Like he really wanted it. Like he’d wanted to say it the whole goddamn time.
Trevor hadn’t thought he’d singled Lane out to tell for that reason, but the more he considered the possibility, he wasn’t sure he could dismiss it entirely.
“Who said I did?” Trevor asked, trying to drag his uncooperative, distracted mind back to what was most important: which was, of course,football.
Lane rolled his eyes. “Who do you think?”
“Aidan, obviously,” Trevor muttered. It did not feel great that the future, guaranteed Hall of Fame quarterback thought he needed more work. It felt even less great that he and Lane hadtalkedabout it, behind his back.
Trevor made a face.
Nudging him, Lane said, “Come on, don’t sulk. It’s not hot.”
It was hard to resist retorting that Lane hadjustsaid he was hot, this morningandlast night, too, but Trevor swallowed the words back. This wasn’t about the offer Lane had made, and the last thing he wanted was for Lane to realize just how much Trevor had been obsessing about it. It would be even worse if Lane realized that Trevor’s shitty practice had been because he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it.
“You’re mean,” Trevor whined.
“Yeah, but you like it,” Lane teased.
And fuck, Trevor wanted to deny it. Wanted to say no, that was bullshit. But the way arousal was buzzing under his skin now made it difficult to pretend.
“Whatever,” Trevor retorted.
Maybeheknew, but that didn’t mean Lane needed to know.
Still, Trevor couldn’t help but think of what Lanehadn’tsaid at the end of practice.
“And hey,” Trevor said, shoving an elbow into Lane’s side as they headed towards their lockers, “don’t pull that shit on me again.”
“What shit?” Lane asked absently.
“Taking it easy on me during practice because of . . . um. Well, you know.”
Lane grinned. “What am I supposed to know?”
“Youknow,” Trevor complained.
“I literally came in here and told you that we’re doing extra reps before practice tomorrow.”
“That was Aidan,” Trevor pointed out.
Lane stripped off his shoulder pads and then the rest of his protective gear. Trevor had just seen him shirtless, damp from the shower, and he’d looked then. But now he glanced over andfelt his face burning, just at the thought that he couldtouchall of that. Lane had told him that he could. That hewantedhim to.
He looked away, hoping that his dick would get back on the same page and remember that they were atwork, currently.
“Still,” Trevor said pointedly. “You took it easy on me.”
“Oh, what, you want me to be hard on you now?” Lane said with a smirk that should have annoyed, but instead made Trevor want to cup the back of his neck and drag him down to Trevor’s level. Press their mouths together until he finally shut up.
“I want you to benormalabout it,” Trevor hissed.
“I’m totally normal,” Lane said, which was a fucking lie. He held his arms up like he was innocent. Which was hilarious, because Lane had never been innocent a day in his life.
Which is why he’d be perfect to experiment with,Trevor’s dick reminded him unhelpfully.
Trevor shoved that thought aside. He was going to have no choice but to finish stripping down and head to the shower in a minute, and if his cock didn’t get on the same page, things were going to get uncomfortable real quick.
“Well, I wouldn’t go that far,” Trevor retorted.
