First of all, thank you for reading this, second this is your first and last warning, this story not only contains GUY ON GUY but this also features incest. You have been warned so if you obviously hate this kind of thing, well there IS such a thing as a BACK ARROW or the little red X at the top of your browser that you can click, no problem.

4:15 p.m.

A tall brunette sighed heavily, resting his head on a hand.

'C'mon coach…'

"You can see here that Rocinante has gotten better at defense in this play, we might have to blitz more often in Friday's game."

The silence in the room was heavy, broken only by the scratch of a pencil on paper. Blue eyes drifted back to the digital clock hung above the flickering TV. set.

4:18 p.m.

'Jesus will he ever shut up?'

Dian knew that studying the opponents plays were essential to winning, but he really wanted to get to the physical aspect of football. It's what exhilarated him to no end. That and the added sight of a certain someone in a sweaty football jersey, hair mussed up by the helmet. A small shiver slid down his spine at the mental image.

'Yeah… I love to see him like that… face flushed, eyes a bit unfocused as if I've just got done fuc-'

"Dian! Are you paying attention?" A hand slammed down on the table right next to him. Dian jumped and peeped up nervously through his bangs. Coach Brady was glaring down at him, eyes screaming disapproval.

"Not really, sir…"

"Not really? Not really? Do you want to win Friday?"

Dian nodded meekly, "Then pay attention!"

The large man returned to the front of the room, continuing his lecture.

"Man… you got off pretty easy," a quiet familiar voice whispered. Dian snuck a glance at the speaker and smirked. His twin, Damon, was shaking his head.

"Yeah, this time," Dian replied coyly.

"Pay attention, Dian."

Dian frowned at the rebuke but shrugged it off and settled down to listen to the rest of Brady's rant.

An hour and tons of back breaking exercises later, the football team playfully joked and jostled each other around, getting ready to go home. Dian purposely undressed slowly, knowing his pals were eager to get home, and Damon was helping the manager clean up.

"Dude, I'm so psyched for the game Friday!"

"We'll kick their asses!"

A chorus of 'hell yeahs' ensued.

Out of the corner of his eye, Dian saw his brother slip into the locker room.

'God… he is smoking hot…'

Dian sat in tortured silence as the last of his teammates left and inch of agonizing inch of his twin's smooth skin was bared. Sparing a quick look to his pants he winced, 'Shit I'm already half-hard.'

"Dian? Are you going to just sit there…? Or are you going to shower so we can go home?" Damon rested a hand on his hips, chest bared for Dian's viewing pleasure.

"Yeah I'm going to shower."

Damon scratched his head, messing his lighter brown hair up more. He eyed his brother suspiciously, "Right… Just hurry up."

Dian couldn't help but glare at the offending white, fluffy towel that blocked the sight of Damon's tight ass as he disappeared into the shower room.

'Hmm… Don't do it and go home horny? Or take the risk?' The sound of water on tile made his decision.

I know it's really, really short but here's the first chapter and I hope you like. =D