Mad With Desire
“Dude, what is your problem? You could have fucked up my leg, and then we would have a serious problem.” I say, getting into Anthony’s smug face.
“Maybe if you watched where you were going. We wouldn’t have collided. It’s not my fault the princess has a weak leg.” Anthony responds with a smirk.
Before I can compose myself, I lunge at him and grab his jersey. I pull him by his jersey and he tries to pull away. My grip is tight and I refuse to let go, he is always trying to do things to cause harm to others.
“You fucking bastard! You know what you are doing. Stop trying to hurt people and you might get some playing time.” I say inches from his face.
Coach Stewart emerges from his office blaring his whistle, causing us all to jump back.
“What the hell is going on here? You all are supposed to be scrimmaging not having a dance in the middle of my court.” He shouts.
“Anthony did something to Draelyn when he went in for a layup.” Thomas supplies to coach.
“You two are at it again?” Coach says, shaking his head. “Anthony and Draelyn hit the bleachers and get off my court.”
“But coach.” I start before he gives me his I don’t give a damn look.
“Replace these two and get to scrimmaging boys.” Coach says walking back to his office. Without anything else to do, I head for the bleachers and get started. Anthony is right behind me, and I can tell how he is running that this is not over. Whatever he throws my way, I am ready for it. He has the wrong one if he thinks I will let him get away with his stunt.
The rest of the team continues scrimmaging as Anthony and I silently run up and down the bleachers. He is matching my speed as we run, which annoys me. Everything that he does is to measure up with me or challenge me. We are all a team and everyone brings something unique to the team. There is no need for competition among us. In reality, I know that it just comes with athletes.
“Are you getting tired yet princess?” Anthony taunts as we climb the bleachers.
“What is your deal with me? Why don’t you worry about staying out of trouble and maybe playing more than one game a month.” I shoot back.
Anthony shoves me and we both go tumbling to the ground as we fight for dominance. We both get a couple of licks in before some teammates break us up. As we are being pulled apart, Anthony kicks at me but misses. His leg gets caught in mine and I sweep his feet from under him, sending him into more rage. Coach approaches silently, grabs Anthony and me by our jerseys, and drags us to his office. “Both of you have a seat. I don’t know what is going on between you but it ends today. You are teammates and should act as such if you want to play for me.”
“But coach,” Anthony whines.
“I am not done and you will sit there and listen to what I have to say. Keep it up and I will collect your jersey and you can kiss your scholarship goodbye. Is that understood?”
“Yes sir.” Anthony and I say simultaneously.
“Good, now we will figure out how to get you two on the same page. You are both excellent athletes but seem to have some pride or something in your way. From now until I say, I want you two doing everything together. Sitting on the bus, eating, rooming, practicing, even shitting.” Coach says, with no room for arguing. “Get to know each other, bond, or enjoy watching from the stands. I will not allow this bullshit to bleed into the team. Now hit the damn showers and I better not see either of you leave without the other or there will be hell to pay.” Coach says, waving us off.
“There is no way in hell that I am doing everything with you. The coach can demand all he wants, but I am here for ball. Not to be buddies with you.” Anthony says.
“I am not fond of the idea either. I am also here for ball, but we need to get along and play alongside each other.” I say in response.
Anthony huffs and rolls his eyes.
“Do whatever you want. I am not being a part of this bullshit. What, next we will be knitting sweaters or some shit?” Anthony asks, grabbing his items from his locker.
“Dude, you are being a little dramatic. Let’s give it a shot and at the very least. Fake it until we make it for the sake of the team.” I say, extending my hand for him to shake.
“You are a princess,” Anthony says, smiling and shaking my hand.
“Fuck you, I am no princess. Now let’s hit the showers and get the fuck out of here.” I say heading for the shower with just my towel around my waist.
I start to shower first and notice Anthony standing back, unsure what to do. “Are you going to shower?”
“I usually shower, when I get to my place. Public showers are not for me.” He says with a blush.
“So you never shower here? I never noticed that.” I say, scrubbing my hair.
With my eyes closed, I can feel Anthony’s eyes on me. He doesn’t say anything, but I can feel him standing there and watching me. It doesn’t bother me that he is watching me. Everyone has looked at a teammate in curiosity and if you say you haven’t then you are fucking lying.
It’s just a way to measure up to the guys you are around. “You are more than welcome to join me. Grab a shower on the other side if you need to.” I say as I continue my shower.
I hear Anthony set his things down at a shower near me before he turns on the water. Then the opening of his body wash catches my attention. The smell hits my nose and it’s the kind I use at home. “Is that Dove Men’s Cool Fresh body wash?” I ask, lathering my body.
“Yeah, it’s my favorite kind, why?” Says Anthony.
“That’s the kind I use at home. I love that smell, it’s my favorite too.”
“Would you like to use some? You can use some if you want.”
“Awesome, I will get some in a bit. Do you mind washing my back in a bit?”
“Sure, would you wash mine? You got it, buddy.” I say enthusiastically.
We wash in silence, and I catch Anthony taking peaks at my body and ass, which makes me put on a little show. I continue lathing my body with soap, bending down to get my legs. Sure enough, I take a glance back and he is watching intensely. If I play this right, we could end our tension and become closer. On the other hand, things could become more awkward between us if he isn’t interested.
“Hey, could you wash my back?” Anthony asks, pulling me out of my thoughts.
“Sure, give me just a second.”
Once I rinse the soap from my body, I cut my shower off and step over to Anthony’s. He hands me his soapy towel and I scrub away at his back. “That feels so good. My back washer does ok, but this makes me feel more relaxed and cleaner.”
“It is not the same. Nothing feels better than having your back washed properly.”
As I scrub Anthony’s back, I can’t help but notice the muscles on his back. They ripple down his back to his slim waist before his impressive glutes sit. The water and soap run down his back and through between his impressive glutes. Sure I have noticed his ass before, but nothing is better than seeing it up close and naked. I wash down his back and come as close as I can to his ass without touching it too much. I decide to stop before I do something stupid. “Alright, I think your back is scrubbed and clean.”
“Thanks again, that felt incredible. Now do you want me to wash yours?”
“If you don’t mind,” I say shyly.
“You just washed mine and scrubbed it pretty good. I think it’s only fair that I do the same for you.”
We switch places, and I get under his running water while he soaps up my towel. As soon as he touches my back, I feel the sparks. He is gentle and thorough at first, but then he adds a little force into his scrubbing. The firm pressure that he applies to my back is perfect. I don’t think I have ever gotten my back washed this well before. Not to mention, it’s been a minute to have my back washed. “Man, that feels great. What soaps are you using? My back feels tingly and clean.”
“I like to use the Deep Clean mixed with Extra Fresh and Clean Comfort.”
“They smell good mixed and make my back feel tingly.”
“That’s the feeling I like from using them.”
I grow silent and enjoy my back scrubbing with my forehead resting against the wall. Anthony has stopped washing my back so I step back to rinse my back under the shower head. When the soap is cleared from my back. I feel Anthony’s firm hands, push me against the wall before he drops to his knees. In a quick, smooth motion, he pushes my ass cheeks apart and puts tongue and face between them.
