All Chapters of HEATED OFFSIDES : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Logan"What the fuck?" Nate nearly yells, and Coach snaps his head toward him, his eyes narrowing on the boy."Watch that tone, Nate," he snaps.Nate looks down, and I can see him biting his lip hard to keep his mouth shut. If I didn't hate him, that would have been a very hot look on him."Why do I have to room with him?" he whines, clearly not wishing to enrage Coach any longer with his fits."Because that is the decision of the housing department," Coach responds, and even I can see the obvious lie."Pftttt." I scoff and drop my boxes on the floor. My arms are already aching from holding them for so long."Anything funny, Logan?" Coach asks without sparing me a glance, his eyes still fixed on Nate.I roll my eyes before responding. "It's just so convenient that housing decided to room me with him. And you're here at the same time.""I don't know what you're insinuating, Hayes, but as you know, the semester has already begun, and the dorms were already allocated. Nate's roommate her

NateI've never seen someone look at me with such eyes. It's like I'm the only thing that matters. Of course, the one very prominent thing in his gaze is lust. Overwhelming lust. The way his eyes are practically glazed over like he's in a trance. Fuck, that looks hot.Does he think I'm hot? Oh shit, he definitely thinks I'm hot.He doesn't even know I'm seeing him. That I turned my body slightly, against my better judgment, to give him a better view. Even when I hate this stupid prick.His eyes trace my body up until my chest, and then his light brown eyes meet mine. All I can see is him looking up at me that night, taking my cock in his mouth.He tears his eyes away immediately and starts to shuffle through his things.Fuck, fuck, fuck. That was crazy. I look away and start putting my gear on, the black jersey coming on last.Glancing down to get my skates, my eyes glide over my cock and I've sprouted a larger tent. Fuck, fuck, fuck, shit.Distant chatter fills the locker room, echoi

Nate My legs carry me across campus, sprinting to the lecture halls. Gosh, why did I think it was a good idea to sleep at the apartment on a weekday? Especially when I don't have access to a car like I used to in high school. Note to self: make Dad give you a car no matter how much of an ass he wants to be. Barely missing someone's shoulders, I brush past a group and barge into the hall. The sound of the door is like a bomb in the night, and my heart drops to my stomach. God, the ground better just open up and swallow me now. From the top of the lecture hall, all eyes turn back, looking up at me, standing at the top of the auditorium. The eyes of various colours scan me, and I rake my eyes across them, stuck in the same half-walk pose I was in when I stepped in. My eyes land on the lecturer at the front of the auditorium below. His dark eyes are set in a stone expression, and a cold sweat breaks on my face at the look he gives me. Swallowing hard and with my heart thundering

Logan Since Friday, Nate had not come back to the dorm. I was used to it at this point. I was used to his weak attempts to stay away from me. But we shared most classes and he would make sure to sit on the other end of the lecture hall. At least he wasn't a haughty jerk anymore. What he did now was ignore me. Even when I tried to rile him up. He'd just go quiet. And in a way, I liked it. Maybe me trying to rile him up was just me trying to see if he would attack like he used to. And now, we live in a weird peace. So anyways, I just assumed he wouldn't be back for another week. Only, I was wrong. So very fucking wrong. And here I am, standing stark naked, water dripping from every crevice of my body; my arms, legs, and even my dick. Straight from the bathroom and Nate is in front of me in only boxers and a singlet. And fuck. He's hot. I mean, look at those toned muscles. Those blue eyes and that hair. My eyes trail downwards until I spot the growing tent in his boxers. His dick

Logan Now I feel like a big pile of shit. I mean, I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but now that I have heard, I can't help feeling like I'm only an addition to Nate's troubles. His dad is... a very, very large prick. How could he say that about Nate?!! I mean, except if his brother turned out to be a drug dealer or something. But the Nate I have come to know is far from being anything other than a stellar player. And now, with Nate lying on his bed, with his back to me and his phone screen still on, I can't even do anything. He must be feeling horrible. No. I can't do anything. It's not my place. But we made out yesterday. Well, that doesn't mean anything, and he has refused to talk about it. Why do I even care? Not like he's been nice to me. Since we'd been forced to live together and we literally share most classes, we've developed a healthy stalemate, which, if you didn't guess, is staying away from each other. What was his second rule again? Mind your business. So why can'