"What happens after practice never made it to the scoreboard."
The gym echoed with the sound of sneakers screeching and basketballs bouncing. It was the last practice before the school went on summer break, and the boys' varsity team had gone all out.
Zayne, team captain, was the golden boy charismatic, built like a god, and always the first to hit the showers. But tonight, he lingered.
He wasn't alone.
Aiden, the quiet transfer student from Boston, had joined the team midseason. He was tall, with lean muscles, sharp cheekbones, and a brooding energy that made everyone curious and a little nervous. Zayne had been watching him for weeks.
Not just his game. His mouth, when he bit his lip during drills. The way he walked, cocky but shy.
The curve of his back when he stretched.
Zayne had never kissed a guy before. But he thought about it every time he watched Aiden towel off. Every time their hands brushed. Every time Aiden looked at him a little too long in the locker room mirror.
That night, after the others left, Zayne stayed behind.
So did Aiden.
Zayne stood at his locker, towel slung low on his hips, sweat still cooling on his abs.
Aiden stepped beside him, shirtless, damp hair falling in his eyes.
"Forgot my water bottle," he said, barely above a whisper.
Zayne smirked. "Sure you did."
The silence was thick, humming with tension.
Zayne turned toward him. "You're not afraid, are you?"
"Of what?"
"This."
He leaned in slowly, testing and Aiden didn't move away.
Their lips met like they'd done it before. Soft at first. Then deeper. Zayne pressed Aiden against the cold locker, hands in his hair, heart thundering like a final buzzer.
Aiden kissed back harder, bolder than Zayne expected. Their towels dropped. Skin met skin.
"Been waiting for you to do that," Aiden whispered against his neck.
Zayne groaned. "Fuck! me too."
They slid to the floor, still kissing, still grinding. Zayne's hand found Aiden's shaft hot, thick, throbbing. He stroked him slowly, memorizing every sound Aiden made.
Aiden returned the favor, his fingers wrapping around Zayne, teasing him, playing with the rhythm.
But it wasn't enough.
Zayne pulled him down, straddling him on the locker room bench, leaning back with a wicked grin.
"Your mouth," he said, voice ragged.
Aiden smirked. "Say please."
Zayne did. Willingly.
And Aiden gave it to him. Mouth warm and wet, tongue swirling, hands gripping Zayne's thighs until his legs trembled. Zayne grabbed the bench for balance, whispering curses and moans that bounced off the tiled walls.
When Zayne finally came, he gasped Aiden's name like a secret too hot to keep.
They didn't stop there.
Zayne returned the favor with just as much hunger sinking to his knees, taking Aiden deep, making him whimper and claw at the locker door behind him. He swallowed every drop, then kissed Aiden with lips still wet from the taste.
They sat together afterward, backs against the wall, still naked, still buzzing.
Aiden broke the silence. "What now?"
Zayne grinned, brushing a thumb over his jaw. "Now? We practice a different kind of teamwork."