Division One (BoyxBoy)

Before I could stop myself I leaned forward and captured his lips, pressing him against the wall. At first I sensed him stiffen up, before relaxing into the kiss. His hands remained at his sides while his lips moved in sync with my own.

My hands moved to cup his ass, kneading the plump mound in my hands. I could feel him groaning into my mouth, silently begging me for more. My lips strayed to kiss along his jaw, making its way toward his ear lobe. I gently nibbled on the sensitive skin. "I love you" I whispered.

He suddenly pushed away from the kiss, much to my dismay. He was breathing hard. "If you don't mean it, don't say it." He hissed at me, looking up as he spoke. We were hidden behind the stands.

"I do mean it," I tried to pull him back, this time he resisted, glaring at me. I glared back, still regaining my breath.

"If you mean it , prove it" he dared. He was so infuriating.

"Ventura! Braxton! Get out here and get on the line!" Coach shouted for us, breaking us apart.

I watched him position his legs on the starting box, his delicate fingers behind the solid white line. His plump ass slowly raised into the air, as though teasing me, when coach spoke "Get set."

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Jordanne Braxton is an openly gay freshman with a passion for track and field, his best friend Aaliyah at his side. Together these freshman must enter the world of boys, love, and drama, with no one to rely on but one another.

Christopher Ventura was a high school senior, professed straight male, and was ready to leave the Juvenal world of high school drama behind him. With his eyes set upon Olympic level track and field, he refused to be shown up. When Braxton threatens his position at the top he feels animosity toward the boy, though also lust and desire. When these two world collide, will there be consequences? Will someone be left behind? Or will this prove to be a match made in heaven?