Story 2:

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Chapter 1:

Coach wasn't pleased. Or if he was he wasn't showing it. Actually, we know he isn't happy with up. Cause he growled and then shooed up into the locker rooms. The locker room that smells like axe and is only interesting before a game when Coach lets us fight each other for the hell of it.

Today, however, was different.

"Dude," Someone whispered as we came in. "There's a chick in the locker room."

A girl in the guys locker room was unheard of. Whereas the guys sneak their way into the girls locker room all the time, they didn't return the favor. At least not until today. And because we're all guys, we rushed to where the girl was. When we got there. I groaned.

She was sitting on the floor in front of my locker playing on my phone and wearing my sweatshirt. Only my sweatshirt. Her blonde hair was pulled to one side, her bare legs and feet were crossed off to the side of her, and her brown eyes were moving back and forth as her fingers moved quickly as she played some kind of game on my phone.

"Max."

She looked up and grinned at me. "Hey Fang."

The realization of what she was wearing made me shove all the other guys away from the corner where my locker was. They all grumbled, either because looked Max looked hotter than usual or because their locker are over here.

I kneeled down beside her, blocking the few idiots who were peeking their heads in view. "What are you wearing?"

She went back to playing her game. "Nudge stole all my clothes after practice." She stated.

"Why would she do that?"

Max glanced up at me. "Cause we're fighting."

"You and Nudge?"

"No, you idiot, me and you."

I frowned. "So she stole your clothes, why?"

"Cause she knew you'd help me."

I swallowed. "So she left you with nothing."

"Nope, I have nothing on under your sweatshirt. It's a good thing you're tall right?"

Right. My sweatshirt went down to her mid-thigh, still shorter than she usually wore and showing off her long legs, and the sleeves went past her hands.

"Nothing at all?"

She grinned at me, probably seeing where my mind was going. "Nervous?"

Yes. The last times she was this publicly indecent was when we had a water gun fight at some freshmen year party and she was wearing a thin white shirt. Up until now, the closest to indecent people have seen her in is when she wearing a conservative bikini at the lake or pool.

I leaned down and kissed her.

It was quick and almost desperate. When I pulled back to look her at her, her grin had widened. "You can't control yourself. Can you?"

I jumped up. "I need a shower. Don't move. And ignore all the guys who stop by to stare at you."

She waved me off. "Yeah, yeah. Lemme guess, cold shower?"

Max POV

When Fang came back, he was in his usual black jeans and tight black shirt instead of his practice clothes. He stuffed all of his crap in his bag quickly and zipped it up. He held his hand out.

I took it and he pulled me up. "Fastest shower ever." I commented.

He shook his head and pulled me behind him as we left. "Couldn't leave you alone with these pigs for long. Not like that."

I glanced behind me and saw everyone was staring. I shot them a smile before Fang realized what I was doing and pushed me in front of him.

In the hallway his arm hesitantly went around my waist, his usual position. Except this time he wouldn't actually lay his hand down on my hip, it just hovered.

"What are you doing?"

I watched him swallow. "Don't know where to put my hand." He mumbled. To prove his point he slid his hand up to rest on my shoulders. A position I know he hates cause it's awkward to walk.

I pull his hand down and twine my fingers through his and then drop them so they swing in between us. Almost immediately, his breathing calms down and we manage to walk down the school hallways in our usual comfortable silence. The only sound came from my bare feet hitting the ground.

Fang looked down at my feet. "Piggyback ride?"

I laughed. "No way. You definitely won't be able to control yourself then."

As soon as I say it, he shakes his head furiously. Probably trying to clear the image. "Gee thanks, Max."

I grin and the silence covers us again. My mind wonders back to why I'm even in his sweatshirt in the first place. This morning, after Fang parked, we stomped off in different directions. The minute Nudge caught up to me, she demanded an explanation. But the thing was, this kind of thing wasn't one of Fang and mine's usual little spats. When I refused to tell Nudge what was going on, she knew something was different from our usual fights and then tore down the hallway to figure it out.

When she couldn't, she stole my clothes from the locker room when I went to rinse off. When I came up, there were no towels and no clothes. Not even my bra and underwear. I sprinted to the guys locker room, knowing they were still in practice, and stole Fang's sweatshirt. Up until this moment, I had forgotten Fang and I hadn't spoken all day. Minus the screaming (Fang: slightly raised voice Me: yelling my head off) match this morning.

I frowned with the realization. Fang noticed. "What's wrong?"

"Are we still fighting?"

He laughed, or chuckled, and brought me closer. He dropped my hand and placed his on my ribs and kissed my temple. "No. We're not still fighting."

"Good because at lunch I had to listen to Nudge. And you know her, she never shuts up."

His chest rumbled, but made no sound. "Sorry I pushed you." He said.

I looked up at him. "Sorry I wore a tight, short shirt."

He groaned, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. "So tight." He remembered. "It's almost as bad as right now."

When we finally reached his truck, he all but threw me into the passenger seat. He was in the drivers seat and pulling away in record time. We were half-way home when I said it.

"You know the windows are tinted."

Fang looked at me wide-eyed and the next thing I knew he was kissing me. This time harder and with a hint of urgency. His lips sealed against mine in a familiar way. I pulled away gasping.

"Shit, Fang, how about not in the middle of a busy road."

The thing about Fang is that while he's probably the sweetest and most gently guy out there, he doesn't have patience when it comes to this. He pushed the car to go faster and his spare hand rested on my thigh and played with the bottom of his sweatshirt.

He parked on this old, closed down trail that was twenty minutes away from any kind of civilization. We discovered it when he first got his license, but sense the rest of the trail was closed down we had lost interest in it. Until half a year ago, when our whole relationship change.

Fang, with his no patience, was already out of the car and spreading out the spare blanket he always keeps in the backseat onto the bed of his trunk. I finally made my way to the back when he finished.

"First things first," I said as he sat on the edge of the truck. "Let's make it even. Take your shirt off."

He frowned at me. "How is that even?"

I pointed to my legs. "Bare legs so bare chest."

He placed his hands on my hips and pulled me up into the bed and I threw my legs on either side of his lap so I was straddling him. He tugged his shirt off and put his lips on mine.

This time it was slow. He pulled on my top lip and secured his hands in my hair. I sucked on his bottom lip and traced his abs.

"You know what I like?" He asks as he pulls back.

"You like to be on top."

Fang rolls his eyes and both hands travel to the hem of the sweatshirt. He starts pushing it up. "I like bare Max."

Then he pulls it all the way off and tosses it to the side. The cool air hits me and he drops down to lay on his back. He pulls me down then flips us over, leaning down to kiss me again. His tongue pushed past my mouth and began to explore as my hands wonder down to his belt.

"I hate Arizona in November." I grumbled, reaching around Fang for his sweatshirt. "It's so cold."

His fingers dance along the bare skin on my back. "I can keep you warm."

I look down at him. His eyes are closed, his hair tussled, and a small smile playing on his lips. I yank the sweatshirt over my head quickly, but that doesn't stop him. He pushes one of his hands up and under and travels back to my lower back. He looks so peaceful that I can't hold in my smile.

He cracks up an eye and smiles back. "What?"

I shake my head and lay back down. "Nothing."

He kisses the top of my head, his other hand playing with my hair. "Uhhuh, sure."

"You just look so...content."

He spins a piece of hair on his finger. "I am." The wind suddenly picks up and Fang jumps. "Shit, it's cold."

He scrambles to pull on his boxers and pants, having issues with his belt when I mimic: "I can keep you warm."

He pauses with his belt issues and glances at me. "Promise?"

I raise an eyebrow. "What?"

"To keep me warm."

"Oh." I said, quickly kissing his cheek. "Nah."

I laugh as I jump out the back of the truck, though not going far before arms wind around my waist and pull me back to their chest. "Too bad." Fang mummers, kissing his way down my neck.

"Fang, stop," I whine. "Let's go. I'm hungry."

He moves his lips to kiss the corner of my mouth. "Better?" He asks, continuing his antics.

"Not that kind of hungry!"

I can feel him smirk against my skin. His smirk widens as I moan when he kissing my pulse. I push his head away and manage to untangle myself from him. I point my finger at him.

"Bad Fang."

He rolls his eyes and walks back to the truck to grab his shirt. I start folding the blanket as Fang starts his truck up.

"You're going to need to wash this." I comment, tossing the blanket in the back.

Fang glances at me then the blanket then back to me. He kissed my cheek once I'm settled into the passenger seat and then starts driving.

Before I continue, I just want to make a few things clear. First of all, Fang and I are not dating. I know it seems like it...a lot, but we're just best friends. With benefits. Damn good benefits. It all started when his girlfriend cheated on him and he asked me to distract him. It didn't start off with sex. We just kind of worked our way up to it.

The second thing is: no one else knows. And we really don't plan on telling anyone anytime soon.

The third thing: actually there was really only two things. Hope you enjoy.