TOBY "You guys are still here?” Diesel asks, pulling his mouth off my dick and wiping his chin. I jolt upright, scrambling to cover myself with my towel, but it’s way too late for that. Omar and Cole saw everything. “Yeah, you have our stuff in your locker, remember?” Omar says. “But what the fuck, man? This is what you guys stuck around for? To go down on each other?” Diesel shrugs. “I mean, yeah, kinda.” That’s all he says. No excuses, no explanations. Omar folds his arms, shaking his head, but Cole just stands there staring. His eyes move from Diesel to me, then back to Diesel. There’s something in his expression I can’t read—not quite anger, not quite disgust. Something else. “Is our whole team gay now or what? First Micah, now you guys,” Omar mutters. “We’re not gay, man, chill. We were just blowing off some steam, right, Tobs?” “Right,” I say, still trying to catch my breath. “Really? Because lying on top of each other with your cocks in each other’s mouths seems pretty gay to
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