Next Play
A Sequel to Under the Lights
- Malik Carter — 6’3”, 215 lbs, star quarterback with a cannon for an arm, confidence to match, and a smile that got him anything he wanted. He’s dominant on the field and starting to explore his dominance off it — especially when it comes to Jaden. Always controlled, always respected, but hungry for something real.
- Jaden Brooks — 6’1”, 200 lbs, wide receiver built like a machine: lean muscle, thick thighs, and a fat ass that doesn't quit. New to the team but already shining. He’s a switch at heart — respectful, loyal, and tough — but with a submissive streak that only comes out for the right one.
The locker room was still buzzing after the win, but Malik Carter had already slipped away.
The roar of the crowd still echoed in his ears. First game of the season — at home — and they’d delivered. He’d thrown for over 300 yards, three touchdowns, no turnovers. Jaden Brooks had caught two of those touchdowns like he was made for the end zone. Clean routes, explosive yards after catch, moves that left defenders gasping.
But Malik wasn’t thinking about highlight reels. He was thinking about the way Jaden had looked when he turned around in the end zone — eyes finding his like they had their own frequency, like nobody else in the stadium existed but them.
That look haunted Malik now as he stood under the hot stream of the shower, alone, forehead pressed to the tile.
He hadn’t stopped shaking since halftime — not from nerves. From need.
Weeks of late nights, raw sex, whispered jokes and locked doors… and now the whole thing had cracked wide open.
They’d been caught.
Not just seen. Walked in on. Mid-thrust. Malik buried inside Jaden, body slick with sweat, voice still ragged from calling plays — and now calling out Jaden’s name.
The door had opened. Eyes had met. And it was too late to pretend.
Malik had laughed, sure. But under that laugh?
A question he didn’t want to ask.
Now what?
Jaden was in his dorm, staring at the ceiling, headphones in, but no music playing.
He’d pulled away fast after the game. Didn’t stick around for the locker room hype. Didn’t shower. Didn’t celebrate.
He’d balled out — better than ever. His phone lit up with DM requests, group chats blowing up with screenshots of his catches, gifs of him sliding past safeties like water.
But all he could think about was the moment that door opened.
And the silence that followed.
He’d been through this before — whispers, screenshots, a coach asking him to transfer quietly. At his last school, it hadn’t mattered that he was the best receiver on the team. Once the rumors hit, everything got cold.
He didn’t want that again. Not here. Not with Malik.
But this was different. Malik wasn’t scared. He didn’t flinch when they got caught. He didn’t shut down or disappear.
Malik had laughed.
And Jaden didn’t know if that made it better or worse.
He grabbed his phone. Thumb hovered over Malik’s name.
Then the buzz hit.
Malik:
You in your room?
Jaden stared for a second.
Then replied:
Jaden:
Yeah.
Malik:
I’m coming through. Don’t care if you’re sleep.
Jaden smiled before he could stop it.
Maybe this was different.
When Malik walked in, Jaden was sitting at the edge of his bed, shirtless, sweats slung low. His skin glowed in the low light, chest rising slow like he’d been waiting.
Malik closed the door behind him and locked it. “You good?”
Jaden shrugged, but his eyes held the weight of everything. “You?”
Malik nodded. “Still tryna figure out what comes next.”
Jaden studied him. “You worried?”
Malik crossed the room, sat beside him. “I’m not worried about the team. I’m worried about you.”
That hit deep.
Jaden looked down. “I just… I don’t want this to fuck everything up.”
Malik leaned closer, his hand sliding over Jaden’s thigh. “Then we don’t let it. We ball out. We stay solid. They gon’ talk either way.”
Jaden nodded slowly. “And us?”
Malik didn’t hesitate. “I ain’t going nowhere. I’m yours, bro. On and off that field.”
Jaden swallowed hard, heart pounding. “Yeah. Me too.”
Malik leaned in — slow, no rush, no need to prove anything.
Just real.
And when their lips met, it wasn’t about heat. It was about truth.
They kissed like everything depended on it.
Because maybe it did.
Two days after the win, things started to shift.
Not in any loud, dramatic way. But in the little things. The way conversations paused when Malik and Jaden walked in together. The side-eyes from teammates who’d never cared about either of them before. The way some of the guys — especially the younger ones — suddenly had questions about who was sleeping where and why Jaden always left Malik’s place early in the morning.
It didn’t help that their connection on the field kept getting better.
Too good.
Perfect throws. Telepathic routes. It was like they were in each other’s heads.
Because they were.
“Yo, y’all roommates now or somethin’?” one of the linemen asked during lunch, half-joking.
“Nah,” Malik said easily. “We just run film together.”
Jaden looked up, added, “Some of y’all should try it. Might stop missing blocks.”
Laughter. A few shoulder slaps. But under it, Malik felt the watchfulness. Like the team didn’t know whether to joke or judge.
That night in Malik’s dorm, they were both quiet. Film on. Food containers half-eaten. Malik’s hand resting on Jaden’s thigh under the blanket.
“You think they know?” Jaden asked finally.
“They saw,” Malik said. “So yeah. They know.”
Jaden nodded. “Nobody said shit to me yet.”
“They won’t. Not directly. But you’ll feel it.”
Jaden looked over. “And you cool with that?”
Malik leaned in, kissed his cheek. “If it means I still get you in my bed every night? Yeah, I’m cool with it.”
Jaden smiled, then turned, straddled Malik’s lap, lips finding his, slow and hungry.
“I still wanna wear somethin’ for you,” he murmured.
Malik’s hands slid under his tee, gripping his waist. “Like what?”
“Something nasty. Something lace. Let you see what you do to me.”
Malik groaned low, already getting hard. “Then do it. Show me.”
The next night, Jaden did.
He walked in wearing black lace boxer briefs that hugged his ass like sin, waistband low, sheer enough that Malik could see the curve of him underneath. Over it, just a plain hoodie. Nothing else.
When Malik saw him, he damn near dropped his drink.
“Bro…”
Jaden smirked, kicked the door shut behind him, locked it. “Thought you liked surprises.”
Malik pulled him close, hands gripping that lace, voice low. “You got no idea.”
The sex was rougher that night. Hungrier. Malik didn’t even bother undressing Jaden — just yanked the lace aside and took him right there against the wall.
“Fuck, Lik… deeper…”
“You mine,” Malik growled. “Ain’t nobody else get this. Just me.”
Jaden moaned, clung to him, body shaking.
And when Malik came, it was with Jaden’s name on his lips and lace still bunched in his fists.
After, they lay tangled on the bed, breath slowing, sweat cooling.
Malik spoke first.
“I like how you still respect me.”
Jaden blinked, turned his head. “What you mean?”
“On the field. In the locker room. You don’t play me small just ‘cause we close. Or ‘cause I be deep inside you at night.”
Jaden stared at him for a beat, then leaned in, kissed him soft.
“You are Cap. On and off that field. You lead, I follow. But don’t get it twisted — I make you come harder than any of them ever will.”
Malik laughed, pulling him closer. “Facts.”
Great. Here’s Scene Three of Next Play.
The week before their first away game, everything intensified.
Not just the plays or the pressure — but the silence around Malik and Jaden. The unspoken rules. The way nobody dared ask what they were, but everyone had already filled in the blanks.
On the field, they were stars. Off it, they moved like shadows — close, synced, but careful.
No lingering touches in public.
No slipping up in the locker room.
No slipping, period.
But the locker room was tricky.
It wasn’t just about showers and towels and changing gear. It was about the code— what got seen, what got ignored, and how easily one wrong glance could turn a win into a witch hunt.
So Malik played it cool. Jaden did too.
But their bodies betrayed them sometimes.
Malik had just finished lifting — sweat dripping, compression shorts low, a towel slung around his neck. Jaden walked in from drills, jersey peeled halfway off, chest gleaming, that V of his hips catching every damn eye.
Malik’s eyes flicked once. Quick. Just a glance.
But it was enough.
“Y’all good?” one of the corners asked, grinning.
“Chillin’,” Malik said, towel to his face. “Why?”
“Just askin’. Seem like you and Brooks be on that twin flame timing.”
Malik laughed, low and easy. “Nah. Just workin’.”
Jaden said nothing. Just changed quietly, focused, like none of it touched him.
That night, Malik slid into Jaden’s room.
No words. Just heat.
He pinned him to the bed, kissed him rough, ripped off his hoodie. Jaden was already wearing white lace briefs — tight, high-cut, the kind that made Malik growl when he saw them.
“You know what you do to me,” Malik said, voice thick.
Jaden grinned, breathless. “That’s why I wear ‘em.”
Malik didn’t wait. He bent him over the edge of the bed, pulled the lace down slow, teased his hole with two fingers first — wet, deep, slick.
“Want it raw tonight?” Malik asked.
Jaden nodded, face buried in the sheets. “Yeah, Lik… just like that.”
Malik pushed in slow — inch by inch — filling him until he was shaking, moaning, gasping his name.
They moved hard, bodies slapping, Malik gripping his hips like he’d never let go.
And when he came, it was deep and full, both of them trembling.
Later, laying in the afterglow, Jaden spoke.
“You think people really don’t know?”
Malik stared at the ceiling. “I think people know. But they ain’t ready to talk about it.”
“You ever think it’s gonna blow up?”
Malik turned, looked at him. “Yeah. But until it do — I’m not lettin’ go of this. You hear me?”
Jaden nodded, throat tight. “Yeah. I hear you.”
The hotel room smelled like body spray, heat, and turf. They’d just won their first away game — tight score, sold-out stadium, packed with rival fans — but Malik Carter couldn’t focus on any of that. Not when Jaden Brooks was shirtless across the room, towel low, body still dripping from the post-game shower.
“Man, I’m dead,” Jaden groaned, collapsing onto one of the queen beds. “My legs ain’t gonna forgive me.”
Malik cracked a grin. “You actin’ like you didn’t just dust half their secondary for 92 yards and a TD.”
Jaden smirked, eyes half-lidded. “Still hurt.”
They’d been sharing rooms on road games since the start of the season. Coach called it strategy. Chemistry. Timing. Nobody knew what went on behind those locked doors.
Not even the walls.
Malik dropped onto the other bed, rubbing the back of his neck. “We killed that shit tonight. You heard what Coach said.”
“Yeah,” Jaden muttered, eyes still closed. “But I saw how he looked at me after that end zone dance…”
Malik chuckled. “He old school. No fun league type.”
A beat passed. The room settled. Lights low. Just the hum of the AC and the weight of what they hadn’t done yet tonight.
They both knew it was coming.
“Yo,” Jaden said, voice quiet now. “You ever think about how fast all this could go sideways?”
Malik looked over.
“I mean… us.”
Malik sat up, propped on his elbows. “Like what?”
“Like if we slip up again. Somebody hears us. Walks in. We already been caught once. Next time? Shit might leak.”
Malik’s jaw tightened. “I think about it.”
Jaden finally looked at him. “And?”
Malik stood, crossed the space between their beds. “I’m still here, ain’t I?”
Jaden sat up, eyes sharp. Watching.
Malik leaned down, kissed him — slow, sure, no hesitation. And this time, it wasn’t just heat. It was more. Weight. Want. Trust.
When they pulled apart, Jaden exhaled hard. “You know I brought somethin’, right?”
Malik raised a brow. “What?”
Jaden stood, walked to his bag, pulled out something black, strappy, barely folded — a lace thong and matching harness, custom-cut for his thick ass, delicate and bold. Then a velvet bag — inside, a sleek toy with a curved base and a remote control.
Malik’s eyes widened. “You been plannin’?”
Jaden smirked. “Nah. Just like being ready. In case the moment hit.”
Malik stepped closer, heat rising in his chest. “And this the moment?”
“You tell me.”
A slow breath. Then Malik picked up the thong, rough fingers sliding over the lace. “Put it on.”
Jaden didn’t hesitate.
He turned, slid out of his towel, and pulled the thong up over his thighs — the sheer black lace hugged his ass like a glove, the harness straps crossing low and tight. He laid back on the bed, cock semi-hard in the mesh, eyes on Malik.
“Remote’s there if you wanna play.”
Malik took it, the weight of it in his hand almost symbolic. “You ever worn this shit for anyone else?”
Jaden shook his head. “Just you.”
That changed something.
Malik stripped, kicked his shorts aside, and climbed onto the bed. His cock was already thick, dark, curved and ready — but his voice was still calm, controlled.
“You like being controlled, huh?”
Jaden nodded, breath catching. “Yeah.”
“You trust me?”
“Yeah.”
Malik kissed him again, this time gripping his jaw, deep and rough. Then he slid the plug in slowly, letting Jaden gasp, watching every twitch of his body.
“Say you want it.”
“I want it, Lik…”
Malik pressed inside — bare, deep, the slick of lube just enough to ease the stretch. Jaden arched, fingers clutching sheets, body taking him inch by inch.
“Shit…” Malik growled. “You feel that?”
“All of it,” Jaden gasped. “Every fuckin’ inch…”
Malik gripped his hips, slow strokes building, then faster, the bed creaking. The harness straps dug into Jaden’s skin, the lace dark with sweat. Malik fucked him like he was claiming territory — deep, rough, unrelenting.
“You like this?” Malik growled.
“Yeah, Lik—fuck, I love this…”
“Louder.”
“FUCK, LIK—YES—”
A bang at the wall.
“Keep it down, fellas!” one of their teammates yelled from the next room, followed by laughter.
They froze.
Breathing hard.
Jaden muffled a laugh, breathless. “Shit… they heard.”
Malik leaned in, lips brushing Jaden’s ear. “Let ‘em wonder.”
Then he fucked him harder, eyes locked on Jaden’s, the lace twisting with every thrust, the plug still vibrating low. When they both finally broke — Malik flooding him deep, Jaden shaking as he came untouched — it was with full knowledge they were pushing the edge.
And loving it.
Later, they lay tangled on the bed, Malik’s fingers idly tracing Jaden’s chest.
“You think they know?” Jaden asked.
Malik smirked. “Not yet.”
“But they will?”
“Yeah,” Malik said. “But by then, it won’t matter.”
Jaden looked over. “Why?”
Malik’s voice was quiet but certain. “Cause I’m not ashamed of this. Of us.”
A pause.
Then Jaden nodded. “Me either.”
And outside, the city buzzed. But inside, it was just them — two athletes, two bodies, one bond that wasn’t just about sex anymore.
It was more.
And the world was about to find out.
Weeks passed, but the memory of that hotel room never faded. The lace. The toy. The way Jaden screamed Malik’s name without shame. Every night since, they’d been chasing that edge — in dorm rooms, in cars parked off-campus, once even in the facility after hours with the lights low and the cameras blind.
They were locked in. On and off the field.
Every game, the connection tightened. Malik called audibles Jaden hadn’t even learned yet, and Jaden moved like he’d been born knowing where the ball would land. The media was eating it up — “Best QB-WR duo in the conference.” “Lightning and thunder.” “Prime and Shadow.”
But that spotlight was getting hotter.
“Y’all got somethin’ special,” Coach said one day after film. His voice was gruff, but Malik caught the edge under it. “Don’t let anything distract you.”
He looked at both of them a little too long.
And then there was Malik’s ex — Taylor.
She’d stayed quiet after the breakup, but word got back to Malik that she’d been asking around. Who he was spending time with. Why he hadn’t been seen with any new girls. Why he and Jaden always dipped out together.
Malik shrugged it off. Or tried to.
But then came the DM.
From Taylor:
So this what you on now?
Thought you was smarter than that.
Attached was a blurry photo.
Malik and Jaden, from the back. In the hallway. Too close. Jaden’s hand just barely on Malik’s lower back. It could’ve been innocent.
But it wasn’t.
“Yo,” Malik said, barging into Jaden’s room that night, holding up his phone.
Jaden looked up from the bed, shirtless in his mesh briefs. “What’s up?”
Malik tossed the phone on the bed. Jaden stared at the image, jaw tightening.
“Damn,” Jaden muttered. “That was after weights last week.”
“She sent that. Talkin’ slick.”
Jaden stood, running a hand over his head. “She gonna try to out you?”
Malik didn’t answer right away. Just stared at the phone like it might burn through the mattress.
“I don’t know,” he said finally. “But this shit’s startin’ to get real.”
Jaden crossed the room, placed a hand on Malik’s chest. “You good?”
Malik exhaled, let his forehead rest against Jaden’s. “Yeah. I just ain’t tryin’ to lose everything over this.”
“You won’t,” Jaden said, voice low, steady. “Not over us.”
But the whispers started.
A few teammates started cracking jokes with sharper teeth. “Y’all married now?” “Damn, Brooks, you ridin’ shotgun in Cap’s life too?” Nothing direct. But Malik noticed the looks. The way conversations quieted when he walked in. The way Coach started pairing him with other receivers in drills.
One night after practice, as Malik was pulling off his cleats, Coach pulled him aside.
“You got a minute?”
They stepped into his office. Door shut. Blinds drawn.
Coach leaned against the desk, arms crossed. “I been in this game a long time. Seen a lot. Heard more than I needed.”
Malik said nothing.
“You got talent, Carter. Leadership. But distractions? They’ll eat you alive. And rumors? Whether they’re true or not — they stick.”
Malik’s jaw tightened. “You got somethin’ you want to say directly?”
Coach stared at him for a beat. Then just said, “Be careful. That’s all.”
Later that night, Malik found Jaden on the field alone — catching passes from the machine, shirt off, skin gleaming in the stadium lights.
“Coach pulled me in,” Malik said, voice tight.
Jaden caught the next ball clean, paused, then turned. “Yeah?”
“Said rumors stick. Told me to be careful.”
Jaden walked up to him, breath fogging in the cold. “You still wanna keep doing this?”
Malik didn’t answer with words. He stepped in, grabbed the front of Jaden’s compression shorts, pulled him in for a kiss deep enough to silence everything else.
“Yeah,” Malik said when they broke apart. “I do.”
But the leak came anyway.
First, a locker room joke — one that used to be harmless.
But this time, someone said: “Y’all two moaning again tonight or what?”
Everyone laughed.
Malik didn’t.
Jaden didn’t.
Then the group chat screenshot — someone anonymously sent it to a burner account.
It was from a teammate.
A voice memo. Background noise, beds creaking. Then a moan.
“Lik… fuck…”
Cut off.
No faces. No names.
But anyone who knew?
They knew.
Malik’s phone blew up the next morning. Teammates sending wide-eyed emojis. One text from Taylor: “Told you. Should’ve stayed in your lane.”
And Coach?
Coach didn’t say a word.
He just posted new room assignments for the next road game.
Jaden and Malik were no longer together.
They met that night behind the stadium — the place they used to sneak off to during two-a-days just to breathe.
Jaden stood with his hood up, hands in his pockets. Malik’s heart thudded just looking at him.
“It’s out,” Jaden said, voice calm but hollow.
Malik nodded. “Not all the way. Not yet.”
Jaden looked over. “But it will be.”
Malik stepped closer. “So what we do?”
Jaden stared at him. “What do you wanna do?”
Malik didn’t flinch. “I want you.”
Jaden’s throat bobbed. “Even with all this shit?”
“Yeah,” Malik said. “Especially with all this shit.”
A long silence.
Then Jaden cracked a smile, small but real. “Then we ride.”
But as they hugged — tight, strong, quiet — neither saw the phone camera across the field.
A red light blinking.
Recording.
Then disappearing into the dark.
TO BE CONTINUED…
