Brian
The team was clearing off the field as Brian started on a few stretches. He stole a few appreciative glances at his teammates’ tight asses and some caught his gaze on them. They started grabbing at each other’s asses lasciviously but good naturedly. Brian flipped them off and was just about ready to start on his extra drills when he noticed Oliver lingering in his peripheral vision.
“I can’t stay long,” Oliver said. “I have work.”
Brian eyed him, trying to remain indifferent to the solid mass of testosterone walking over, a few feet away from him. “Yeah? You work construction after hours?”
“f**k you,” Oliver said. He got some of his spunk back and dropped his gear, doing some of his own stretches. “I work at Seasons.”
“Badass barista. I like it.”
“I can make a latte that will m
