the gym bag he’d dropped outside the showers.
Levi debated keeping the rest of that night to himself. But it was sixteen years ago, and the guy lived in Atlanta and dressed in drag for a living. “Me over the hood of my car, and pretty much every chance he got until he left for college. What about you? What happened with your fantasy? Did he ever find out?”
“Yeah, he did. Did him in the shower just like I dreamed of.” Tracy smirked as he dragged a Hillsborough Panthers T-shirt on over his head. “Five minutes ago.”
Light-headed, all Levi could do was stare at the shirt and the mean ass glare in the man’s eyes. “Fuck, you’re that fucking nose tackle that thought I was your personal rag doll.”
“Yeah, baby, I lived for the games between our schools. For three years. Getting my hands on you was all I dreamed about. Sacking your ass was all I had. And I made sure I did it as often as I could.” Tracy leered at him from the door.
Levi felt the brunt of that evil grin clear to his gut. He remembered seeing it from behind a face mask. The ugly taunts they threw at each other. The greatest games they played ever in his whole three years heading the team was against the fucking Panthers, the thrill of outwitting the Neanderthal who tried to kill him was only made more exciting when the boy manhandled him to the ground and held him there.
“I dreamed about you too,” he said softly, letting his smile go dreamy as he watched the blood drain from the bigger man’s face. “I fantasized about cutting off your balls and feeding them to you.”
“Fuck you, Levi.” There was laughter in his voice. “Oh wait, I already did,” he said as he walked away. His gym bag slung over his shoulder, whistling the rival school’s fight song.
“Yeah, well, it won’t happen again, you evil bastard.” Levi shouted just as the lights went out, leaving him standing naked in the dark.
Chapter Six
After the locker room porn scene Monday night, Levi had avoided him the rest of the week. Coming in to work out in the mornings on Tuesday and Thursday and throwing himself into the evening practices as if he were trying out for the pros. They talked in passing and as part of the practice, but never anything personal. He’d shower quickly and head out before Tracy finished his paperwork for the night. Leaving Tracy to shower alone. Or in most cases to head home without washing the sweat off.
By his own admission, Levi didn’t know how to coach. But by joining the team in their workout and bonding with them on the player level, he’d developed a working relationship with the boys that Tracy had yet to manage. The two rival quarterbacks were quick to test him, but Levi knew the score, he’d been in that place of having to work for the job. The kid from Hillsborough had the skills that the hometown kid lacked and would start. Fair was fair. And Levi handled it better than Tracy ever could. He’d give his ESPN diplomat voice that much. Even if he did sound as if he was reading from some invisible cue card only Levi could see. He much preferred the gutter talking hot as hell Levi that made him ache from lusting.
The long drive up to Levi’s trailer was different in the daylight. He could see the ruts in the two trail lane at least. And the seriously thick undergrowth in the forest on both sides. Cicadas and tree frogs sang their songs as he drove through with the windows down. The afternoon rain had actually killed the heat. Or at least tamped it down to bearable levels. But it wouldn’t last long.
He came out of the forest into a clearing, the two trail leading straight through Levi’s trailer. He pulled up beside the black Challenger just as something to the side made a booming sound. Levi’s voice stringing together obscenities followed on the heavy air. Tracy made for the side, following the soothing sounds of “mother fucker, son of a bitch, you freaking whore”… He couldn’t help but smile; this was
Levi debated keeping the rest of that night to himself. But it was sixteen years ago, and the guy lived in Atlanta and dressed in drag for a living. “Me over the hood of my car, and pretty much every chance he got until he left for college. What about you? What happened with your fantasy? Did he ever find out?”
“Yeah, he did. Did him in the shower just like I dreamed of.” Tracy smirked as he dragged a Hillsborough Panthers T-shirt on over his head. “Five minutes ago.”
Light-headed, all Levi could do was stare at the shirt and the mean ass glare in the man’s eyes. “Fuck, you’re that fucking nose tackle that thought I was your personal rag doll.”
“Yeah, baby, I lived for the games between our schools. For three years. Getting my hands on you was all I dreamed about. Sacking your ass was all I had. And I made sure I did it as often as I could.” Tracy leered at him from the door.
Levi felt the brunt of that evil grin clear to his gut. He remembered seeing it from behind a face mask. The ugly taunts they threw at each other. The greatest games they played ever in his whole three years heading the team was against the fucking Panthers, the thrill of outwitting the Neanderthal who tried to kill him was only made more exciting when the boy manhandled him to the ground and held him there.
“I dreamed about you too,” he said softly, letting his smile go dreamy as he watched the blood drain from the bigger man’s face. “I fantasized about cutting off your balls and feeding them to you.”
“Fuck you, Levi.” There was laughter in his voice. “Oh wait, I already did,” he said as he walked away. His gym bag slung over his shoulder, whistling the rival school’s fight song.
“Yeah, well, it won’t happen again, you evil bastard.” Levi shouted just as the lights went out, leaving him standing naked in the dark.
Chapter Six
After the locker room porn scene Monday night, Levi had avoided him the rest of the week. Coming in to work out in the mornings on Tuesday and Thursday and throwing himself into the evening practices as if he were trying out for the pros. They talked in passing and as part of the practice, but never anything personal. He’d shower quickly and head out before Tracy finished his paperwork for the night. Leaving Tracy to shower alone. Or in most cases to head home without washing the sweat off.
By his own admission, Levi didn’t know how to coach. But by joining the team in their workout and bonding with them on the player level, he’d developed a working relationship with the boys that Tracy had yet to manage. The two rival quarterbacks were quick to test him, but Levi knew the score, he’d been in that place of having to work for the job. The kid from Hillsborough had the skills that the hometown kid lacked and would start. Fair was fair. And Levi handled it better than Tracy ever could. He’d give his ESPN diplomat voice that much. Even if he did sound as if he was reading from some invisible cue card only Levi could see. He much preferred the gutter talking hot as hell Levi that made him ache from lusting.
The long drive up to Levi’s trailer was different in the daylight. He could see the ruts in the two trail lane at least. And the seriously thick undergrowth in the forest on both sides. Cicadas and tree frogs sang their songs as he drove through with the windows down. The afternoon rain had actually killed the heat. Or at least tamped it down to bearable levels. But it wouldn’t last long.
He came out of the forest into a clearing, the two trail leading straight through Levi’s trailer. He pulled up beside the black Challenger just as something to the side made a booming sound. Levi’s voice stringing together obscenities followed on the heavy air. Tracy made for the side, following the soothing sounds of “mother fucker, son of a bitch, you freaking whore”… He couldn’t help but smile; this was
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