The locker room smelled like sweat, cheap body spray, and the faint metallic tang of deodorant in the pre-practice rush. Asher shouldered his way through the crowded space, his duffel bag swinging heavily against his hip. The team buzzed around him, Mateo grabbing a space on the bench to unlace his shoes, Liam lounging on a bench with his phone, Jon mid-strip, with his shorts around his ankles.
Asher reached his locker, spinning the combination with practiced ease. The moment the door swung open, his entire body locked up.
A glossy collage of his and Jake's naked bodies stared back at him in glossy 8x10s taped to the back of the locker. Every angle was meticulously captured.
The locker door slammed shut with a crash that echoed off the tile.
Seth jumped, dropping his water bottle. Across the aisle, Jon’s shirt paused midway up his shoulders, his cock swinging. Even Liam glanced up from his phone with a slow, knowing smirk.
Jake was already moving toward his own locker when Asher grabbed his wrist. "Slow," Asher muttered under his breath, fingers digging into Jake’s pulse point.
Jake hesitated, then twisted the dial. The locker swung open. Another collage, this one featuring Jake’s spread thighs and Asher's dick dripping precum onto his outstretched tongue. His lips parted around a sharp exhale before he quietly shut the door again.
"No one saw," Jake muttered under his breath, tossing his duffel onto the bench with deliberate nonchalance. His freckled fingers worked the waistband of his shorts loose, the fabric sliding down his lean hips to pool around his ankles. The locker room buzzed around them. Mateo flexing in the mirror, Liam’s dark chuckle, Jon hopping around on one foot as he tugged his singlet on, but Jake’s gaze stayed locked on Asher’s tense shoulders. "We didn’t really need our lockers today anyway," he added, grinning as he stepped free of his shorts. His cock swung heavily between his thighs, half-hard from the adrenaline, the tip brushing his thighs as he stretched.
Asher exhaled sharply through his nose, his olive skin flushed under the fluorescent lights. His duffel hit the bench with a thud, the sound drowned out by Liam’s sudden bark of laughter from across the room. "Speak for yourself," he growled low enough that only Jake could hear, his thick fingers yanking his shirt over his head in one rough motion. The fabric caught briefly on his dark curls before giving way, revealing the dense muscle of his torso, his corded abs, and the deep groove between his pecs. Asher then pushed his shorts down, revealing his soft cock straining against his briefs.
The locker room air thickened with the sound of twenty wrestlers stripping down. Zippers hissing, fabric rustling, the occasional slap of bare skin against tile. Jake stretched his arms overhead, letting his singlet dangle from one finger as his cock swung lazily between his thighs. The curve of it caught the fluorescent light, glistening at the tip. "You staring, Kovac?" he teased, rolling his shoulders to make everything jiggle just slightly.
Asher didn't dignify that with words. He just yanked his briefs down in one motion, his thick cock slapping against his thigh with an audible thwap. Dark curls, olive skin, and that ridiculous thickness. Jake’s throat went dry watching him bend to grab his jockstrap from the duffel. The way Asher’s ass flexed, round and firm, should’ve been illegal.
Sage plopped onto the bench between them with a grunt, already peeling off his sweatpants. "Save the eye-fucking for after drills," he joked, though his own gaze lingered on Asher’s massive dick as he shucked his briefs. Sage was all lean angles and sun-kissed skin, his cock thick but straight, bobbing as he rummaged for his gear.
Jake smirked, snapping his jockstrap against Sage’s shoulder. "Jealous?" He stepped into the white fabric, letting it ride up his freckled ass before tugging it properly into place. The pouch strained immediately around his half-hard cock, the elastic digging into his hips.
Sage rolled his eyes and swatted at Jake, and then yanked his own jock on. The fabric stretched tight across his thighs, the outline of his cock unmistakable as he adjusted himself with rough tugs. “Eh, having that massive dick would be more trouble than it’s worth."
Asher snorted, pulling his singlet up in one fluid motion. The white fabric clung to every ridge of muscle, the straps framing his shoulders. "You wish, shrimp dick," he rumbled, adjusting himself through the singlet with a grimace. The outline of his cock was visible even through the layers of fabric, the pronounced curve pressing against the stretchy material.
Jake grinned, shimmying into his own singlet with exaggerated hip rolls. The fabric hugged his lean frame, the straps digging into his freckled shoulders. He stretched, arching his back, muscles tensing against the tight material. "If only some of the cheerleaders could see us now."
Sage groaned, standing abruptly and pulling on his singlet. "As if you guys could pull a babe that hot, that’s territory only I can cover." He jogged toward the door, his singlet hugging the top curve of his ass as he flexed playfully.
Asher caught Jake’s wrist before he could follow. "The photos," he muttered under his breath, jerking his chin toward their lockers.
Jake's fingers twitched against Asher's wrist- warm, calloused, and reassuring despite the tension thrumming between them. "We'll peel them off tonight," he murmured, lips barely moving as his green eyes flicked toward the locker room exit where their teammates were already filing out. "Once this place is empty." His smirk was all teeth, but Asher caught the undercurrent of unease beneath the bravado.
They jogged out to the practice room, their singlets clinging to every flex of muscle. Jake's lean frame moved with effortless grace, his freckled shoulders rolling with each stride while Asher's dense bulk cut through the humid air like a blade.
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