Boys Will Be Boys (discontinued)

Chapter One

"Good game, good game" I repeated over an over again, my sweaty palm slapping against those of the other team. My ass was beat and all I wanted to do was go home and play Overwatch, but I was stuck attending the other team's brief pity party. We had beat them fair and square, yet our post game line up was just an excuse for them to riddle us with dirty looks.

We got to the end of the line and I abruptly stopped as the coach shook my arm ferociously. Lukas bumped into my back and watched the exchange amusedly.

"You're a great shot son" The other team's coach grinned, his bald head glistening with angry sweat.

You little shit, you cost us the game.

"Thank you sir" I smirked, not even trying to hide my cockiness.

Fuck yeah I did.

The coach chuckled and slapped me harshly on the back. I scowled and made my way over to the rest of my team. We began to gather up all our stuff and I hastily chugged water from my Gatorade bottle.

"Don't drink too fast, you'll get hiccups"

I nodded at Lukas, embarrassed, and slowed down.

Our coach, Coach Parker, grinned and told us he'd talk to us in the locker room. Then, he flipped a complete 180 and yelled at us to move faster. I juggled my slides, bottle, and bag between my arms as we slunk into the guest locker room. It was an away game, and whenever we were away we got stuck with the nasty rooms to change and plan in.

"Damn," I whistled through my teeth, trying to catch up to Lukas, "Here I was thinking that Coach would be proud of us for completely ass-fucking the other team"

Lukas flinched at my vulgarity before chuckling to himself.

"He is proud dipshit, he just shows it weird"

I shrugged before unceremoniously dumping my shit on the bench. I heard a chorus of groans go up as I blocked sitting space but I just cockily grinned and sat my ass down. Lukas rolled his eyes before kicking all my stuff onto the floor.

"You fucktard!" My eyes narrowed as he ignored me. The rest of my team laughed, DJ even ruffling my hair, as we began to change.

"Good job today gents, especially you Mogan" I turned to face the coach as I struggled to get my jersey over my head. It got stuck and I smiled through the material, facing his general direction.

"Thanks Doc"

Marco began to shove me into the locker and I groaned, blindly slapping him away.

"You're head is too fucking big Mogan" Marco bit out with a laugh as he pinned my into a head lock.

"Fuck off asswipe!" I scowled, biting his arm through the material so he'd finally let go.

"Language!" I heard the Coach semi-seriously remind us and I rolled my eyes, still stuck in the jersey. I began to walk forward like Frankenstein, groping everything in my path.

"Hands off, faggot" DJ laughed as I slammed into his chest. By this point the coach had given up on totalling to us and muttered something about waiting in the bus. I shoved DJ hard before taking a step back and slamming into someone else. I looked up, scowling through my jersey.

Suddenly, I felt my jersey rip off my head and I squinted in the suddenly greenish light of the locker rooms. I saw Lukas looking down on me, my jersey bunched up tightly in his hand. My back felt broke from how hard I was straining it, so I straightened up and turned around.

"Thanks bro," I grabbed my jersey from him before bending over and shoving it into my bag. Lukas just grunted and resumed changing.

I used my jersey to wipe off the sweat from my body, then proceeding to douse myself in axe.

"Fuck, Kieran, why?!" Finally, Roger spoke. He began to frantically cough and wave away the air from in front of his nose. Roger was a chill guy, he usually didn't get triggered, but as I sprayed more of the shit on my he lunged forward and grabbed the can.

"Spray one more time and I'll shove it so far up your ass your shit will be scented"

I smirked. "Didn't know you were into that stuff Lee"

"Kinky" DJ and Marco both sniggered.

Roger just rolled his eyes and handed the can back to me. I quickly sprayed myself once as a fuck-you before shoving the can into my bag. By this time, everybody else had finished changing and were waiting for me to put on my shirt. Our benchwarmers eyed me maliciously as I decided against a shirt and walked into the cold, bare. I heard the others trail out of the door behind me.

Benchwarmers were the back-ups. I called them benchwarmers because that's all that they were good for -- keeping our chairs warm. Our starting lineup was so fucking good, we hardly needed the other 6 boys anyways. They had barely played, so they definitely weren't sweaty. I, on the other hand, could use a nice breeze.

"You're a complete douchebag, you know that right?" Lukas bumped into my shoulder and I frowned looking up at him.

It was kinda douchey of me to roam around shirtless, especially when it was close to freezing. I shrugged.

"You're just a fag Schmitt"

Lukas didn't say anything else but bumped into my shoulder harder. It kind of hurt that time, but I wasn't a pussy so I said nothing. We boarded the bus, the coach runnning a hand down his face as he saw my in my half undressed state.

"At least wear gloves or something Mogan"

Before I could retort, Lukas shoved his beanie onto my head. He pulled it far down and covered my eyes with it before steering me into a sit and locking me in it with his own body.

"Fuck you, Lukas"

I ripped the beanie off my head and threw it back at him.

"You wish" Lukas calmly responded, a smile playing on his lips.

"Oohhh" DJ laughed, slapping me in the back of the head as he sat behind me. I flushed angrily and Marco pinched my cheeks, pulling at them. Roger suggestively winked at me from his seat in front, next to Marco's. I tried leaving the seat, but Lukas' fat ass wouldn't make room for me to move. In fact, he squeezed me harder into the side of the bus.

"It's okay Mogan, I know you want it" Lukas said, self-assuredly.

"I'm not a fucking fairy, Schmitt" I spit out, struggling to move his heavy body.

"Mhm sure, just admit it and I'll let you go" Lukas was having far too much fun with this and he stared at me with his stupid happy-dog eyes.

"I'm not gay!" I groaned and shoved up against him, shamefully envious of his body. Lukas could put on muscle like it was nothing, whereas I was left with the lean-beef kind of biceps. However, I had the stronger six pack. It was a small victory, but it counted a shit ton.

"Harassment!" I tried to get the attention of the coach who turned his music up louder.

Lukas clasped his hand over my mouth before fake cuddling with me. I punched him in the arm and he finally pulled back, rubbing it with a frown. He brushed it off before scooching away from me and laughing. He put his air pods in before listening to music like nothing happened.

I envied that about him. How he could brush thing off like it was no big deal. Shit, I envied a lot of things about him. Lukas was a literal example of what I strived to be.

Except for how annoying he was.

Lukas was fucking annoying.

But he was my best friend.

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