"Sorry to rush you guys out, but—" Coach said to Mitchell and Jeff as he rushed them out of his house.
"But...that smoking hot dude waiting for you explains everything," Jeff interrupted, "we get it, Coach. See you in the morning." Jeff kissed Coach lightly on the lips. "If you guys ever want a third...I volunteer," he whispered into Coach's ear, barely audible. Jeff figured Coach would relay his offer to Jay, something along the lines of, 'You'll never believe what that hot as fuck tight end whispered in my ear while I was throwing his ass out of my house..." And once that watermelon seed was planted in Jay's mind, well, anything could happen...
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After the door closed behind them, Jeff tossed the car keys to Mitchell and said, "You drive, bro, I've got to get out a group text canceling the Coach Train."
"How do you think that'll go down?" Mitchell asked as he started the car. "Fine, you know, disappointment probably, but no big deal," Jeff replied as he began typing, "except for Landen. That slap dick will protest, like he's got any say in it. I guarantee you he'll want some kind of fucked up 'compensation'...like my dick up his ass. If there's an opportunity to be a dick in any given situation, you can always count on Landen to take that opportunity."
"So, will you 'compensate' him?" Mitchell asked, laughing, already knowing the answer. "Fuck no," Jeff replied, "I've got two hot as fuck boyfriends, which is the perfect number. The only thing I owe that fucker is a fat lip. Seriously, Mitchell, I wouldn't fuck him with your exceptional dick."
"No, you wouldn't," Mitchell agreed, "because I wouldn't let you. After all, I've got two hot as fuck boyfriends, too, which I've been told is the perfect number."
Landen had never given Mitchell the time of day until he'd belatedly found out that Mitchell had the biggest cock in the locker room, thanks to Coach's new rule that all team managers whose cock was eight inches or bigger had to shower with the team after practices, so Mitchell was no fan of Landen's. He was a little surprised, though, to hear just how much Jeff had soured on Landen in the last week or so, and how determined he was to keep Landen at arm's length. Mitchell worried about that a little bit, not that he wanted Jeff 'compensating' Landen with his watermelon dick, but because a QB could freeze out a receiver, starving him for the football, if he was of a mind to do it and, from Mitchell's perspective, Landen was exactly the kind of vindictive S.O.B. who would put personal grievance over the good of the team.
Mitchell decided on the spot that he was going to do everything he could do to see that Max, and not Landen, was the guy distributing the ball by the time the season opened. 'Fuck,' Mitchell thought, 'Max is the better QB, anyway, hands down, plus he's a much better human being...and the way that fucker, who happens to be my other boyfriend, looks standing around the locker room wearing only his jock strap...overstuffed pouch, firm hairy ass, those fucking biceps...'
What Mitchell could do to influence the QB decision wasn't a lot, but it wasn't nothing, either. After all, he spent every practice on Coach's hip, carried the clipboard and logged every pass, catch, drop, sack, hurry and missed read, among other things. If Mitchell were judicious with the occasional understated criticism of Landen's play on the field, Coach might listen to him. Who knew, his quiet campaign might even make a difference, and if it did, the two biggest beneficiaries would be Max and Jeff.
After a couple of minutes of considering the fact that HE was one of Jeff's two hot boyfriends, and the fact that he also now had two hot boyfriends himself, neither of whom were named Dewey, Finn or Tyler, Mitchell asked Jeff a question other than the one really on his mind: "Hey Jeff, were you hitting on Jay a little while ago?"
