A big win usually resulted in a big afterparty. Booze would be flowing, music would be blaring, and the footballers would be celebrating at the centre of it all partying like the high school heroes they were. And tonight would be no different as all the players, cheerleaders and student supporters made their way to Coach Johnson's house for what would be the afterparty of the year. All except Jason Brown that is, who was making his way back to the locker room to pick up something he claimed to have forgotten.
'Congrats on the win superstar', read the first text, followed by a quick, 'Meet me in the locker room in 15 mins ;)'
"Hey!" Jason shouted as he entered the dimly lit locker room, "I got your text! You still in here?"
After a moment of silence, the lights powered on, illuminating the green lockers and the benches located in the aisles between them, as a figure emerged from the coach's office.
"Glad you could make it," said the figure, stepping away from the office's open door. "I was starting to think you might've gone straight to the party and left me all on my own."
Cal Johnson was the coach's son and, even though he had elected to join the swim team instead of the football club, he often sat on the bleachers while his father led the team's practice, and he was always invited to parties thrown by the football guys. It was at these parties that Jason had come to know Cal so well, and how they had become what they were now.
"Now you know I would never do that," Jason said, sidling up to Cal and placing his hands on the shorter boy's waist.
"Oh really?" asked Cal with a playful grin, raising his own arms so he could place them on Jason's shoulders. "I'm just that irresistible, huh?"
Without answering, Jason leaned down and pressed his smiling lips against Cal's, who eagerly returned the kiss, sinking deeper into the warmth of Jason's body and cupping the back of the taller boy's head with his left hand.
When they first started doing this it came as a surprise to them both - Jason had never been with a guy before, and Cal had an unspoken rule to never hook up with any of his dad's players to avoid any potential drama - but during one party, when they were left alone in a bedroom with far too much alcohol, it just happened. They certainly hadn't expected it to be more than just a one-off thing but for some reason ever since that party it happened every time they saw each other, as if there was some overpowering force that prevented them from doing anything other than having sex. So, eventually, they decided to stop resisting and just give into their mutual attraction.
Moving his hands away from Jason's shoulders, Cal gently trailed his fingers downward until they reached the football player's chest. Without breaking the kiss, Cal moved his hands to the side of Jason's chest so that they slid under the sleeves of his letterman jacket. Picking up on the hint, Jason moved his arms to his sides, allowing the jacket to drop to the floor. Once the jacket was off, Cal placed the palms of his hands flat against Jason's chest and stepped forward, pushing Jason forward until his back was pressed flush against the front of a locker.
"Damn," Jason said with a chuckle, finally breaking the kiss and placing his hands gently onto Cal's hips. "What's brought all this on?"
"Brought all what on?" Cal asked, looking up at Jason with a look of feigned innocence as he placed a hand under the other boy's t-shirt. Cal slowly began to trace his fingers over Jason's torso, feeling the curves and contours of his abs before moving up to his pecs. While placing gentle kisses along Jason's neck and jawline Cal began to circle his fingers around one of Jason's nipples. "Can't I give the star player a little reward for doing such a good job?" Cal asked, punctuating his words with kisses along the more sensitive points of Jason's neck, causing him to let out low moans of pleasure.
