Jake knelt on the mat, his lean frame of corded muscle wrapped around a wiry frame trembling with the aftershocks of exertion. The fluorescents painted his freckled skin in harsh relief. Every corded muscle of his abdomen flexed as he breathed, the sharp angles of his hip bones jutting above thighs still damp with sweat. His cock curved a solid five inches upward against his stomach, flushed pink and twitching at the tip where pre-cum beaded in a slow, glistening string. The ginger hair at the base was damp and tousled, clinging to skin that shone under the lights. Cum streaked through his eyelashes like war paint, dried white against his temple where Liam’s thumb had smeared it earlier. His lips, slightly parted, were still slick with spit and the bitter tang of Liam’s release.
Asher was a contrasting mass beside him. Broader and thicker, his olive skin stretched taut over dense muscle that coiled with every shift of his weight. His thighs, sculpted from years of wrestling drills, flexed as he adjusted his kneeling position, the mat squeaking under his knees. His cock jutted from his hips, a thick nine inches of flushed, veined flesh, the foreskin pulled tight over the swollen head. A drop of pre-cum clung to the slit, trembling with every ragged exhale. The cum streaking his cheekbone had dried into a cracked trail down his jaw, mingling with the sweat darkening the curls at his nape. His chest rose and fell rapidly, the defined planes of his pecs glistening, the dark nipples peaked from exertion and lingering arousal.
Jake’s green eyes flicked sideways, tracing the way his best friend's biceps bulged where his hands clenched into fists against his thighs. The wrestler’s body was a landscape of tension. Every ridge of muscle stood in stark relief, from the thick cords of his neck to the carved lines of his obliques. A sheen of sweat clung to the hollow of his throat, catching the light when he swallowed hard. Jake’s gaze dropped lower, lingering on the way Asher’s cock twitched against his stomach, the thick vein along the underside pulsing in time with his heartbeat.
Neither spoke. The air between them crackled with something unspoken, charged and electric. Jake’s tongue darted out, swiping absently at the corner of his mouth where Liam’s cum had dried. The movement drew Asher’s dark eyes like a magnet, his gaze tracking the flick of pink and the way Jake’s throat worked as he swallowed.
Jake's laugh cut through the charged silence like a blade. Sharp, sudden, and just a little unsteady. He wiped at his face again, smearing the remnants of Liam's cum across his freckled cheekbone. "Fuck," he breathed, shaking his head, "I still can't get over the fact you've been hiding that," he gestured loosely at Asher's still-hard cock, ",from me for years, Kovac."
Asher's jaw tightened, his dark eyes flicking sideways to meet Jake's. His fingers twitched against his thighs, but before he could respond, the wrestling room door crashed open with enough force to make the hinges groan.
Liam Yang stepped back into the fluorescent light, fully dressed now. Tousled hair spilled out from a backward cap. His sleeveless shirt clung to the sculpted planes of his chest, the deep neck revealing the hard ridges of his pecs. The fabric left his biceps bare, the thick muscles flexing as he adjusted his stance, veins standing in stark relief against his tan skin.
His athletic shorts were criminally short, riding high on his massive thighs, the hem barely skimming the midpoint of his quads. The fabric stretched taut over the bulk of his legs, every cut and definition visible even in the dim light. The outline of his cock was unmistakable beneath the thin material, still half-hard and curving downward against his thigh, the thick head pressing against the fabric.
White crew socks disappeared into high-top sneakers that squeaked faintly against the mat as he strode forward. The laces were loose and dragged along the ground. His gait was effortless, predatory, the muscles in his thighs rolling with every step. The shorts rode up further with the movement, revealing the tan skin of his upper thighs where sweat still gleamed in the hollows. A thick vein snaked down the inside of his right leg, pulsing faintly under the strain of his restrained power.
Asher’s eye darkened. "Dude," he blurted, voice rough, "why the hell are you dressed?" His thick thighs tensed, ready to push himself up from the mat.
Liam didn’t break stride. "Shut up," he said flatly, one hand already digging into his pocket. "I’m in charge here." His tone left no room for argument and something in it made Asher’s jaw click shut instinctively, though his fists clenched tighter against his thighs.
Liam’s smirk was razor-sharp as he pulled out his phone. "Got a surprise for you two," he said, and before either could react, he raised it and snapped a picture of Jake and Asher frozen mid-kneel, naked bodies still glistening with sweat and streaked with drying cum.
Asher’s roar of protest shattered the silence. "Fuck no!" He lunged off the mat, all coiled muscle and fury, his thick thighs propelling him forward. The size difference was stark. Asher’s broad shoulders and dense frame dwarfing Liam’s slightly leaner but taller build, his towering presence casting a shadow as he barreled toward him.
Liam barely flinched. He sidestepped with wrestler’s reflexes, his sneakers squeaking against the tile as he pivoted. One foot hooked behind Asher’s ankle; his palm slammed between Asher’s shoulder blades mid-stride, leveraging his own momentum against him. Asher hit the ground hard, the air punching out of him in a grunt, his massive body sprawled across the mat.
Liam wrinkled his nose, flicking a glance at the smear of cum now streaking his tank. "Come on bro," he muttered, though his voice lacked real heat. He stepped over Asher’s heaving form, his shorts riding up further with the movement, revealing the carved definition of his thighs. "You forget who you’re dealing with, Kovac." He nudged Asher’s ribs with his shoe. "Future captain. You obey me."
"Relax," Liam said, flipping his phone casually between his fingers as Asher scrambled to his feet, his olive skin flushed with fury. "I'm not showing these to anyone." A slow smirk curled his lips. "Or anyone that hasn't fucked your asses, at least." He paused, tilting his head, the fluorescent light catching the sharp angle of his jaw. "It's for a-" His dark eyes flicked to Jake, who was still kneeling, ginger lashes lowered as he watched them with quiet amusement. "Project."
Liam's grin widened, predatory and pleased. "Now that I have one," he mused, tapping his phone against his palm, "I might as well get a couple better shots." He circled them lazily, his sneakers squeaking against the mat.
Asher's hands clenched into fists at his sides, his thick thighs tensing. "Fuck no," he growled, taking a step forward.
But Jake's laugh cut through the tension, bright and sharp. "Hmm." He swiped a thumb through the drying mess on his collarbone, considering. "Maybe we should, dude." His green eyes glinted as he met Asher's glare. "We're lookin swole today."
The camera flash burned white against Jake's retinas as Liam circled them, his smirk audible in the shutter clicks. Asher's growl rumbled through the wrestling room, his dense muscles coiled tight enough to snap. Jake just stretched lazily, arching his back until his freckled abs flexed under the fluorescent lights, his cock twitching against his thigh as Liam's phone angled for another shot.
"Smile, Kovac," Jake teased, kicking his heel against Asher's calf. "You're prettier when you don't look like you're constipated."
Asher's fingers dug into his own thighs hard enough to bruise. "Fuck you," he muttered as his dark eyes tracked Liam's movements with something hotter than fury. Liam's sneakers squeaked as he crouched low, the hem of his shorts riding up to reveal the thick curve of his quads. The phone's lens focused on the mess streaking Jake's chest that was Liam's cum dried in sticky trails between his pecs.
"Perfect," Liam murmured, thumb swiping to zoom in. His tongue darted out to wet his lower lip as he adjusted the angle, his own erection straining against his shorts. "Now turn your head toward Asher- yeah, just like that." The shutter clicked again, capturing Jake's smirk as he tilted his face toward his best friend, his ginger lashes lowered.
Liam’s laughter echoed off the padded walls, sharp and knowing. "If you hate this so much, Kovac," he taunted, circling them with his phone still raised, "why the fuck are you harder than ever?"
Asher’s flush burned hotter than the fluorescents overhead. His olive skin darkened, the color spreading from his throat to his cheekbones as his cock twitched violently against his stomach in undeniable proof. "Shut- " he choked, voice cracking, "shut the fuck up."
Liam didn’t. He crouched beside Jake, fingers tangling in his ginger hair with practiced ease. "Riley," he murmured, tugging until Jake’s head tipped back, green eyes glinting up at Asher’s looming frame. "Tongue out."
Jake obeyed without hesitation, pink tongue darting over his lower lip. The tip glistened, trembling slightly as Liam adjusted his grip, angling Jake’s face toward Asher’s cock until it stood inches away, the swollen head bobbing with every ragged breath Asher took.
"Fuck," Asher hissed, his thighs tensing as if to step back, but he didn’t. His fists clenched tighter at his sides, knuckles whitening.
Liam’s smirk was audible. "See?" He nudged Jake closer with a knee between his shoulder blades. "Kovac’s got some self-control." His phone clicked again, capturing the way Asher’s cock jumped when Jake exhaled warm breath across the slit.
Jake’s tongue flicked out experimentally, not touching, just close enough for Asher to feel the heat. Asher’s groan punched out of him, his hips jerking forward instinctively before he caught himself.
"Easy," Liam chided. "No teasing." He tilted his phone for another shot, zooming in on the bead of pre-cum trembling at Asher’s tip.
Liam's chuckle was low and knowing as he straightened, his phone still poised between them. "Alright, Riley," he ordered, nudging Jake's shoulder with his sneaker. "Up. Let's settle something."
Jake rolled his eyes but pushed to his feet, his lean frame unfolding with the easy grace of a wrestler used to sudden movements. His freckled skin gleamed under the harsh lights, the dried streaks of cum cracking as he stretched his arms overhead. "What now, Captain?" he drawled, though his green eyes flicked to Asher's still-kneeling form with something like anticipation.
Liam's smirk was all teeth. "Side by side," he instructed, gesturing between them with his phone. "Let's see how you measure up."
Asher's head snapped up, his dark eyes widening. "What the fuck-"
"Now," Liam interrupted, his tone brooking no argument. He tapped his phone against his palm. "Unless you want this whole album sent to the team group chat."
Jake snorted, already stepping closer. "Relax, Kovac," he muttered, nudging Asher's thigh with his knee. "It's not like we haven't seen each other's junk before." His grin was all mischief as he positioned himself hip-to-hip with Asher, their cocks inches apart. Jake's flushed five inches curving upward while Asher's thick nine jutted straight out, the foreskin pulled taut over the swollen head.
Liam whistled low, circling them with his phone raised. "Damn, Kovac," he mused, zooming in on the stark contrast. "You really are packing." The camera clicked, capturing the way Jake's fingers twitched at his sides.
Jake scoffed, rolling his shoulders. "Yeah, well," he said, tilting his hips deliberately to make his own cock bounce. "Mine's prettier." His grin sharpened when Asher choked on air beside him. "See?" He gestured loosely at himself. "Perfect upward curve. Symmetrical veins. And-” He flicked the tip of his own cock, making it jump. "-fully functional."
Liam's laugh was rich with amusement as he crouched for a lower angle. "Riley's got a point," he conceded, swiping to review the photos. "Yours looks like it belongs in a medical novelty textbook, Kovac." He smirked up at Asher's thunderous expression. "Riley's is... artsy."
Asher's jaw worked silently, his olive skin darkening further. His cock twitched violently against his thigh though, Liam noted with interest.
Liam made a low, approving sound in the back of his throat, almost thoughtful, as he swiped his thumb across his phone screen one last time. "Perfect," he murmured, tucking the device into his pocket with a smirk that made Asher's shoulders tense. Without another word, he turned on his heel, the tight fabric of his shorts straining obscenely around his still-hard cock as he strode toward the door.
Jake snorted, crossing his arms over his freckled chest. "Real subtle, Captain," he called after him, nodding pointedly at the tented fabric. "You gonna take care of that, or…"
Liam didn't pause. He merely bent at the waist, muscles flexing under his tank, and scooped up their discarded singlets from the mat with one smooth motion. The navy fabric dangled from his fingers, swinging lazily as he straightened. "Hope you two freshmen didn't forget," he said over his shoulder, voice dripping with false sympathy, "you haven't earned clothing yet."
Asher’s jaw dropped. "You motherf-"
Liam was already pushing through the door, his chuckle fading down the hallway. Asher lunged after him, but Jake’s arm shot out like a steel bar, catching him across the chest.
"Don't," Jake growled, though his own pale skin flushed darker with fury. "He wants you to chase him."
Asher twisted, glaring up at him. "So?" His green eyes flicked pointedly down Jake’s naked body. "You telling me you don't wanna tackle his ass right now?"
Jake's fingers twitched where they gripped Asher's bicep, but he didn't release him. Asher’s dark eyes darted toward the door, then back to Jake's face. "...Fuck," he muttered finally, shoving Jake away with a frustrated noise. "We're screwed."
Jake laughed, bright, sharp, and reckless, as he staggered back a step. "Yeah, well." He gestured broadly at their bare bodies, the cum-streaked mats, Liam's vanished silhouette. "Kinda figured that out when he started taking dick pics, dude."
Asher exhaled sharply through his nose, his thick thighs tensing as he turned away. His shoulders hunched, the rigid line of his spine screaming frustration. Jake watched, fascinated, as a bead of sweat traced the deep groove between Asher's lats before disappearing into the dimple above his ass.
"Relax," Jake drawled, stretching his arms overhead until his joints popped. "What's he gonna do, show the team how good you suck cock?" He grinned when Asher stiffened. "Please. Dude's got a reputation to uphold too."
Asher's fingers curled into fists. "Fuck off, Riley."
Jake glanced at the clock above the wrestling room door, 6:07 AM, and groaned. "Fuck," he muttered, raking a hand through his ginger hair. "We forgot to stash an extra set of clothes outside." His freckled nose wrinkled as he sniffed his own shoulder. "And we reek. Campus is gonna be awake in, like, an hour."
Asher stiffened, his dark eyes darting toward the frosted glass of the door where the first hints of dawn were beginning to bleed through. "Shit," he hissed, shoulders tightening. His olive skin flushed darker under the fluorescents, the sweat-damp sheen making his muscles gleam as he pivoted toward the showers.
Jake smirked, trailing after him. "Relax, Kovac," he said, nudging Asher's hip with his knee. "It's not like anyone's gonna be-" His voice cut off with a surprised grunt as Asher suddenly whirled, shoving him backward into the tiled wall. The impact knocked the air from Jake's lungs, his bare shoulders hitting the cold ceramic with a wet slap.
Asher's forearm pressed against his collarbone, pinning him. "Shut up," he growled, his breath hot against Jake's cheek. "You think this is funny?" His bicep flexed, the dense muscle corded with tension. "We're naked. Covered in cum. And Liam-"
"- he has pictures of us, yeah," Jake finished, grinning up at him. He rolled his hips deliberately, his half-hard cock dragging against Asher's thigh. "Dude, chill. Worst case scenario, we sprint." His grin widened at Asher's incredulous stare. "Race you to Carter Hall."
Asher's jaw worked silently before he shoved off with a frustrated noise, stalking toward the locker room. Jake followed, his bare feet slapping against the mat.
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