Okay, this is the last chapter before the epilogue... This book has been out for a month exactly by the time I publish the epilogue... Thank y'all so much for reading... So much...
As most everyone knows, I use writing to cope and to bring recognition to things, mainly mental illnesses/disorders in teenage boys that is somewhere around the same age group as people that read my books.
I have loved writing this book. It's helped tremendously. It didn't go as best as I wanted it too, I would've liked to add more near the beginning, maybe I shouldn't have dragged it out so much with Chase and Max... But oh fucking well!
Hope y'all enjoy this chapter, y'all don't know how long I've planned the dugout scene out-
Sadly, i don't have a cute smut scene before the last chapter like my other books... But this has like the smallest amount...
"It's hot as balls out here."
"It's like, 60°..."
Clyde shrugged, throwing the ball back at Chase. "Still feels hot..."
It was actually really nice out. Pratice was more bearable. Especially since Max was constantly looking over at Chase from the other side of the field.
It was now March, Chase's birthday was right around the corner. He's been with Max for two months, it felt like so much longer.
The weather was somewhat warming up. Maybe Chase and Max could fuck on the roof without freezing for the first minute or two.
"You and Max still together?"
Chase's cheeks heated up, he nodded, glancing over at his boyfriend, who was throwing a ball with some teammate.
"That's good, are y'all happy?"
Chase nodded again, smiling. Clyde sounded genuinely caring and was happy for Chase.
They contiued throwing the ball back and forth before the whistle blew. The coach told Chase to go in the dugout for a short break before pitching.
The coaches sometimes breathed down Chase's neck, making sure he drank water because they think it was overworking and dehydration that made him pass out that one time.
Technically, it was the reason though.
Chase rolled his shoulders back before grabbing his water bottle. He glanced at the field, seeing that Max was talking to a coach.
Actually, talking.
Chase thinks Max simply asked to use the bathroom, but that was a huge accomplishment for Max. He still doesn't even talk to or around Winter much, only a word or two near her.
"Hey, Max, did-"
"Stand closer to the bench."
With a raised eyebrow, Chase took a few steps back. He opened his mouth to speak, but closed it right as Max dropped to his knees.
The blonde unbuttoned and unzipped Chase's baseball pants, rubbing at his crotch. Max was glad Chase didn't wear his cup or else this entire situation would've quickly gotten embaressing.
"Max!" Chase shrieked softly, looking around frantically. Everyone was still throwing balls around on the inner and outer field. No one could see them with all the bags in the way. "I have like 30 seconds!"
"I can make you cum in 20."
Just that sentance made Chase harden. Max pulled down the front of Chase's underwear, just enough for his dick to pop out.
