If Damon could stop looking at his team captain, he might actually concentrate on what was actually happening on the football field.

"Damon!", Mr. Burton yelled.

He changed back to normal no longer focusing on... Ted Thompson.

"Yeah coach!"

"Go in there and play defense stupid!"

He shook it out of his head so he could play without thinking about his... fine ass... captain. Lord... practice was taking long today.

When gym was over Damon took the longest shower in history. It was just mostly him standing under the water now, head against the wet walls.

"Damon!", shouted Ted, walking in the locker room. "I know your in here, i hear the shower"

Ted walked over towards the showers, he looked at the ground, it was entirely soaked. "Damon, are you jacking it in there?"

Damon rolled his eyes and forced open the curtain. Ted grinned showing off his gap. "Don't stare at it", said Damon.

"I've been looking everywhere for you"

"Well you found me. Toss me a towel"

Ted tossed him a towel, he wasn't trying to cover up anything. He dried his neck and looked at his short captain.

"Stop looking at it!", he demanded.

"Oh! I was staring? Sorry man", he laughed. "So... you've been acting a little distracted. What's up?"

"Nothing", he lied. Ted and Damon a thing, a football sort of thing. It was just... poking at him every five minutes.

"Aw, come on, tell me", Ted pressed.

He went into his locker and pulled out some clothes when he flinched and turned around.

"Tell me", Ted smiled.

"Don't hit me a again"

Ted whipped a wet towel across his ass again anyhow.

"Ted!"

"Tell me"

"No!"

"Then imma keep whippin' you"

"I ain't nobody's whippin' boy"

"Oh yeah? Prove it. Big bad Damon West"

He tackled him to the ground. They looked at each other, Damon was in a trance staring at those blue eyes.

"Your naked!" Ted shouted.

Damon kissed the boy on the lips. "You like it that way"

"Maybe", he said.

"Maybe? The fuck you mean maybe"

"Maybe baby"

Damon sighed and got off the boy. Ted got up as well and grabbed him from behind, his hands were all over his stomach.

"Ted what are you doing?"

"I don't get to touch you enough", he said

Ted kissed his shoulders as he traced his rippled stomach. Damon turned in his arms, he liked how short Ted was compared to him. He hated it when Damon kissed his forehead and attempted to lift him up.

"Ah! Fuck me... Damon!"

Ted was held up against the wet Walls of the shower. His nails at left marks on Damon's back. Their skin was glossy was the sweat and Damon wasn't being gentle. He bit down on his shoulders and his nails dug into Ted's thighs.

There was something about ramming his captain that just... made him feel so higher than him. At the end of the day, Ted was all his.

"Damon!", Ted yelled.

"Again", demanded Damon. "Say it again"

He was thinking about it all fucking day, that tight ass running down the field. And it felt so fucking good.

"Ow... ow..."

"It didn't hurt that bad", said Damon.

"You grip my ass, you bite me and i think you tried to choke me"

"It's all good", chuckled Damon.

"I'm not sure if i like you West"

"You seemed to be liking me in that locker room"

"Foul play was involved! Completely out of conduct"

"Watch you gon' do cap, red flag me? Put me on the bench?"

"I hate you so much"

Damon stood in front of him and leaned to kiss him. "Love you too"