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him. And he knew it was from inside , not because of the weather. It was from fear. Kyle just nodded and drove, which was fine with Kevin. He didn’t want to think about anything that had happened that day.

Chapter Seven
     
    Kyle lined up behind Gary McClasky, the sophomore center backup. So far the kid had managed to get the ball into his hands , but just barely. The last play, the ball had wobbled as it came from between his legs to end up in Kyle’s grasp. All night he'd had to keep the center…centered. He didn’t have time to think about Kevin. Or Heather. Or any of it. He was on automatic pilot, and it showed on the scoreboard.
    One minute left on the clock and they were losing. This was it. If they were going to pull this game out of their asses, this play had to count. And that all rested between McClasky’s legs. Kyle looked around. His receivers were in position. His guards were growling at the defense. The play clock ticked down.
    He called the play.
    Lucas shot off like a rocket on one side. Kevin did a weave pattern, taking his time to get past his tackles. Kyle counted in his head. He stepped back. One. Two. Three.
    Arm back, he drew in a breath and let the ball go. The feel of the laces leaving his hand seem magnified in that moment. He closed his eyes when the tackle took him down. The grass was damp under his body , the scent an aphrodisiac to him. Cut grass, and sweat. Why he’d never noticed this before wasn’t something he cared to explore. He waited for the slow motion in his brain to catch up with reality. The roar of the crowd came to him like a sonic boom, loud and out of nowhere. But which side?
    “Touchdown. Beauchamp. We’re all tied up.” The play by play drifted over the crowd noise.
    “Hey, number 6, you okay?” The tackle who’d taken him down leaned over him. Kyle looked at him through the turf in his face mask from his impact with the ground.
    “Yeah, I think.” Kyle held his hand out hoping the guy would haul him off the ground. Hell, he hoped his legs would hold him up. Because he sure as fuck couldn’t feel anything right then. “Did we score?”
    “You land on your head or something?” The tackle grabbed his hand and Kyle felt the ground sink away as he tried to steady himself. “Yeah, you fucking scored. You sure you’re okay?”
    “Yeah, I’m good.” But Kevin running back to check on him was strange. Usually they set up for the extra point now. The muscles in Kevin’s thighs moved under his uniform pants. His bare calves bunched and flexed with each step toward him. T hat’s when Kyle felt the world tilt around him.
    “Kyle?” Kevin sounded funny. His voice was a bit shrill. And a lot sexy. “What’s going on? Are you good?”
    Kyle couldn’t think for a moment. He dragged his helmet off and looked at his brother. A whistle blew from the distance.
    “He looks funny, like his clock got cleaned.” The other guy, who should be minding his own business, chimed in, when all Kyle wanted to do was look at Kevin. In his uniform. All hot and sweaty. And looking at him like that. Like he was the only thing that mattered.
    Kevin did the time out sign. They had a couple left. The crowd grew silent. The announcer sounded confused. Coach ran out. Fingers were thrust in his face. He answered the questions. And then Kevin grabbed his wrists and hauled him to his feet.
    “I thought I was standing up.”
    “You made it about half way. Can you stand up?” Kevin had his arm around Kyle’s waist. This felt right. Completely right. He draped his arm over Kevin’s shoulder and pulled him in for a hug. He wanted to kiss him. He wanted to pull his pads off and lick the sweat off Kevin’s chest. He faltered. The world stopped spinning and stood completely still.
    He was in love with Kevin.
    He’d lost his fucking head. Completely and entirely.
    “I’m good. I can stand. Just had the breath knocked out of me. I’m good now.” He let go of Kevin and took two exploratory