Semua Bab Sidelined Hearts : An M x M Original : Bab 51 - Bab 60

ColeThe man in front of me isn't all that big. To be fair, he's a good head taller than I am, but he's fairly lean with a sexy build I can totally get into. But overall, he isn't some massive hulk. The problem lies entirely with the way he carries himself. Christian Thompson is what I would like to call a royal grump. Everything about him screams, "I prefer not to be talked to, looked at, or absolutely disturbed in any way possible" Coupled with the perpetual snarky frown on his face, it's easy to not want to be around the guy. I can see why his teammates keep him at arms length. I'm not sure I'll be brave enough to approach someone like him to make friends with if he was in my team. The one person who doesn't think he's a bit stiff is probably one of the most fearless person's on earth. And I stand by that statement. Just staring at the guy, I'm not sure if I should just call it quites and run away, or try to talk to him. The latter is probably the wiser option since I've

Christian I try to mask my surprise, I really do, and for various reasons too. For one, this Cole guy probably doesn't know that Ashford went around tell me what he was doing in the toilet stall. And second, I really did not have to know that information. Now I know Cole is gay too, and frankly it pisses me off. So this is the guy who had Ashford's supposedly "pretty cock" down his throat, in a toilet stall nonetheless. Yeah, pretty cock. Although I'll deny I'll been the first to understand if the guys cock is beautiful. Everything about him is. I despise it. A frown forms on my face when I think about how impatient they must have been not to be able to get a room or something. At a public bathroom has to be the height of indecency. I'm not surprised that the prissy little shit, Ashford did something like that, but this guy? He looks relatively normal. Of course he's pretty. Beautiful shiny hair, and those round eyes that look like they belong on fucking does.

Christian My stance remained rigid, and it takes everything I have in me not to punch this guy in the face. And it's not because he's spoken out of turn, or he's said the wrong thing to me, or even because he's told a lie. No. Absolutely not. It infuriates me more than anything because I know how true his words are. This is what I am. This random stranger from nowhere who I've never met before has a better grasp on what my reality is than I am. And I've been living the life for thirty three fucking tears. Over three decades spent living as a homophobic bully, while fighting against the one thing I am. Cole folds his hand over his chest, before he pins me with a dry look that betrays the anger shimmering in his eyes. "You know what? I don't even know why I'm so surprised by this. After everything

AshfordMy eyes blink in rapid motion as I take in the slightly massive frame of the person walking out of the toilet stall right this instant. Cole is still standing in front of me, and I think he's saying something, but I can't really hear him, or process what the hell he's saying either. The only thing I can think about is the man walking forward with his head bowed and a certain tightness to his features too. Just like Cole's. That pulls me out of the spell, and I look back to my friend who still looks slightly pissed, but a bit less annoyed than when I'd bumped into him. "Hey? Earth to Ash?" His small voice says, and my eyes move back to Christian against my will. I moist my lips just at the exact moment that his eyes lift to meet mine, and my eyes follow the movement of his jaw. The way he swallows before really taking in the scene in front of him. Cole and I, who still stand with his back to Christian, but I can see something like recognition flare in his eyes. This is

Christian.I shuffle uncomfortably on my feet and shoot a scornful glare at the man in front of me. "I've told you. I'm not a faggot. Stop shoving this nonsense on me." My words don't even sound like they're coming from me. Or maybe because I'm so hard, I fear my dick might split in sheer two. And it's not even my fault. Because why the hell is the man fucking pouting with his hands folded over his chest. He's not even a twink, and he acts like he was born to like only men. Cole scoffs and gives Ashford a disgusted look. "Can you freaking stop with the slurs? You're so infuriating." I watch as he clenches his fist so hard, I wonder if he won't bruise himself if he doesn't keep that up. To my surprise, Ashford bursts into wild unrestrained laughter, before closing more of the distance between us. Before I can stop him, he places his hand on my shoulder in a somewhat affectionate manner and I freeze. "Ignore him Cole, he's a bigoted asshole, but he's hot, isn't he?" My body