voice asked.
Shit . Bobby had hoped he’d have a few moments alone to get himself together. He scrubbed his hands over his face and turned around. “Yep. Julian’s a hardass, but he’ll have me back in shape in no time.”
Chet’s frame filled the shower opening as he stared at Bobby. “He told me you were having some problems with your knee.”
Fuck. “Yeah, but it’s getting better all the time. I shouldn’t have any problems by the time the season starts.” Bobby held his breath, hoping Julian hadn’t given Chet a full rundown of his injury.
“You should’ve told me,” Chet grumbled.
“I didn’t want you to worry. It’ll be fine in a couple of weeks.” Bobby tried to stand with his weight balanced evenly on both feet so as not to draw attention.
Chet’s gaze zeroed in on Bobby’s left knee. “Does it feel sturdy enough to take a hit?”
“Not quite, but it will.” Understatement of the year.
Chet slowly looked his way up Bobby’s body, stopping to stare at Bobby’s flaccid cock. That more than anything should’ve given him away. Normally Bobby’s cock would be fully hard at the first sound of Chet’s voice, but even after seconds of Chet eating him alive with his eyes, nothing.
“Julian asked if we want to have dinner with him and Koby,” Chet finally said.
“Sure, if you want to. Mind if I call Dane and invite him?”
“No, go ahead,” he said after a brief pause. He took one last look at Bobby’s limp dick and stepped out of the doorway. “I’ll be in my office when you’re done,” he said, closing the curtain.
The moment he heard Chet’s footsteps on the tile, Bobby dropped to the floor. He worked his hands over his swelling knee and willed it to return to normal as once again, the tears began to slide down his face. Was he being unfair by taking a scholarship that could’ve gone to a talented incoming freshman? Bobby knew the only reason he’d received the late scholarship was because of his name. There was no doubt the fund had been scraped empty to give him the money he needed.
With the compounding guilt, Bobby began to wonder if a degree was worth it. What kind of social worker would he be after the deceit he’d resorted to in order to become one in the first place.
* * * *
Chet walked into his office and shut the door. It was something he rarely did out of respect for his staff and players, but after Bobby’s reaction to him in the shower, it was something he desperately needed. He’d finally taken Bobby into his bed and opened his heart and mind to the possibility of something more. Could it be possible that after only a few days together Bobby was already losing interest? Troubling memories of his mom drifted to the forefront.
A knock on the door brought him out of his thoughts. “Who is it?”
“The big bad wolf,” Julian replied. Chet could imagine his best friend rolling his eyes as he said it.
“Come in.”
Julian stepped into the office and made a big production out of shutting it. “Where’s your ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign?”
“Fuck off.” Chet usually enjoyed Julian’s sense of humour, but he wasn’t in the mood. “What do you need?”
“A million bucks and a blow job in the next five minutes. What do you need?”
Chet laid his palms flat on his desk and leant forward. “Not today, Julian.”
Julian held up his hands. “Fine. Did you ask Bobby Ray about dinner?”
“Yeah, but he wants to ask Dane.”
“So much for the double date idea.”
Chet stared out the window for several moments. “Do you think it’s possible he’s losing interest?”
Julian jumped out of the chair like his ass was on fire. “Do I look like a damn woman?” He shook his head and headed for the door. “When you need to know how to cure jock itch or something else manly, give me a call, but leave me the hell out of your chick shit.”
Julian opened the door and walked through, but before he shut it, he poked his head back in and smiled.
Shit . Bobby had hoped he’d have a few moments alone to get himself together. He scrubbed his hands over his face and turned around. “Yep. Julian’s a hardass, but he’ll have me back in shape in no time.”
Chet’s frame filled the shower opening as he stared at Bobby. “He told me you were having some problems with your knee.”
Fuck. “Yeah, but it’s getting better all the time. I shouldn’t have any problems by the time the season starts.” Bobby held his breath, hoping Julian hadn’t given Chet a full rundown of his injury.
“You should’ve told me,” Chet grumbled.
“I didn’t want you to worry. It’ll be fine in a couple of weeks.” Bobby tried to stand with his weight balanced evenly on both feet so as not to draw attention.
Chet’s gaze zeroed in on Bobby’s left knee. “Does it feel sturdy enough to take a hit?”
“Not quite, but it will.” Understatement of the year.
Chet slowly looked his way up Bobby’s body, stopping to stare at Bobby’s flaccid cock. That more than anything should’ve given him away. Normally Bobby’s cock would be fully hard at the first sound of Chet’s voice, but even after seconds of Chet eating him alive with his eyes, nothing.
“Julian asked if we want to have dinner with him and Koby,” Chet finally said.
“Sure, if you want to. Mind if I call Dane and invite him?”
“No, go ahead,” he said after a brief pause. He took one last look at Bobby’s limp dick and stepped out of the doorway. “I’ll be in my office when you’re done,” he said, closing the curtain.
The moment he heard Chet’s footsteps on the tile, Bobby dropped to the floor. He worked his hands over his swelling knee and willed it to return to normal as once again, the tears began to slide down his face. Was he being unfair by taking a scholarship that could’ve gone to a talented incoming freshman? Bobby knew the only reason he’d received the late scholarship was because of his name. There was no doubt the fund had been scraped empty to give him the money he needed.
With the compounding guilt, Bobby began to wonder if a degree was worth it. What kind of social worker would he be after the deceit he’d resorted to in order to become one in the first place.
* * * *
Chet walked into his office and shut the door. It was something he rarely did out of respect for his staff and players, but after Bobby’s reaction to him in the shower, it was something he desperately needed. He’d finally taken Bobby into his bed and opened his heart and mind to the possibility of something more. Could it be possible that after only a few days together Bobby was already losing interest? Troubling memories of his mom drifted to the forefront.
A knock on the door brought him out of his thoughts. “Who is it?”
“The big bad wolf,” Julian replied. Chet could imagine his best friend rolling his eyes as he said it.
“Come in.”
Julian stepped into the office and made a big production out of shutting it. “Where’s your ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign?”
“Fuck off.” Chet usually enjoyed Julian’s sense of humour, but he wasn’t in the mood. “What do you need?”
“A million bucks and a blow job in the next five minutes. What do you need?”
Chet laid his palms flat on his desk and leant forward. “Not today, Julian.”
Julian held up his hands. “Fine. Did you ask Bobby Ray about dinner?”
“Yeah, but he wants to ask Dane.”
“So much for the double date idea.”
Chet stared out the window for several moments. “Do you think it’s possible he’s losing interest?”
Julian jumped out of the chair like his ass was on fire. “Do I look like a damn woman?” He shook his head and headed for the door. “When you need to know how to cure jock itch or something else manly, give me a call, but leave me the hell out of your chick shit.”
Julian opened the door and walked through, but before he shut it, he poked his head back in and smiled.
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