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65. matching clothes

George POV

Clay and I just got out of class and made our way to the gym.
"Remember my words", I pulled Clay to me by his shirt when he had changed and we went to the matchfield, "If you dare to flirt with any of them, I'm gonna have to punish you", I said with a straight face, looking at his lips.
"Punish me....", he smirked, "...tonight?"
"If you really want to find that out, then go on asshole", I stared deep into his eyes before pushing him away from me and walking on.

When we got to the meeting point, maybe only half of them were there.
"Heyo Clay", a guy came towards us and gave Clay a handshake, then rammed his shoulder against Clays.
"Hey Jack", Clay said.
"Hey George", Jack smirked down at me.
"He's taken, sorry", Clay smiled while wrapping his arm around my shoulders and pulling me close to him.
"What? Ah, no", Jack laughed, "I'm not gay."
"Good", Clay giggled, walking past him with me.

"Wow, your boyfriend's really fussy", Jack whispered to me when I passed him.
"Don't blame him. It's my fault", I giggled.
"Clay! George! Hello!", the trainer greeted us.
"Hey coach", Clay waved with two fingers.
"I have a little gift for you", he said, turning around and leaning down, rummaging in a big bag.

"Here you go", he took out a huge shirt with a big 8 on it and 'Clay' was written over it.
"Number eight", Clay sighed when he took the shirt, smiling.
"You are still a striker for me. Depending on how you're doing, you could be promoted to quarterback. You're good. Pretty good for doing this for the first time on Tuesday", the trainer grinned at Clay.

(Chances are probably that I'll make mistakes and kind of mix or swap rugby and football. If I do that and somehow get the rules wrong, don't judge me please. Just enjoy the story and ignore the mistakes. They're not important anyway :) )

"Clay! Hey!", I heard Floris yelling from behind us.
"Floris...hey", Clay pressed his lips together.
"You got your tricot, congratulations!", he smiled at him.
"Yeah, thank you", Clay and Floris gave each other a handshake.
"Go, put it on!", Floris said excited.
"Alright...", Clay looked at me, clenching his teeth before he took off his shirt.
As he did this, I could see Floris licking his lips and felt my fists clench.

Clay quickly turned to me and put on the tricot.
"You look good", I smiled at him.
"Thank y-", Clay said but got interrupted by the coach.
"You want to look good as well?", he grinned at me.
"What do you mean?", I asked confused. Then he took a jacket from behind his back. It was a normal sweatshirt jacket made of comfortable fabric. There was a big 8 on the back with 'Clay' above it. At the front there was also a small 8 on one side of the zipper on the chest.

"Georgie!", Clay said excited, smiling broadly at me, "We'll be matching!"
"Wow, that's- that's ...thank you", I giggled while taking the jacket.
"I don't usually do that, but you're a lovely couple and I think you deserve matching rugby clothes too, don't you?", the trainer smiled.
"Thank you so much, that's so cool", I giggled, looking at the jacket.

"Alright!", the coach eventually yelled when everyone was there, "Let's start with the training!"
The training went pretty well. Clay played well, and I especially liked the part when they were doing strength exercises. We had dumbbells outside and the boys used those. I felt like drool was running down my mouth when my mouth was open while I watched Clay working out.
When Clay saw me, he waved me over with one hand. He was kneeling on the grass and was pushing a small 30 kilo dumbbell with one arm.

"So, I guess the second round is up tonight?", Clay smirked at me when I knelt down to him, "If you look at the expression on your face like that", he giggled.
Quickly I shook my head and tried to act serious.

"What's wrong with my expression?", I crossed my arms.
"You looked like you were about to drool", he laughed cutely, "You're turned on, don't deny it."
"No, that's not true! I was just...I was...ouh, shut up!", I said pissed, standing up and walking away from him again. I could hear him giggling nicely behind me and when I got to the bench and sat down again, he grabbed a second dumbbell and went on with both arms.

"From next week the workout studio will be free again and you could use the equipment!", the trainer eventually yelled.
"The equipment?", I asked him.
"Yeah, weight bench, treadmill, pullup bar, cross trainer,...all that stuff", he said.
"Oh, okay", I looked back at Clay who was now jumping rope.

When it was finally over an hour, Floris called me. He made a quick drink movement and waved me over to him. As I ran up to him, he snatched the bottle out of my hand and drank quickly before he gave it back to me. I was just about to turn around again when I heard from him "Better don't mess with me."
"What?", I turned back to him.
"I said better don't mess with me", he smirked at me badly before concentrating on the team again.
"George!", I heard Alex yelling to me when he saw me standing there like rooted to the ground, starring at Floris, "George, are you okay?!"

"Euh, yes", I quickly shook my head and ran back to the bench. What did he just say? 'Better don't mess with me'... Should that be a declaration of war?
A little later, (Clay and Floris were in opposing teams) Clay and Floris ran past each other and Floris brushed against him with pure intent. Clay turned around and looked at Floris, who just nodded at him with a smile.

When the training was finally over, Clay came up to me and was about to give me a kiss on the forehead, when Floris pulled his arm away from me and hugged him.
"You're a really good player, I'm looking forward to our games together", he smiled before looking at me with an evil expression what slightly scared me.

Then they pulled away and Floris ran his hand gently over Clay's cheek. Clay quickly patted his shoulder and ran back to me. I could still see Floris smirking before he finally turned and left.
A fearful expression spread over my face and my heart was hurting. He wanted Clay. He really wanted Clay...

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