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Jake walked out of the shower room, drying off his back with a towel. His body ached and burned with the fresh feeling of wrestling practice. He made his way over to his locker, opening it and looking for his clothes. He sighed with an annoyed frown to see they weren't there. He looked around, beginning to make his way down another row of lockers.
As he crept around, a little hunched over at a weak attempt to hide his dick, he picked up on the quiet tapping of wet feet against the concrete floor. He stopped, then whipped around to see Rich Goranski, smiling widely. And he held Jake's clothes in his arms tight against his wet, naked body. Jake's face contorted into annoyance as he reached for his clothes.
Rich jumped back, nearly slipping on the wet floor, "Woah! You could've made me fall and crack my head open! Rude!" Jake lunged at him again, backing Rich up, sending his body slamming against the locker. "Ow, Jake, are you serious?" Rich winced. Jake grabbed his shoulders, pressing them into the cold metal behind them. "What's wrong with you? Why would you take my stuff?!"
Rich cracked a smile again, forcing his eyes to stay away from Jake's exposed member. "Because I like seeing you angry," he replied smugly. Jake groaned, shoving him against the locker again in agitation. He ripped his clothes from Rich's grasp, walking away from him. "Are you actually mad?" Rich asked, following after Jake.
"Dude, can you put some clothes on? You're acting fucking gay, following me around naked." Jake snapped at him. "Okay, first of all, I'm not gay. Second of all, I'm not going to put clothes on because it pisses you off." Rich replied.
Jake sighed again, walking back to his locker and pulling on his boxers. "C'mon, Jakey... Lighten up," Rich mockingly cooed. He practically skipped over to him, placing his hands on his shoulders and rubbing his muscles, "Who pissed in your Cheerios?"
Jake shoved him off, throwing a shirt over himself. "You! What're you talking about? And why do you keep touching me?" Jake demanded. "What? Can't I just admire my best friend? " Rich said with a teasing smirk. Jake shook his head, looking around for his pants. Rich clutched the fabric behind his back, moving closer to Jake. Something burned inside of him, something eager and lustful. This feeling he had been ignoring while looking at Jake since they'd become friends at the beginning of sophomore year.
Every other time, he'd been shocked by his SQUIP. But the SQUIP was gone, and now Rich could look at Jake all that he wanted. And he could feel every bit of that horny feeling he felt towards his best friend. He hadn't told Jake that he was Bisexual yet. Whoops.
"Dude!" Jake jumped back, his eyes widening. Rich followed his gaze, realizing he was staring at his own hardened dick. "Oh, shit," Rich swore, his face going red. "W-was that me? Did I do that?!" Jake stammered, his face flushing. "Well, I said I was admiring you," Rich replied, keeping his tone cool. He couldn't panic, he couldn't back out from this now.
Jake and Rich stood there awkwardly before Rich moved swiftly towards Jake, leaning up to capture his lips in a kiss. They froze again, stunned. Their faces were flushed, their eyes wide with shock. Rich let out a breath. Had he seriously just done that? Maybe he did actually need a SQUIP. He shouldn't have let Jeremy get rid of them. He should've stopped in somehow.
"Bro, you're gay?" Jake broke the silence. Rich was a little surprised to hear that's the first thing that came to Jake's mind. "Uh, well," Rich didn't get to finish. He felt his body be slammed back into the metal lockers behind him, then his lips be enveloped in another kiss.
It was feverish and rushed, and it didn't feel good. But to the both of them, it felt great. They didn't pull away afterwards, Jake's neck craned down to meet Rich at an uncomfortable angle. They were panting and out of breath, Rich's legs trembling as Jake's leg kept brushing against his member.
"Dude... When we wrestled during practice the first night we came back..." Jake began, "That was like the horniest I've felt in my life." Jake had this look on his face, the same look he got when he had a thought that, in reality, wasn't as mindblowing as he thought it was. But for Jake, most things were mindblowing.
"Dude... You're gay? " Jake repeated, looking around before looking back down at his friend. "Woah... I think I'm whatever you are. " Rich felt catastrophic towards Jake's words. Was this seriously happening, did Jake actually just say that to him? "What, like Bi? " Rich inquired.
"Yeah, yeah, that one!" Jake exclaimed excitedly. "Bro, no way," Rich let out a huff, grabbing Jake by the shoulders and kissing him again. Their hands grabbed at each other's bodies hungrily, suppressing moans as Rich bucked his hips against Jake's thigh.
Jake's hands grabbed Rich's thighs, picking him up and holding him against the wall of the locker room. They separated, Jake's head dropping to Rich's neck. He bit and sucked deep red marks into his pale skin. Rich let out a loud groan, foreshadowing the end of their meeting.
The door to the locker room slammed open, and their coach's angry voice rang through the concrete room. "Hey! Who's in here? You should've been gone 20 minutes ago," he shouted. "S-sorry, coach, I took too long in the shower," Jake called back, dropped Rich to his feet, and rushed to pick his pants up off the floor, beginning to hurriedly put them on.
"Yeah, and I was," Rich thought for a moment, rushing to find his own clothes. "Uh, lunch didn't sit well with me," he made a face at his own rushed reasoning. "Oh, I heard you, Goranski. What's wrong with you? Maybe you should stay away from dairy," their couch replied. Jake laughed at that, watching Rich struggle to put on his shirt with a smile.
They finished getting changed, grabbed their bags, and wrestling gear before rushing towards the door. Their coach stood in the doorway that was hidden from the rest of the room. "Uh, yeah, I'll lay off on the dairy," Rich replied, sheepish for the first time in what felt like years. "And tell your girlfriend to stop chewing on the side of your neck, we have a meet on Saturday."
Their coach landed a smack on the back of Rich's head, Jake kept that proud smirk on his face, as if he'd won an award. "Yeah, Rich, tell her to keep her hands to herself," Jake chided mockingly. Rich scowled at him as they walked out into the brisk, early-spring air. The outside of their school was illuminated by street lamps, cars scattered sporadically around the large parking lot.
"So," Jake began, his proud smirk softening into a nervous grin. "Wanna stay the night? I think we need more practice before our meet." Rich's cheeks flushed at that, giving him a knowing smile. "Yeah... Yeah, bro, I think we need a lot more practice before Friday."