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before whipping the ball into the net past the goalie to score.
    With no boasting of any kind at the feat, Connor left the field as the coach waved him off.
    Once Connor took his mouthpiece out, he nudged Kyle, “Coach is waving you in. Your turn.”
    Lost in his awe of Connor, Kyle came back into focus and pushed his mouth guard in, racing out to the field.
     
    Kyle searched for him through the chaotic mass of half-naked male bodies in the locker room while he quickly undressed at his locker A loud commotion caught his attention. He spotted Connor getting teased as he walked by a group of his teammates while he headed to the shower. Kyle was slightly shocked at the homophobic overtones of the taunting.
    “Nice hair, Worthington!”
    “You get your nails polished too?”
    “You hang out in West Hollywood at night, Connor?”
    Geez! Kyle cringed. 
    It appeared Connor was playing the good sport, a tiny white towel wrapped around his narrow hips, the blush hot in his cheeks. “All right. Leave me alone, you dumb jocks.”
    Watching Connor walk, Kyle was in heat, his mouth actually watering at the sight. It was so fricken’ obvious that all those macho men needed an excuse to toy with Connor. Or at least Kyle hoped it was good-natured.
    Kyle lost himself on the lovely bronze color of Connor’s skin, his round, smooth, solid completely hairless chest. The guy looked like a model. Jesus, what, twenty years old? And absolutely perfect .
    Wanting to see this man in all his glory, Kyle stripped the pads and sweaty uniform off quickly and grabbed a towel. So what if I have a hard on? It happens to guys all the time, right?
    Connor hung the white terry cloth on a hook and tested the water as it burst out of a shower head coming from of a wall of spigots. Kyle hung his towel on the spot next to Connor and reached to do the same. While Connor was wetting down, Kyle thought he may spontaneously combust at the sight.
    He kept trying to get a good look at Connor’s cock without being seen doing so. When he finally was granted a full frontal view he moaned before he could prevent it.
    Running the soap over his arms, Connor smiled sweetly at Kyle. “Hey, Kyle. Looks like we have an excellent team this season.”
    With his face on fire from his attraction, Kyle was trying to hide his erection. “Yeah, we look really good. Beats playing in high school.”
    “What position do you like best?”
    Kyle froze and his eyes widened in shock.
    As if he were confused by the reaction, Connor stopped soaping up and stared at him curiously. “Hello?”
    “What position do I like?” Kyle gaped at him in disbelief. Could I be this lucky? This hunk is gay and propositioning me? Holy crap!
    Tilting his head, Connor shouted over the echoing noise to clarify, “Yes. I assume you were a midfield-man in high school too. No? Defense? What?” Connor continued washing and shook his head. “What did you think I meant? Where did I lose you?”
    Kyle exhaled when he realized his mistake. “Oh, I thought you meant…never mind. Yes. I played midfield.”
    Connor nodded and continued washing.
    Disappointed by the confused communication, Kyle rinsed the soap off quickly when he realized Connor was done. “You’re amazing out there, Connor,” Kyle complimented him. “You’re one of the best players on the team.”
    Connor connected with his eyes instantly. “You think so?”
    Kyle melted. Those irises were as blue as sapphires. Just shoot me now . “Yes.”
    “I thought the same about you, Kyle.” Connor made sure he was soap free. They shut off the water simultaneously and reached for the towels.
    Even though he was scared to death Connor would think he was hot for his bod, Kyle asked, “You wanna go out for a bite?”
    Connor looked up at the large clock on the wall, as he rubbed the towel through his hair. “Sure. But it’ll have to be quick one. I have a ton of reading to do. I guess I gotta eat, don’t I?”
    “Yes. A man can’t live on