Sweat (Like Teammates, #1)

by Jonah Yorke

Tommy in the daylight is that the sun makes his hair glow golden on the ends, and it’s easier to see how blue his eyes are and how smooth his face is.

He’s got the soft floppy hair, the blue eyes and plump lips, and abs that would probably turn me gay if I were ever straight to begin with.

“Don’t lose me,” I say, and he turns his head over his shoulder. “That’s what you told me. I’m just trying not to lose you. Whatever way you want me, I want that too. It can be whatever we want it to be. It can mean whatever we want it to mean, but if you want me at all, in any way, I want you too.”

I love doing gay shit with Rowan more than I ever liked having straight sex.

“It’s not just about soccer for me. Even when we first started training together, it wasn’t. I think it’s always been about him for me.”

Sweeping my palm along his hip and back, I whisper against the top of his head, “Mine,” and the small hum that leaves Rowan’s throat in response sure doesn’t sound like an objection.