No one cares || Dnf

59. good job

George POV

"Man, be careful not to make me jealous of all these good looking guys, yeah?", he winked at me while running to the other boys. With a giggle I rolled my eyes, walking over to the trainer.
"So, Clay, Alex. This is rugby, not football. Nothing for little pussys. We don't have any protective padding. So don't cry if you get hurt!", the trainer announced with the ball in his hands.
Meanwhile Clay was smirking at me with his hot expression that always got me blushing.
"Alright, let's start the lineup! Just divide yourselves here quickly in the middle, ...", the trainer divided them into two groups of 6 with his hand, "...and now Guys, stand up and assign Clay and Alex an open position each!"

Clay and Alex were on opposing teams and were assigned to a random position. The trainer explained a lot. I couldn't even remember a bit of it, but I didn't have to. I didn't play, Clay did. And he was good at memorizing, and from the straight nodding expression on his face I could tell that he understood everything exactly.

"Let's just try", the trainer eventually said when he finished explaining the play.
Everyone nodded and Clay got ready. Alex's team had the ball. When the quarterback shouted "Hut!", the ball was thrown backwards to him like it was in rugby and football.

Everyone ran through each other and my eyes stayed on Clay, whose eyes were on the ball. The quarterback threw the ball in the direction of Clay's team and aimed at a teammate behind Clay who had run there. But Clay saw it quickly, jumped up and caught the ball. It looked so epic to me. When he had the ball in his arms and hit the ground again, he looked around briefly, very likely looking for a teammate to throw him the ball, but he was immediately surrounded by opponents. Then he decided to do it himself and pushed one of the opponents away. He ran into the mark and hit the ball on the floor.

"YES!", I screamed and threw my hands in the air.
"Wow Clay, that was amazing!", the trainer clapped.
One of Clay's team hugged him and punched him on the shoulder.
"Good job mate", I could hear him saying. Clay looked over to me with a boastful smile.
"You go babe!", I yelled at him. I was definitely way too overreacting. While Clay giggled and went back to his position, the other guys looked at me with a weird face. I immediately got red and quickly sat down on the bench.
"Again!", the trainer yelled.

Everyone stood up again, as before. This time, Alex's team made a point. This was followed by 5 more times. In the end it was 4 to 3 for Clay's team. Alex and Clay both had it out pretty well and the trainer didn't doubt them a bit.
"So, if we continue to train you well, we have a good chance with you guys. Oh, Clay, you might even have a chance at quarterback. Let's see how you'll do", the trainer announced at the end.
"Anyways", he went on, "make a break and drink something boys!"

They all came to the bank and took their water bottles. Clay came to me and I handed him the one I had in my hand.
"Hey water boy", he smirked at me, taking the bottle. I smiled, rolling my eyes.
"You're doing great", I complimented him.
"It's so much easier than I thought actually. Makes fun", he said before drinking.
"Well, if you say that, I couldn't do that. Never", I giggled.

When he was finished, he grabbed me and pulled me to his chest.
"Ew, you're sweating!", I tried to pull myself out of the embrace, but of course couldn't get out of Clay's strong arms.

"Okay guys, let's go on!", the trainer finally yelled. Clay pulled away and gave me a quick kiss onto the forehead before heading back to the pitch. They trained a little more and I watched excited from the bench. A couple of times one of the boys waved me over and I came running with a towel and a bottle. Sometimes someone wanted to wipe off their sweat and sometimes someone wanted to have a drink. Clay didn't need any of this. He was one of the guys who just wiped their sweat off his shirt, which drew my eyes to his abs every time he pulled up his shirt. He didn't want to drink since the break either, he really pulled this thing through here.

One time someone bumped into another guy and when he fell to the ground, he complained of pain in his knee and I brought him an ice pack. I put it on his knee and stroked his thigh. I didn't know why, there was probably something inside me that wanted to make Clay jealous, and it worked. He looked down to see where the guy and me were sitting on the floor and clenched his teeth.

The guy thanked me and said the pain went away quickly. When I got up and wanted to go back to the bench, Clay held my arm and whispered to me "If I get hurt, then will you give me a kiss to make me feel better?"
"You don't have to get hurt for that", I smiled and gave him a quick kiss onto the lips before running back to the trainer. I saw Clay licking his lips, smirking before they continued playing.

It had been over an hour before one by one began to take off their shirts and so did Clay. Time after time I began to question more and more whether I was gay after all, because I couldn't take my eyes off all the six-packs. But when my eyes met Clay, I forgot to breathe. Shit, he was just so hot and I still couldn't finish with it.

I also kind of felt bad because I was also thinking about the other guys being hot, but Clay always just had his eyes on me when it was about that. He always gave me the feeling to be special. But anyways, even if the others looked good, nobody came anywhere near Clay. I watched him running around with his muscular big body, how sweat ran down his face and chest and how he sometimes smiled at me.

I was drawn to this practice, not just because of Clay's looks, but also the way he played. It was amazing. The only thing that bothered me that much at one point was when the guy, who had looked at him and had grabbed him by the waist earlier, ran into him, landed on him and then apologized as he ran his hand over Clay's chest. I just tried not to think of it, but automatically I just didn't like this guy.

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