minded living with Bords, quite the opposite really, but right now, if Matty heard “Cookie” by R. Kelly one more time, he was going to break Bords’ neck. (Especially when it didn’t help that Matty knew the scene from Magic Mike XXL that the song was from- his girlfriend at the time had made him go watch it with her.)

Matty waited until the song was over and then went and knocked on Bords’ bedroom door. When he got the all clear to enter, Matty came in to find Bords on the bed, laptop on the pillow. 

“S’up Matty?” Bords asked.

“Can you at least wear headphones if you’re going to listen to that? I swear, if I hear that song one more time…” Matty trailed off as Bords got up off the bed and came closer to him. “Bords? What’s going on?” 

“You think I could do it?” Bords asked, breath tickling Matty’s ear.

“Do what?” Matty asked, trying to will himself to stay cool in the situation.

“Break your back, crack it open like a lobster.” Bords said, quoting the song. Matty felt his heart rate picking up a little.

“I don’t know. What, you wanna try it? I’m sure coach would love it if I got injured.” Matty deadpanned, trying to regain the grip he was quickly losing on the situation.

“Do you want me to try it?” Bords asked, and there went the last strands of self-control Matty had.

“Yes.” Matty said; he knew he’d never get another chance at this (and he knew how Bords felt about Briss; there were a couple of after party confessions from each boy that Matty wished he had never heard), so if Bords was offering, Matty was going to take full advantage of it.

Bords grinned like the cat that ate the canary. “Alright then. Take a seat in that chair over there.”

Matty did as he was told, and when he heard the bars of “Cookie” start, he couldn’t help the small grin that came over his face. That grin quickly was wiped off his face as Bords sat in Matty’s lap and started moving his hips. (And how long had Bords been watching the video? He had the moves down. Matty wasn’t going to think about that right now.). Then Bords had tipped the chair back carefully, and Matty had ended up on his back on the floor; Bords had moved the chair out of the way and had flipped Matty over (so he was on his stomach) and sat down on Matty’s back.

Then came the part about breaking the back and cracking it open like a lobster; Bords pulled Matty up by his hair. Matty let out a groan that Truss surely would’ve heard (had he been home; thankfully he was gone right now) and said, “Fine. You win.”

“Told you I could do it.” Bords grinned, getting up and off of Matty. “Um, you want some help there?” Bords asked, pointing out the obvious erection Matty had going on.

“Um, yes. You started it, you finish it.” Matty said.

“I can do that.”

“No more of that song please?” Matty asked after they’d cleaned up and were in the kitchen, Bords watching Matty make dinner.

“I’ll do my best.” Bords said. “Or I’ll wear headphones.”

“Deal.”

+1. Briss

It had come to this. Bords had done Mock Rock (and got some glowing reviews on his dancing skills), and he’d been practicing with a couple teammates too, but now it was time to do it for Brendan.

Bords threw back another shot; he was going to need some liquid courage to start this (and definitely if Briss rejected him-Nick was on standby in case things went horribly wrong). 

“Briss!” Bords said, coming to sit down in Briss’ lap. “How you doing?”

“Good.” Briss’ hand went to stabilize Bords in his lap immediately, which was a good sign. Bords just sat there for a minute before experimentally moving his hips a little. Briss stiffened slightly, but relaxed, so Bords waited another couple minutes before trying again. This time, Briss stopped Bords’ hips and looked over at Bords.

“What are you doing?” It wasn’t Briss’ “mad” voice; it was his “curious” voice, and Bords looked right at Briss.

“Can we take this somewhere more private?” Bords asked.

“That might not be a bad idea.” Briss agreed. “Come on, my room is just down the hall. We can talk in there.”

Once Briss had closed and locked his door, he looked at Bords. “What’s going on? Are you ok?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

“You were practically grinding on me on the couch!” Briss was slightly exasperated.

“Maybe I wanted to see how you’d react.” Bords said. “I got my answer. I’ll go now.”

“I never said I didn’t like it.” Briss’ voice was soft. “It was just a little too public for me.”

Bords’ brain went offline for a second as he processed the statement. “Briss?” his voice was barely above a whisper. “What are you saying?”

“I don’t want everyone to see it.” Briss said. “I am on board with it. Like, you don’t know how many times I watched that Mock Rock video.” Briss’ cheeks flamed red. “I wondered what it would be like. I just didn’t know how to ask.”

For the second time in minutes, Bords’ brain short circuited. “It was always you.” he said, before his brain caught up with his mouth. “I wanted it to be you.”