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The Game

Chapter Two

Written by: Nex_Anima_Canis and Nate16

****Zen***

Zen was breathing softly, relishing the feeling that swept across his body. Staring into the white wolf's gleaming eyes, Zen melted. His arms pressed tightly around the winged wolf's torso.

"Sol..." he started, unable to voice exactly what he wanted to shout out. "We... we..."

He tried to protest, he honestly did. His paw reached up to wrap around Sol's neck, pressing their lips back together again, holding the large male with him for what felt like an eternity.

The living room they sat in felt like nothing like it had when their game had started. Their clothing lay tattered and destroyed around the game board, which emitted its own soft glow. The black and red furred wolf's Avatar was pointing to the white winged wolf, waving him over seductively. He could sense his friend's arousal and as much as part of him wanted to push further, there was a wide rift between them that he just wasn't ready to cross. There was a rather large part of him that wanted to move on forward and that part was pressed up hard against Sol's own manhood, yearning for release.

However, Sam pulled himself from the pool lust with great effort. With agonizing slowness, Zen watched as Sol pushed himself away and sat back on his haunches, smiling a little sheepishly.

Zen gasped softly, feeling the small chill on the air when Sol moved from him, his member was standing straight up, drooling, making the white wolf blush some. He pushed himself up, resting back on his palms as he looked to Sol, smirking.

"Better get back to the game, huh?" Sol said. He picked up the dice and offered them to Zen. "We could keep playing... Unless you wanted to talk about this...?"

"You might be right..." Zen started, moving forward back to the game board. Looking to Sol, he sighed. Glancing over his friend's form once more, he slipped forward, pressing their lips together again but only for a moment. "We can... talk about it tomorrow if we're going to talk about it at all..."

"My roll, right?" he asked, looking at the dice. He reached over, seized the dice from the wolf's outstretched paw.

****Sol****

Sol wasn't sure if he should feel relieved or not. Keeping things bottled up inside was emotional suicide, he knew. But, right now, he had to confirm a couple of things with himself first before he started expressing them verbally.

"Yeah," he muttered a little shakily. "Your roll. Good luck."

Zen looked up to him with that smirk that gave him an expression almost akin to a demon. Sitting back, an absent chill ran through him that he knew he could alleviate if he just embraced Zen. Sighing softly Zen rolled the dice over the board.

"Lucky number seven," Zen murmured.

The Avatar on the board grinned, charging the seven steps to the red space, looking like that never wanted to stop. Its hungry eyes stared at the angelic wolf across the board. Zen leaned over, picked up the card and smirked. "To the last person you changed, now is some time for a little payback." He chuckled, looking over to Sol with that same smirk.

"Payback, eh?" Sol chuckled, grinning wolfishly at Zen. "So... It's a Physical Card... I guess I can't go making you straight, huh?"

His eyes roved Zen's herculean body and a small smile crossed his features. "You know, I'm starting to think all those times you called me 'stud' weren't just because you were making fun of me. Hell, I think you had something a little more... 'devilish' in mind. So why don't we give you a pair of horns to match the one you're already sporting there, champ?"

Sol pointed non-nonchalantly at Zen's groin. "I want Zen to get a pair of horns."

Zen's smirk remained as Sol placed the card down. Sol watched with interest as Zen felt the top of his head, the pressure building in his temples. Horns were already taking shape, pushing up and out. A tentative paw touched the point, and a look of amazement crossed his features as the horn quickly formed. Unlike the common pair of horns one would expect, a sleeker curve formed, the horns flattening and pushing further over the red and black wolf's skull. They were horns, still, but black pointed, flat and wide, looking sleek as they formed over his head.

"These are a little 'devil-ish' aren't they?" he commented, feeling over the new horns.

Grinning, Sol merely shrugged and said, "They become you."

He picked up the dice and rolled them in his hand. With a single, deft throw, he threw them to the ground and watched as they rolled to show a one and a five. "Six."

His Avatar moved to a green tile, an Ability Card.

He swiped a card from the deck and regarded it curiously. "Okay... This is new. 'Passive Ability'," he read, "'Arousal Aura. All creatures within a set radius around you will become aroused. These creatures must coincide with your sexual orientation. The closer their proximity, the more aroused they become.'"

He set down the card. "Huh? Zen, you have any idea what that means?"

****Zen****

Zen blinked, moving closer and taking a look at the card himself. At least he looked like he was going to, before he looked over to Sol again, grinning.

"I think it means you make anymore close to you horny..." he said, eyes looking rather lustful. He pushed closer to Sol, still grinning. "I mean, if that body wasn't enough..."

He kissed the Wolf's chest slowly. Sol shivered at the touch of his lips on his fur. Zen couldn't help but notice a thick, wad of pre-cum slowly drip from the tip of his best friend's long, thick cock. Zen saw Sol lick his lips and he indulged himself in thinking his friend was fantasizing what it would be like taste his big, throbbing piece of -devilish- wolf meat .

That fantasy was broken when Sol swallowed the lump in his throat and managed quickly pull himself a good distance away from Zen right on the other side of the board.

"Come on, champ. Don't wanna mess up the game. You're roll."

Zen fell to the carpeted floor when Sol moved away. Whimpering, the Demonic Wolf reached down to fondle himself for a moment before the wave of lust left him the longer Sol was away.

"Sol, it's sorta obvious the Game has been pushing us to have sex with each other since we started."

Growling, he grabbed the Dice, deftly rolling it. Two sixes flashed up. "Twelve."

The Avatar seemed to jump, sliding down the board. He was only seven spots away from Sol's Avatar, standing on a Yellow Tile.

Reaching over, the ted and black wolf picked a yellow card from the deck.

Chuckling, he read, "'Move the required spaces to occupy the same tile as the person closest in front of you...'".

The red and black wolf on the board grinned, walking slowly across the panels until he reached the white wolf. Coming up from behind him, his Avatar wrapped his arms around the other, grinning looking like he was whispering something into the winged wolf's ear, but nothing either of the players could hear.

Zen just looked at Sol, grinning. But something felt off.

"H-hey, you feel, tired?" he asked. Before he could hear a response, he quickly fell unconscious across from Sol.

****Sol****

Sol eyed the two Avatars curiously and was only vaguely aware that Zen said something. It was like his best friend's words had dulled to a bee buzzing in his ear. He was seeing double within a few seconds and heard a loud 'thud' as Zen hit the ground.

Before he could come to the aid of his friend, he too slipped into blissful unconsciousness.

****Zen****

Zen clung onto Sol from behind tightly, he was slowly licking the Wolf's white cheek. Sol was bending into his licks, obviously loving the long, wet runs that surprisingly agile made against his cheek. The white wolf growled softly before cutting off that sound. He let out a short eep and glanced furiously around.

"Mnn, then maybe, after that we'll go home-" Zen persisted, pressing his lips against Sol's ears. He blinked, suddenly not feeling very much like himself. "Mnn... wait.."

Letting go of the white wolf and looking around, he realized he was on the... game board? How did he get here? How come he couldn't quiet remember where he was before now. Looking back to the other wolf, he grinned, walking over to his front, a sly devilish grin plastered on his muzzle.

"Mnn, over here Stud," Zen teased.

"Whu...?" was the best Sol could utter.

Zen pulled the Wolf closer again, letting out a lust-filled growl, pressing his long monster cock up against Sol's own. He leaned in to kiss under the wolf's neck pleasantly. A loud sound rang out around them, again breaking off the contact as the game board around them started to move. The board coming up over top of them. Both of wolves gasped as the other side come closing in over them. They could see every space and design until the world seemed to go black.

A warmth surrounded the two players until... nothing...

****Sol****

The darkness around Sol vanished and when he next blinked, he found himself standing in what appeared to be some abandoned warehouse. If he had to guess, he had just been placed in some standard map for a first-person-shooter game. There were plenty of sniping points, camping spots and corridors.

The cold felt terrible against his short fur and he anticipated feeling a chill over his naked dick but when he didn't, he glanced down and noticed he was now wearing a pair of rather tight-fitting, flexible shorts. Attached to the shorts was a thick, metallic rod that he was -sure- was current wrapped around his erect cock. From the tip of the rod ran a transparent tube that led to the magazine of a small firearm hanging from his hip

"What the -?" he began, pulling the firearm out. He glanced at Zen and noticed that his friend was similarly equipped and similarly puzzled. "What are we supposed to do with these?"

Zen stood not too far away, he'd been looking over himself for some time, mostly feeling over himself, mostly his shorts and groin.

"I dunno," the other wolf replied. "Maybe we're playing Laze -"

Sol aimed at an arbitrary direction and pulled the trigger. Instantly, he was hit with the overwhelming need to ejaculate and could not resist the wave of pleasure that erupted from his cock. He moaned and thrust upwards with his hip as a hot, stream of his seed exploded into the metallic rod, traveled up the tube and splattered out from the muzzle of the firearm in a large, thick, steaming ball of cum. Sol stumbled to the ground, a little light headed and shaking all over.

All he could manage was, "Whoa..."

Sol felt Zen's hands on his shoulders.

"You okay Handsome?" his friend asked. Sol's reply was a simple moan. Hearing his friend chuckle brought a slight blush to his cheeks. "What, horn-"

He was cut off yet again as Sol pulled the trigger.

"Holy shit!" he called out, the ball splattered over his muzzle.

Sol giggled like an idiot as Zen stared, absently for a moment. Then that giggling stopped when the other wolf pulled out his opposing firearm, pointed it at him and fired back. Letting out a howl, he threw his up back as his own potent ball of cum flew at the Sol.

Sol's head snapped back the instant that hot, ball of his friend's semen hit his muzzle. It was more the shock of being 'cummed' on than the actual force that surprised him. He froze up for a short moment, just staring at the look of ecstasy over his friend's face. Absently, he ran his tongue over his muzzle, shivering at the salty taste that touched his taste buds as he cleaned himself thoroughly. He didn't let a drop waste and he realized he wanted to taste more of Zen.

Before he could say anything, a loud, booming voice echoed across the abandoned warehouse.

"Point 1 to Sol. Point 1 to Zen. First to three wins the match."

He glanced over at his friend and realized they were playing some warped version of laser tag... only instead of lasers, they were firing their own cum at one another! And strangely... that got him excited.

"So..." he began, smiling. "You any good at this game?"

His frown faded instantly when he realized Zen was gone. Nowhere to be seen. But the dark wolf's voice echoed through the warehouse.

"The best Handsome!"

****Zen****

Zen laughed loudly.

It looked like the game had begun and Sol had been spending way too much time enjoying Zen's taste to realize it. The latter cursed and leapt to his feet. The instant he did so, another blast of cum hit his chest and he staggered back.

Panic struck him and he began firing wildly in random directions. Each shot caused his cock to stir and explode in a spray of his own seed. The sheer pleasure of the experience made him look like he was having the best sex in his life but tenth shot out, his knees began to give way, exhaustion threatening to overtake him.

"Point 1 to Sol. Point 2 to Zen. First to three wins the match," the voice announced.

Zen just chuckled. Watching the other fire with a panic everywhere was one of the hottest things he'd ever seen. All the cum he could shoot out like that.... god did he ever hope after this the white wolf could perform like that...

Growling Sol pushed back up to his feet just as -splat - another wad of cum hit the barrel right beside his head. Zen let out a soft moan. He should've hit that shot! God, it just felt too good to pull that trigger that he twitched, throwing his last shot out of whack.

That panic struck Sol again, it was evident from his expression. Quickly, that panic was replaced by cold calculation and he spread his wings, launching into the air and disappearing into the walkways above the warehouse.

Watching him fly up set panic into Zen. That was something he hadn't accounted for. Sitting in the high snipers reach, which had a set of stairs that lead onto said walkway, he ducked down, hiding from sight, trying to use his hearing to judge where the wolf was heading, so he could take a guess on where he was looking.

Hopefully he could get the point before Sol got too good at flying.

Looking down to the gun, he whimpered. Sol had been so hot pressing that trigger wildly. He couldn't resist. Pointing the gun out to the warehouse wall, he fired, letting out a short moan as a wad of cum shot from his gun.

That moan was a dead giveaway.

Just before the last echoes of that moan died out, Sol swooped in and landed heavily right behind Zen, his gun leveled directly against the red and black wolf's head.

Zen spun around, eyes wide in shock.

"The best, huh?" Sol snickered.

He pulled the trigger and instantly coated Zen's entire face with his cum. Zen gasped, feeling the cum slash against his face again, breathing deeply, he looked up to Sol, expecting the next shot.

Weakness overcame the white wolf and he fell forward, landing directly on top of Zen.

The two of them when down in a heap of fur, muscle, feathers and cum. Zen almost paniced when Sol discarded his gun and tore off his shorts, freeing his cock from the cold, iron grip. The white wolf's manhood pressed up against Zen's rock-hard abs while one hand scrambled to yank off the same device that confined Zen's manhood.

Zen grinned.

Gay or not, Sol was damn horny and he wasn't thinking straight.

Reaching out to his own firearm, which had fallen from his grasp during the commotion, he placed his paws on Sol, stopping the white wolf from ripping the device from his cock. He stuffed the Firearm up into the other muzzle, grinning.

"The very best," he muttered, pulling the trigger and moaning hard as Sol's muzzle filled with the wad of cum... and... another?

Zen was pulling trigger, over and over..

****Sol****

Sol's eyes bulged as the Zen's hot cum shot down his throat. There was nothing he could do but swallow as Zen pulled the trigger over and over again. He echoed Zen's moans as the warm, gooey seed slipped down his throat, filling him with its delicate heat. Every part of him filled with salty concoction and he yearned for it.

With one hand, he seized the hand Zen was using to pull the trigger and aided his friend in holding it steady, pushing it further into his muzzle so not a single drop of the white goo would be missed. With his other hand, he reached down to his own, thick cock and stroked it rapidly.

Absently, he felt his abs bloat slightly as his stomach filled with Zen's seed.

"Point 2 Sol, Point 17 Zen, Zen has Won! Returning to the Game in five minutes."

Zen's finger had fallen from his gun with Sol still pulling the trigger. The dark wolf's back was arched, moaning as more of his seed escaped him.

"Oah... Sol!" he moaned, eyes opening wide and in a frenzied lust, he pulled Sol's cock into his maw, his long tongue slathering it with his saliva, his continuing orgasm probably pushing through him with wave after wave of pleasure hit him hard.

When Sol felt Zen's tongue wrap around his cock, his senses instantly went haywire. Part of him realized that his proximity to Zen was probably causing the black wolf to go nuts with lust due to his Arousal Aura but hell, they were both wolves now and Sol was feeling like a goddamn animal

Zen was sucking mercilessly on his member, trying to coax Sol's own endless orgasm. Sol felt Zen's paws reaching up to his bloated gut and moaned loudly. Eyes rolled to the back of his head, each shot of the gun suddenly larger and larger.

Sol could barely hold it in any longer. He was reaching his own orgasm and the more Zen fed him, the more he lusted for that hot, salty seed. He didn't care that he lost. Hell, he felt like he had just won.

He slipped his hand behind Zen's head, thrusting his cock straight down the wolf's muzzle. With every thrust, he felt his belly full of his companion wolf's cum jiggle, its contents jumping around like a delectable, salty milkshake.

Zen's hands wrapped around that bloated stomach massaging it and causing Sol to come that much closer to complete bliss. He pulled the trigger another time but he couldn't swallow in time. Much of Zen's copious seed flooded out of his nostrils but he didn't care. He reached the breaking point of his stamina. The last barrier before he too exploded. Sol pulled the trigger, arched his back and let out a loud, gurgling howl as his cock jerked Zen's mouth.

****Zen****

Zen was lost. His mind was nearly nothing to the onslaught of pleasure eating him alive.

His maw wide as he finally felt that thick cock jerk after felt what like an eternity as pure bliss was pushed into him. The white wolf's member was practically in his throat. Seed he could hardly taste he knew for sure was firing straight down into his own stomach.

Feeling the other's stomach press against his head he gasped. He couldn't cum anymore, but every pull of the trigger felt like an orgasm as he was forced to suckle down, more and more of that cum. He could feel it build in his own stomach, making him groan.

He was muffling into that cock. Some of that cum was pooling in the back of his maw, the taste assaulting his senses, making him moan. He suddenly needed more... gulping over and over, accepting everything his wolf had to offer.

****Sol****

Sol's mind reeled.

As he pulled the trigger again and again, he realized that Zen was completely dry.

Moaning at the loss, he glanced down at the wolf beneath him and pulled the trigger as an experiment. Zen moaned as more of Sol's cum sprayed into him. Grinning and partially drunk on the euphoria of continuously cumming and eating cum, Sol yanked his cock out of Zen's mouth letting the fire hose which was his cock splatter them both in the warm, sticky, white goo.

He collapsed beside, his companion wolf, arms wrapped around that handsome, muscular figure. Zen replied by clutching his jelly-like gut filled with seed. Grinning, Sol pulled the trigger to Zen's gun, bringing a gasp and shudder of pleasure.

Sol took the momentary last of concentration to lean over and wrap his muzzle around Zen's. He tasted his own seed in Zen's mouth and he ran his tongue between each fang, over every ridge and across every inch of the wolf's long, salty tongue to get it. They shared the same breath for what seemed an eternity, just wrapped in each others' arms while Sol kept pressing that trigger over and over again.

****Zen***

Zen whimpered, feeling that cock pulled from his muzzle, feeling his pleasure never stop, he could still see Sol pulling the trigger as he was bathed in Sol's orgasm.

Falling together in the eternal kiss, tongues wrapped around tongues, Zen let out a howl. The trigger to the gun snapped and a fountain of cum finally burst from its barrel.

Pushing the white wolf back, Zen let out a long, primal cry of sheer ecstasy.

"Ooh Fuck YEEESSSS!" he screamed pushing Sol onto his back, watching the Wolf grin as Zen came over top of him, in his lust filled mind he'd gained clarity.

"How much do we really need to talk Sol?" He phrased a question, but it in no way sounded like one. Pulling the wolf close, he stared into his eyes. "You are mine, and I'm am yours."

He kissed him deeply as that blackness surrounded them.

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****Sam****

Sam's eyes fluttered open.

There was silence all around him so he guessed the rain had stopped outside. He stifled a yawn and stretched a little. He didn't remember having fallen asleep in the lounge but he guessed he and Nate had watched some movie together and both had fallen asleep.

He was a rather restless sleeper and he probably rolled onto the floor at one point or another

His mind froze, however, when he realized his was stark naked - he never slept in the nude - and Nate was lying on his arm... an arm that was connected to an hand that was securely wrapped around Nate's throbbing cock.

"Holy -" he began, leaping away in horror.

Nate gasped, moaned hard as his member was released and tugged on. Sam watched it sway in the air. The small orange-haired boy's eyes opened, he was laying flat on the floor and he shivered slightly.

Sam saw the realization slowly draw itself on Nate's face as he, too, realized he was naked. Pushing himself up he looked to Sam it came like twin anvils striking the two simultaneously that they were both naked.

"Sorry man, Clothes get uncomfortable when I slee~ why are you naked?" he suddenly asked.

Sam wasn't sure what to say.

A thousand excuses ran into his mind but he couldn't deny that the instant he noticed just how naked Nate was, his cock began to stir.

He wasn't gay!

He had been with so many girls before!

Hell, he loved it!

He would rather be with a big, anthropomorphic wolf with red and black fur, twice as big as he was with devil-horns than be with -

His mind froze as memories flooded into his mind.

Slowly his jaw began to drop as he realized he had this terrible dream where he and Nate had been turned into wolves, played some sort of retarded version of laser tag and ended up covering each other in their cum!

And Nate made him gay!

It may have all been a dream but Sam instantly felt angry.

For some reason he just felt betrayed.

He couldn't say why.

Maybe he just felt vulnerable.

He pushed those thoughts aside and said, in a low, grow, "Nate... I think you should leave."

****Nate****

Nate blinked, the words ringing clearly.

God Sam was such a Stud...

He pushed those thoughts aside.

"D-did I... did I hit on you last night or something?" he asked, looking for his clothes.

All he could find tatters of cloth, scattered all over the living room. He bent over in front of Sam looking for something - anything - to wear!

Finding the heavy game sitting there, closed, he remembered the events of last night instantly.

"S-sol..." he said quietly, turning and looking to the angered Sam. "Sam, I'm sorry..."

Standing up, mind reeling with what he'd done, an apology tumbled out of his lips.

"I-... I'm so sorry."

Turning frantic, looking around.

WHY DID HIS CLOTHES HAVE TO BURST INTO NOTHING!?

Breathing heavily, he stood there, mind shattered.

****Sam****

All anger instantly left Sam as he saw the panic across his friend.

Seeing where Nate was looking, he spied the board game that his grandfather had given him and the doubt that those images in his head were more than a dream began creeping in.

He vaguely remembered consoling himself that, perhaps, he was gay after all and that he was just -really- deep in the closet. Knowing there could be no straight answer, he knelt in front of Nate and grasped his friend's shoulders tightly, stopping the shaking that was wracking the smaller young man's body.

"Hey, hey... It's okay... Come here."

Okay, they were naked. But he had hugged and rough-housed with other guys before while naked in the showers at school. Only difference was, Sam was feeling strangely aroused as he wrapped Nate in his arms and held his friend tightly.

****Nate****

Nate gasped as Sam came closer, panting softly until he spoke, a wave of relief washed over him as he fell into the embrace, resting his cheek against the other's chest, eyes closed.

"S-sam..."

He spoke softly, his still hard cock was pressed into the others thigh, fear hadn't stopped the blood flow.

"You're not still... Gay are you?" he asked, pushing away from the other, more concerned for Sam now then for his own safety.

"Look, last night, I'm sorry, I didn't think when I made it happen, I was... confused." he admitted. "I... don't think either of us could explain what happened... but I can understand... if, you don't want us to hang around each other..."

He didn't want to say those words, to put that offer on the table but he knew it would be hard for Sam to accept whatever truth he formed. He knew it'd be easier for his best friend if they avoided each other, even if just for a little while.

He wanted desperately to know what Sam was thinking. When he looked into the bigger boy's eyes, he saw a lot of fear, confusion and... even loneliness?

"No... I don't think either of us will be any better if we stopped hanging out with each other," Sam said softly. "But maybe we should pick something else to do on rainy days instead of playing boardgames? Maybe go over to your house instead?" He added the last with a nervous laugh.

Nate looked up to Sam, looking dumbfounded when the other dismissed his thought.

"M-my house? N-no, that's not a good idea..." he said, looking away from the other. "My parents aren't as cool as you are... about things..." He paused for a moment, his voice dropping to a mumble. "If I brought anyone over, especially a guy... t-they'd..."

He eyes shut closed. "They'd probably... insult us... assume we're together, and tell you to get the fuck out or 'one fag is enough for his household'..."

Sam winced at the confession. Most people didn't know Nate's parents were so... conservative. It wasn't really a surprise that Nate hung out at Sam's place so much.

"Okay... Well, why don't we start from square one, first, okay?" Sam offered diplomatically. "Let's get some clothes on." He glanced at the clock. "At least we didn't sleep through the whole night. My parents won't be back until Monday and we can give your folks a call, telling them you're staying here for the weekend. At least then we'll get time to talk this out, right?"

"My Folks think I'm camping remember?" Nate answered with a shaky smile. "As far as their concerned, I'm out of the house, their probably partying..."

Closing his eyes and shaking his head, he leaned against Sam again, feeling like he might sob.

"Forget about them," he said at length, pulling away from Sam, standing up.

"I'm sorry..." he said again. "You're not Gay, even if you thought you were last night, a Game can't change That about you, and I refuse to believe you're even entertaining the thought I could've made you think you've been in the closet."

Sam nodded, agreeing with that point.

"Yeah. You're probably right. But there is one thing that hasn't changed between us." He rested his hands on Nate's shoulder again. "We're still friends, okay? Nothing will change that. Not even a Game."

Nate nodded. "Friends to the end," he said again. "I have some clothes in your car... but... yeah, I'm not running out there naked, lend your friend a hand?"

He chuckled, reaching out to hold Sam's hand on his shoulder, the touch was more tender then intended, and when they both stood there for a time, Nate blushed. "I-... sorry."

****Sam****

Sam chuckled softly as he pulled away and headed upstairs to get some clothes.

"No problem there, champ. I may not be gay but I guess you are and I'm okay with that. Let me just get something to cover myself up and I'll get you your clothes."

Sam departed upstairs into his room and quickly threw on a pair of shorts and a muscle shirt. It was still cold outside but he knew he wouldn't be out for very long. Oddly enough, when he glanced at himself in the mirror, he noticed there were white streaks in his hair.

He scowled, thinking he must either be getting old or getting too stress out at school.

He left his room and headed back downstairs where Nate was struggling to reopen the Game.

With a shrug, he threw open the front door and headed towards his car. He grabbed Nate's clothes and returned to the house, shivering at the sudden change in temperature.

"Here you go, champ!" he announced, entering the lounge.

He found the lounge empty... Looking around, Nate was nowhere to be seen.

But a dull... repeating noise echoed through the empty house.

Following the noise he walked into the kitchen.

Nothing.

But the noise was louder, looking around with the duffel bag still in hand, he called out. "Nate?"

He turned to the basement. The light was on. Walking down the stairs, he noticed the sound was louder, and a crack of light peaked through the bathroom on the other end of the gym.

Stepping closer he was confused, the wet smacking grew louder with each step. Heavy breaths, only getting heavier.

On the other side, Nate leaned over the toilet, breathing heavily, large hand wrapped around a cock he felt was foreign to his body. Trying to keep quiet, he didn't want Sam to find him, he didn't want the embarrassment... But being so close to the Stud had sent him over the edge of self control, and now he was about to go over a different edge.

Sam held his breath. Every part of him wanted to look away, hell, to run in the opposite direction screaming. But his eyes were fixated on Nate's cock. The mesmerizing dance of Nate's hand stroking that thick meat reminded him of his experiences during the game.

Before he knew it, his hand was slipping into his own shorts and he was panting and stroking in rhythm with Nate's.

****Nate***

Nate's eyes were closed shut and tight, listening only to his own heart beat, and the beating of other things as his cock drooled into the toilet. When another beat rung in his ears, his breathing slowed, and so did his rhythm. His head crept over his shoulder and he looked to the door, seeing Sam's head... poking into the bathroom.

"S-sam!?"

Sam grinned a little sheepishly and shrugged.

"Hey... A guy's gotta have his needs, right?"

Nate's hand dropped to his side, looking wide eyed at the jock, before he turned and walked to the door. Opening it up, he pulled the partially clothed man forward, one hand wrapped around his waist, the other joining Sam's hand around the built jocks own cock.

"Are you saying I'm on that list of needs..."

****Sam****

Sam's heart was pounding hard against his chest.

Like there was a great force of gravity pulling them together, he slowly leaned in towards Nate, their lips almost touching.

"I dunno..." he whispered softly. "I'm feeling kinda needy right now... Anything could make the list."

Before either of them could say another word, their lips locked