All Chapters of HEATED OFFSIDES : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Nate"Oh my gosh, Mom, please. I'm grown. I don't need to have a party at home." Dylan whines, talking to his mom on a video call while the rest of us just lounge and create chaos in the background.She's used to it. And she loves us. All of us."I'm just saying I wanna see you on your birthday this year, honey. You don't need to have the party here.""You always say that and make me stay over and have the party.""Not to mention you won't even be happy if we don't win that game next week." Cam quips by my side as I lounge on the bean bag in the living room, playing with a Rubik's cube."Is that Cam?" Dylan's mom says, and we all roll our eyes playfully, including Cam. "Let me see him."Cam bounces like a huge puppy and lands smack on the couch next to Dylan."Hey, Ma." He waves at her on the phone screen."Hello, honey, how are you? Oh my God, you look so thin. Are you and Dylan even eating properly? Hope you're not practicing to the bone?""We're fine, Annie." He just smiles at her.

Nate Idle chatter continues in the locker room as we strip off our gear and step into the bathroom stalls. Sticking to Dylan's side, I enter the stall with him and the rest, making sure that Logan is in the third stall. The last thing I need is to get a hard-on in the middle of a damn shower. After that, we all dress up and wait for the coach to address us like he always does after every game. "I'll let them know." He says it into the phone as he steps into the doorway. "They'll hate me for it." He smiles and ends the call. He stuffs his phone in his pocket and holds up the clipboard in his other hand. "Okay, boys, can I get a high five?" He raises his hand, and all of us jump, and the yells and chants resume. After almost a full 20 minutes of cheering and celebrating, we finally quiet down to let Coach speak. "That was a wonderful game out there. I do have criticisms." We all let out a collective groan at that. "But I'll save them for later." He continues with a warm smile,

Nate Logan tips the glass up, emptying its contents into his mouth. I just watch from afar, an energy drink in my hand. I don't actually want to drink. I can't drink. I have to practice tomorrow. Alone. Like I always do on Sundays. Well, at least most Sundays. The party drags on until the evening when the sun sets and we start playing beer pong. Logan is surprisingly very good at it, but Cam is better. And I'm on Logan's team. He throws the ping-pong ball and it lands inside the cup. Cam downs a shot of alcohol and continues. Logan misses the next one and drinks another shot. He goes on until he's a wobbling mess and can barely even throw. "Okay, that's enough. You win, Cam," I say, grabbing Logan's mumbling self and draping his arm over my shoulder. "Of course I win. No one's better at this than me," he smirks, and I just roll my eyes and help Logan up. "I'm gonna take him to my room. Please chase everyone away when you're done." Cam nods absentmindedly, listening to some

Logan Turns out, I slept really early. All because of Nate. Because tell me why I am waking up by 4 a.m. all on my own. Without any alarm. And I don't even feel sleepy anymore. Not to mention, there is a human-sized koala wrapped around me. He really hasn't left me since he held on to me. I kinda feel horrible. I have never seen him like that before. Whatever it was that hit him like that, I hope it's over. He may be a jerk and a prick. A humongous prick. But he shouldn't be hurting like this. I glance around. It's still dark outside and my phone is on my bed. Shit, if I move, I'm gonna wake him. I'm so bored. It's been at least 40 minutes since I woke up and I can't even move. An itch crawls up my nose and I scratch it. In the next second, I'm haunted by a sneeze. I cover my hand over my mouth, but I'm loud either way, and Nate jerks up. Great, he's awake anyway. He sits up and shakes his head, his hair all messed up and falling all over his eyes. He runs his hands throug

LoganMy eyes flutter open to the brightness of the morning sun, high up in the sky.It's, like, really bright. I turn to see Nate still sleeping peacefully by my side. My body finally feels like my own again. Still weak, but at least there's some strength in my bones, and my legs don't feel like jelly anymore.I toss the blanket away and sit up on the bed. My ass still feels weird but not loose the way I imagined it may be. In fact, it's still the same. I feel weird inside. Like a part of me has been touched that I can never forget about.Am I about to tell Nate that that was my first time having anal sex? Definitely not. I mean, I have made out with boys and given and received blow jobs, and I have fucked another boy. But this was my first time getting fucked, and it was very awesome.But I'm not about to say that to Nate. Wouldn't want to feed that ego any more than that.Placing my feet on the floor, I brace my hands on the bed and lift myself.I still feel slightly exhausted and