What could possibly be worse that not getting hand picked by scouts years of training down the line?
Oh! I know- or rather Nick knows... In an attempt to flee his reality for a while, maybe even make a name for himself while at it, the last thing he expected to meet was the kid he endlessly tormented.
While Nick was gritting his teeth at this unwanted turn of events, Blake acted like sharing a dorm with his nemesis and frequent highschool fantasy was a blast.
How else would he get under his fantasy's skin? How else would he get him to stare at the soft skin under his tank? Just how would he get the sober former jock to admit the words he said under the influence?
Just how thick did Nick want him to later it to know that at the moment, his former tormentee wanted nothing but to wrap his legs around that waist and make his neck just as red as his cheeks?
Rating: 10/10
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