When Taylor boarded the bus, he felt a jolt of electricity flow through back him when he realized Taylor was walking to theback of the bus. To sit with him. He slowly stood up and stepped out into the aisle so Taylor could have the window seat like usual, secretly inhaling the scent of whatever cologne Taylor must’ve put on as he was getting dressed.
Taylor’s shoulder brushed his as Fletcher sat back down in his seat. He leaned his head back against the headrest, trying to clear all these confusing thoughts that were filling his head. But like always, Taylor wouldn’t let him have peace.
Taylor pulled his phone out from his bag and typed out a text. Fletcher’s phone buzzed a second later.
Taylor: You can’t do that again
Fuck. Fletcher swallowed nervously, trying to chase back the nervousness that had built up in the back of his throat. His cheeks flushed as he typed out a response with nervous thumbs.
Fletcher: Do what?
He didn’t turn to look at Taylor, but he heard him let out a huff.
Taylor: You can’t look at me the way you did in the shower
Fletcher: Does it make you nervous?
Taylor readjusted in his seat, causing his knee to brush up against Fletcher’s. He froze. Taylor continued typing out his response.
Taylor: Did that make you nervous?
Fletcher: What are you doing? You need to stop
Taylor: Do I make you nervous?
He nudged his knee against Fletcher’s again before moving it away. Fletcher felt sick. This was bad.
Fletcher: Are you trying to make me nervous?
Taylor: Is it working?
This was so bad. Fletcher was done for.
18
The Confession Game
It was quiet on the bus as they drove back to the hotel. They played a grueling game against Buffalo and lost by three points. And everyone in the league would consider a loss to Buffalo a massive embarrassment.
A few of the guys on the team spoke softly on the phone with their loved ones, while others dozed off. Taylor wore his headphones, probably listening to whatever weird meditation thing he really liked. Fletcher thought it was like a placebo effect or something. He tried it out a few times and it somehow made him feel even less relaxed.
Fletcher felt like a zombie as he and Taylor made their way back up to their room, suddenly wishing he hadn’t woken up early that morning to go for a run. Neither of them exchanged a word as they slipped off their shoes.
Fletcher somehow managed to lose his balance as he bent down to untie his shoelaces. Taylor quickly reached out to steady him. “Careful,” Taylor said softly. He gripped Fletcher’sarm as Fletcher finally found his balance and leaned back up. He locked eyes with Taylor, and Taylor didn’t immediately let go of him. A sea of nerves ran through his entire body when he read the look in Taylor’s eyes. Like there was a hint of longing. Fletcher swallowed.
They held each other’s gaze for a few more beats before Taylor abruptly cleared his throat and let go of Fletcher’s arm. Taylor silently walked over to his bed near the window and sat on the edge to look out.
Fletcher quietly grabbed a shirt and some sweats to change into before heading to the bathroom. His mind went back to the night in Boston. He left the door open on purpose, hoping Taylor would open it up and walk in on him. The way Taylor watched him in awe as Fletcher jerked himself off would permanently be ingrained into his mind.
Fletcher swore to himself as his cock twitched in excitement at the thought of Taylor. He couldn’t help himself as he reached down to cup himself through the thick fabric material of his sweats as he tried to tell his cock to calm down. This shouldn’t be happening.
Somehow even thought of Taylor had become synonymous with the pinnacle of attractiveness as Fletcher continued to grow hard.
Fletcher groaned as he left the bathroom and slumped down onto the middle of his bed.
“What’s wrong?” Taylor asked as he turned to look at him.
“Nothing, I’m fine,” Fletcher said plainly.
