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Josh held himself in check, barely. As much as he wanted to, he didn’t yank Tyler’s sweats down. He didn’t rip open his shorts. His full balls ached and shifted inside his briefs.

Tyler kissed the corner of his mouth, then his jaw, making Josh quake and shiver against his massive body.

Josh felt himself starting to crest, falling over the edge. “Wait. Hold on. Jesus. Give me a second. I’m sorry about that. Stupid. Whew! Okey-dokey now.”

When they finally broke apart, panting, Tyler pressed his damp forehead to Josh’s. He chuckled, and his body relaxed gradually as his breath slowed and steadied. “I missed you so damn much.” He licked Josh’s jaw.

“Me too,” Josh laughed, the sound shaky with emotion. He took a handful of the soft cotton of Tyler’s T-shirt, holding on. “Sorry about that. I’m not usually that impatient.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” Tyler nuzzled his neck, his ear, and whispered, “Hey. Josh. It’s okay. There’s no rush. Save it for home. I want to take our time together. We have all the time you want. I swear.”

Josh chuckled. “You’re right. I just missed you pretty terribly, Mr. Fantana.”

“Why don’t you give me the full tour?” Tyler smirked shamelessly.

“I think you’ve seen every square inch of it.”

“As a player, but now I’m assisting you in all ways. I need to know every nook and cranny.”

“Home sweet home,” Josh said, opening his arms to the familiar space. “My desk. Your desk. Our lockers. Private shower.”

“Yes, please.” Tyler stepped behind him, his hard cock tucked into the small of Josh’s back.

“Don’t start something you don’t plan to finish.”

Tyler took a small step back. “I always figured the coach’s shower felt way better than the locker room’s.”

“You don’t even know. So much better.” Josh turned in Tyler’s arms and kissed him, soft at first and then deeper.

Tyler grinned and kissed him again, slow and strong. “I’d forgotten how good you smell. How right this is.” He ran his big hands over the planes of Josh’s chest and back and hips.

The words sent a wave of warmth through Josh’s chest. He pressed his mouth against Tyler’s again, harder this time, desire welling up sweet and sharp inside him. It had been so long, and he didn’t know if he could last until they got home.

Tyler seemed to sense the shift, kissing back just as fiercely, his hands roaming over Josh’s body, kneading and pulling him closer, crushing his body close.

Josh slid his hands under Tyler’s shirt, reveling in the feel of smooth skin and hard sinew.

When Tyler started undoing the buttons of Josh’s shirt, Josh forced himself to pull back. “We should stop.” His voice came out rough. “I’ve got a gym class in an hour. And apparently, so do you.”

“Oof. Harsh.” Tyler groaned. “You’re killing me, Coach.” But he took a step back, running a hand through his hair. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes dark. “I see how it is.”

“Payback. Plus I think we need to keep it cool here, for obvious reasons. Just as a rule.”

“Same. Besides, I’m a selfish bastard. You get too loud, and I don’t like to share.”

“I get too loud.” Josh swatted him, laughing.

“But you’re right, as much as I hate to admit it.”

“Patience.” Josh grinned and did up the buttons of his shirt again. “We’ve got all the time in the world.”

Tyler blinked at him. “That a promise?”

“Absolutely.” Josh straightened his collar and smoothed his shirt front. Having Tyler here, in the flesh and larger than life, felt better than any dumb high school fantasy.

Tyler tipped his head, just gazing at him with a goofy expression. “Look at you. I see a lot of cold showers in my future.” He reached down and shifted his enormous boner to make it less obvious. “Just a heads-up, I’m still going to sneak a feel and steal a kiss now and again… so long as the door is locked and we don’t get frisky.”

“Deal.” Josh laughed. “I know it’s not exactly an NFL locker room—”