"Are you fucking kidding me?" Asher's roar echoed off the locker room tiles, sharp enough to make Jake pause mid-step. He shoved the door open with his shoulder, still naked and sticky, and froze.
Asher stood silhouetted against the fluorescents, his broad frame coiled tight with fury. Every muscle stood in stark relief, thick delts flexing as he clenched his fists, the dense slabs of his pecs heaving with each ragged breath. Sweat traced the deep grooves between his abs, glistening down the tapered V of his hips where his cock hung heavy between thick thighs, still flushed and half-hard from earlier. The olive skin of his shoulders darkened with anger, the tendons in his neck standing rigid as he held up two pieces of fabric pinched between his fingers like they offended him personally.
Jake's gaze dropped. Hot pink, tiny jockstraps.
Asher's growl vibrated through the locker room. "Looks like Yang left us a present." He shook the jockstraps violently, the flimsy material fluttering like surrender flags. The thin straps dangled from his massive fingers, the waistbands barely wide enough to span his palm.
Jake's laughter erupted as he shoved off the doorframe. "Holy shit," he wheezed, swiping at his eyes. "Guess Captain's got a heart after all." He sauntered forward, ginger hair still damp from their rushed shower, freckled skin gleaming under the harsh lights. "We won't be going home naked." His grin turned wicked as he plucked one from Asher's grip, holding it up against his lean hips. "Just a repeat of last week's walk of shame then."
Asher's glare could've melted steel. The pink fabric crumpled in his fist. "You cannot be serious."
Jake wiggled the jockstrap tauntingly. "What's wrong, Kovac?" He stepped closer, his bare chest brushing Asher's arm. "Scared you'll look too pretty in pink?" His green eyes dropped pointedly to Asher's groin. "Or worried that monster dick won't fit?"
Asher's nostrils flared. His cock twitched traitorously against his thigh, thick veins standing out along the shaft. "Fuck you."
Jake grinned, unfazed. He grabbed one jock. "Ohhh," he drawled, fingers tracing the edge. "Captain's got taste." His smirk widened as he held it up to Asher's hips again. "Bet it'll barely cover half your-"
Asher snatched it back with a growl. "I'm not wearing this shit."
Jake rolled his eyes. "Dude, it's either this or parade your nine-incher across campus at sunrise." He stepped closer, their chests nearly touching. "Unless..." His fingers brushed Asher's hipbone. "You want everyone to see how hard Yang got you?"
Asher's breath hitched. His bicep flexed as he shoved Jake away. "Shut up."
Jake's grin faltered as he glanced at the clock again. 6:14 AM, the first hints of dawn bleeding through the frosted locker room windows. His playful demeanor cracked like thin ice as he grabbed the jockstrap from Asher's fist with sudden urgency. "Enough fucking around," he muttered, all traces of laughter gone from his voice. "If we wanna get back without the entire dorm seeing us like this, we move now."
His freckled fingers worked quickly, threading the thin pink straps through his thighs with practiced efficiency. The fabric stretched taut over the lean muscle of his hips, the waistband barely skimming the sharp V of his pelvis. The pouch strained against his half-hard cock, the upward curve pressing insistently against the flimsy material. Every vein stood in stark relief under the fluorescents, the flushed head peeking over the elastic edge where precum had already darkened the fabric. Jake adjusted himself with a rough tug, his green eyes flicking to the door as distant footsteps echoed in the hallway.
Asher watched, jaw clenched, as Jake twisted to check the fit. The jockstrap framed his ass perfectly, the freckled globes flexing as he bent slightly. Sweat still glistened along the dimples above his ass, tracing the shallow grooves where Liam's fingers had dug in earlier. Jake straightened with a sharp inhale, his abs rippling as the waistband settled snug against his hipbones. The pink fabric was bright against his pale skin, highlighting the ginger trail leading from his navel downward.
Asher exhaled sharply through his nose, the tendons in his neck standing taut as he unfurled the second jockstrap with visible reluctance. The fluorescent lights caught every flex of his forearm as he stretched the flimsy pink fabric between his fists, testing the limits of the elastic with a rough jerk that made the waistband snap audibly against his calloused palms. His olive skin darkened with a flush as he finally stepped into it, muscular thighs parting with wrestler’s grace, and dragged the straps up over his dense quadriceps, the movement making his biceps ripple.
The hot pink fabric strained against his sheer mass, the waistband digging into the carved ridges of his hips where sweat still glistened in the hollows. His cock, thick and heavy even half-soft, pulsed visibly against the sheer material, the pronounced curve of his shaft pressing the fabric outward in a taut arc. The foreskin had retracted slightly, revealing the flushed head where precum beaded at the slit, dampening the already sheer pouch. Every vein stood stark beneath the stretched fabric, the darker olive hue of his skin shadowing through pink like a bruise.
Asher adjusted himself with a rough grunt, his thick fingers tugging at the side straps where they bit into the meat of his thighs. The jockstrap’s straps disappeared beneath his cheeks, the thin material doing nothing to hide the deep cleft or the way his muscles flexed when he shifted his weight. His lats flared as he rolled his shoulders, the motion pulling the waistband tighter across his pelvis, the pink fabric now riding high enough to expose the dark trail of hair leading from his navel downward.
Jake’s smirk faltered as he openly stared. “Fuck,” he breathed, green eyes tracing the way Asher’s cock twitched against the fabric, the head now fully exposed where the elastic had rolled down. “That’s… unfair.”
Asher exhaled sharply through his nose, the pink waistband biting into his hips as he adjusted himself with a rough tug. "Whatever," he muttered, jaw clenched tight enough to crack teeth. His dark eyes flicked toward the locker room door where early morning light seeped through the frosted glass. "We gotta go."
The words came out clipped, strained, like he was forcing them past something lodged in his throat. His fingers twitched at his sides, thick callouses scraping against his own thighs as if itching to cover himself. The jockstrap's flimsy straps dug into the meat of his quadriceps with every shift of his weight, the fabric straining obscenely around his half-hard cock. A bead of sweat traced the deep groove between his pecs before disappearing beneath the elastic edge.
Jake's grin was all teeth as he stepped closer, the pink fabric clinging to his freckled hips like a second skin. "Relax, Kovac," he murmured, green eyes glinting under the fluorescents. "At this distance, you just look like a really buff flamingo." His fingers brushed Asher's waistband lightly before darting away. "A sexy one."
Asher's forearm shot out, pinning Jake against the locker with a metallic clang. His bicep flexed, dense muscle pressing Jake's bare shoulder blades into the cold metal. "Shut up," he growled, breath hot against Jake's temple. The scent of sweat and cheap soap clung to his skin, mingling with something darker, muskier. His cock twitched against the sheer fabric, betraying him. "Just move."
Jake's smirk wavered as the first voices echoed down the hallway, sharp, laughing, getting closer. His freckled fingers dug into Asher's wrist. "Stairs," he hissed, jerking his chin toward the emergency exit. "Now."
They moved as one, Asher's bulk blocking Jake from view as they darted toward the door, their bare feet slapping against the tile. Jake's hand shot out, shoving the emergency bar with enough force to send the door flying open and they spilled into the stairwell, morning light slicing through the grimy windows.
"Fuck," Asher spat, already vaulting down the steps two at a time. His thighs flexed, the jockstrap's straps biting deeper into his skin with every landing. The thin fabric stretched dangerously over his ass, the shadowed cleft visible with each downward lunge.
Jake's laughter bounced off the concrete walls as he followed, his lean frame eating up the distance between them. "Race you to the quad!" he called, already gaining ground. His ginger hair caught the sunlight streaming through the landing windows, turning the strands molten. The jockstrap's pouch strained around his cock, the flushed tip peeking over the elastic edge as he moved.
Asher growled, muscles coiling as he pushed harder. His biceps flexed with the effort, his breath coming in short bursts. The stairwell smelled like sweat and old metal, the sound of their footfalls echoing like gunshots. Jake's taunts chased him down each flight, his voice bright with adrenaline.
The morning air hit them like a slap. Cold, crisp, tinged with dew and the faint metallic scent of sprinklers kicking on across the quad. Jake gasped as his bare feet hit the pavement, the rough asphalt biting into his soles while the pink jockstrap stretched across his ass with each stride. His cock bounced against the sheer fabric, the flushed head catching sunlight every time he lunged forward. Behind him, Asher's heavier footfalls pounded the sidewalk, his thick thighs flexing under the strained straps of his own jockstrap with a rhythmic snap that Jake could hear even over his own ragged breathing.
They cut between buildings, dodging behind hedges whenever distant voices carried on the breeze. Jake's freckled shoulders glistened with sweat, his muscles burning as he vaulted over a low bench, graceful despite the absurdity of their situation, only to stumble when his foot caught on uneven pavement. Asher's arm shot out, hauling him upright by the elbow without breaking stride, his grip bruising. Jake grinned, breathless, his green eyes flicking down to where Asher's cock strained against the pink fabric, the dark veins shadowed beneath the stretched material. "Fuck," Jake panted, "you're leaking."
Asher's jaw clenched, but he didn't slow down. His olive skin flushed darker under the morning light, sweat tracing the deep groove between his pecs before disappearing beneath the waistband. The jockstrap's thin straps framing the dense globes with every powerful thrust of his legs. Jake watched, mesmerized, as Asher's muscles flexed- delts, lats, the thick cord of his traps- his entire body a study in controlled motion even at this breakneck pace.
They hit the dormitory pathway at the same time, shoulders brushing as they skidded around the corner of Carter Hall. Jake's lungs burned, his freckled chest heaving as he pressed his back against the brick exterior, peering around the edge toward the main doors. Empty. The quad stretched silent before them, the first golden rays of sunrise painting the grass in long shadows. Asher crowded behind him, his breath hot on Jake's nape, his broad chest radiating heat against Jake's shoulder blades. The pink fabric of his jockstrap was soaked through at the waistband, clinging to his hipbones where Jake's fingers had dug in earlier.
"Clear," Jake whispered, though his voice came out rougher than intended. He twisted slightly, catching the way Asher's dark eyes dropped to his mouth, then lower, where Jake's cock strained against the damp pouch. The elastic had rolled down, exposing the freckled skin of his pelvis, the ginger trail leading upward. Jake smirked, nudging Asher's thigh with his knee. "Eyes up, Kovac."
The dorm hallway smelled like stale beer and Febreze, a cheap frat boy musk clinging to the industrial carpet as Jake and Asher skidded around the corner, their bare feet silent now against the carpet. Carter Hall’s third floor was eerily quiet at this hour, the only sound the hum of vending machines down the hall and their own ragged breathing.
Jake pressed his back against the wall beside his door, his freckled chest heaving. His pink jockstrap had twisted during their sprint, the left strap digging into his thigh while the pouch strained around his cock, the fabric damp where precum had seeped through. He swiped a hand over his mouth, his green eyes darting to Asher’s door, Room 309, just one down from his own.
Asher braced an arm above Jake’s head, his bicep flexing close enough that Jake could see the sweat glistening in the crook of his elbow. The junior wrestler’s dark curls were plastered to his forehead, his olive skin flushed deep under the fluorescent hallway lights. His jockstrap was worse off than Jake’s. The waistband had rolled down entirely, exposing the thick thatch of dark hair at his groin, the pink fabric stretched obscenely around his half-hard cock.
Jake’s grin was sharp, breathless. “Close call,” he murmured, tilting his head toward Asher’s hips. “Though I don’t think we’re exactly subtle.”
Jake's grin evaporated. His fingers patted absently at his bare hips where pockets should've been, then froze. "Oh fuck," he breathed, green eyes widening. "Dude. Our key cards."
Asher's olive skin paled two shades. His thick fingers flexed uselessly against the doorframe. "Fuck," he muttered, jaw clenching. The jockstrap's waistband dug deeper into his hips as he shifted his weight, the pink fabric riding higher with every agitated movement.
Jake exhaled sharply through his nose. "Relax." He rolled his shoulders, the motion making his freckled chest flex under the fluorescents. "I'll handle it." Before Asher could protest, Jake rapped three sharp knocks against his own door, Room 311, the sound echoing down the silent hallway.
A beat. Two. Then the door cracked open just enough to reveal one sleep-creased eye and a mess of brown hair. Jake's roommate blinked slowly, his gaze dragging down Jake's body past the damp pink fabric straining over his cock, the freckled thighs streaked with dried sweat, then up to Asher's equally compromised state. His mouth fell open.
"What the fuck dude," his roommate breathed
Jake flashed his most winning grin, leaning casually against the doorframe. "Morning, Bryce." His fingers twitched toward his hips like he wanted to adjust himself but thought better of it. "Forgot my key card. Mind letting us in?"
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