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***All characters in this story are 18+ years old***

Chapter 11 is here and to me feels like it’s just what the doctor ordered. No spoilers, but I’m talking about some good ol’ fashioned Burno style lovin. I hope you all enjoy this chapter. I am coming up on a few college exams so releases may be less frequent.

Please be patient! Thank you for staying tuned and reading this far if you have. Bruno and Clay are one of my favorite couples I’ve written about. So I am glad people enjoy the story as much as I do! 🙂

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Devon had his room open and he was just a few doors down from us. Clay and I had finished showering, changing into just sweatpants. I opted not to wear anything under, always loving to free-ball it if I could. He had his briefs on and they were sticking out by his hips; I had to admit he was stupidly sexy.

“Hey fuckers,” Devon called out, raising a slice of pizza high in the air. A lot of the team was bunked up in the room either on the beds or on the floor, or the few pieces of furniture. “Zack is across the hall and has some other pizzas too,” he gestured and I rolled my eyes.

“Like I want to go hang out in Zack’s room,” I scoffed, shimmying through all the people to the stack of pizzas on the desk. I pursed my lips, lifting a few different lids to see which types they had. I felt a body up against mine, arms reaching around me to grab a slice of the Meat Lovers pizza.

“Can you hand me a Coke?” Clay breathed quietly, still leaning into me a bit. I ignored the burning in my ears as his warm stomach and chest brushed up against my back. I leaned over and grabbed him a can from the case, holding it over my shoulder. His hand closed around mine, holding it in place and then I felt his lips on my other cheek. “Thanks babe,” he was still talking softly, but it felt more intimate than secretive.

“S-sure,” I tried to ignore the flutters in my stomach, not expecting him to actually lose all of his inhibitions so quickly. When he pulled away I felt colder, my skin tingling. I decided on two slices of chicken and veggie, dropping them onto a plate and grabbing a Coke myself. I walked toward the window, sitting on the sill and setting my shit down in front of me as I adjusted and tucked my leg up.

“So Bruno, how’s it feel to be the reason we won?!” Tyler called out and I glanced over, shocked as I saw a lot of the team looking at me.

“Oh, uh, that’s not true. Most of our points came from Zack and Clay. I just secured the last goal,” I shrugged, shaking my head as I held my can, popping the tab. It hissed, squirting on my thumb. I sucked it off, glancing up as someone sat down in front of me.

“You’re too humble,” Clay smiled at me, joining me as he held his pizza. He seemed so calm, like he was finally at peace with everything. I knew he’d probably have a shitty fucking time over the next few days, maybe even weeks, but it was nice to see him happy for now.

“Seriously, that last goal was unbelievable!” I heard and flinched, not sure I really agreed with or appreciated the praise.

“Thanks,” I sighed, grabbing my pizza and taking a bite. They all started laughing and talking soon enough, the room drowning in the rambunctious nature of our team. Especially because Devon was a rowdy piece of shit who incited chaos and partying whenever he could. I didn’t mind it when I needed it, but right now I wasn’t particularly in the mood for his shit.

“So how are you feeling Clay?” Tyler’s voice shocked me, and I looked up to see him close to us. He was studying us intently, really paying attention to Clay who sighed and shrugged as he took another bite of his pizza.

“Trying not to spiral. The ‘what ifs’ have my anxiety in overdrive. I took one of my pills earlier to take the edge off and it’s probably the only thing keeping me sane,” he admitted softly and I felt my stomach twist. Everyone was having such an amazing time, and here he was trying not to break as his world around him crumbled. He was playing it off well and his meds definitely seemed to be helping, but I had no idea what was going on in his head.

“I wish we could help,” Tyler mumbled, glancing at me nervously. I sighed, pursing my lips as I studied Clay. He was looking back at me, his face hard to read. I felt like we were trying to talk to each other telepathically and failing miserably.

“Bruno is helping enough,” Clay asserted then, smirking mischievously. I saw the tip of his tongue press between his teeth as he let a little chuckle escape. “In a lot of ways,” he sighed, looking at Tyler with a smug grin. I tried not to blush as I took a deep breath and sighed.

“Oh yeah? I’m surprised you could walk today, let alone play,” Tyler slapped my shoulder and I cringed, sighing heavily as I glared at both of them.

“Well I’m a lot more gentle than Clay, but he has his moments,” I shot him a look, noticing a cute blush on his cheeks as Tyler grimaced.

“Way too much information mardin escort for me,” he laughed and I sighed, laughing a bit as Clay smirked. “So are your parents really pissed? I saw your mom slap you,” Tyler pressed and Clay hardened, his eyes meeting mine as his lips pressed together. “I just, fuck man, we’re worried about you,” Tyler insisted desperately and Clay took a deep breath, sighing heavily as he rubbed his hands together roughly. He did not look ok as he glared at his pizza.

“Yeah well, I don’t know what’s going to happen. So I’m just trying not to think about it. No offense but if that’s all you want to talk to me about you can fuck off,” he snipped, glaring at Tyler then who sighed and nodded once.

“I get that, alright sorry man,” he pat his shoulder before turning and heading over to get more pizza. Devon was sitting on one of the beds laughing and chatting when he glanced over. His face wrinkled a bit as he stared at Clay. I turned to Clay too and noticed him blinking a bit as he glared at the window. He was crying, that I could tell, but he was definitely trying not to. Or trying to hide it at least. I reached over and put my hand on his arm, squeezing it as he glanced at me.

“I think everyone expects you to be upset. So stop trying to act like you’re ok,” I muttered quietly and he sighed, biting his lip as he sniffled and rest his head back. I saw a few more tears roll down his cheeks, blushing only a bit as I reached up and wiped them away. He didn’t even pull away. He just closed his eyes as I sat back and drank my Coke.

“Can we do something to get to know each other better?” Devon called out suddenly and I flinched, shocked at how loud he was. We all looked at him, confused, and he smiled excitedly. “Think about it, how many freshmen do we have? And besides practice I don’t talk to half of you on a regular basis,” he pressed and I scoffed.

“Are you fucking twelve?” I demanded and he laughed, smiling at me with a shrug. “What do you want to play truth of dare? Spin the bottle, but if it lands on me I have to tell my darkest secrets?” I gushed sarcastically, batting my eyelashes. Clay chuckled, and I couldn’t help but smile as I looked at him.

“What’s the idea Devon?” Clay demanded, sitting up slightly.

“I don’t know, what’s an easy game?” he offered with a shrug. “It’s our first time all traveling together as this team. Doesn’t it seem like a good idea for team bonding?” he pressed and I sighed.

“I don’t think it’s bad,” Tyler offered and I blew a raspberry. “Someone go get the rest of the team,” he gestured across the hall and one of the freshman got up and scurried over. Soon enough the rest of the players were coming in, bringing pillows and cushions to squeeze in together as comfortable as possible.

“Ice breakers?” Zack demanded and I tried not to roll my eyes.

“My idea,” Devon piped up happily, blatantly ignoring his sour attitude. “So I get to pick the first thing we try. If everyone hates it we move on to something else,” he insisted. “Easy one that feels the least like some stupid middle school game,” he threw a look at me and I snickered. “Never have I ever?” he offered and I sighed, Clay laughing lightly again.

“I feel like I’m thirteen again,” he sighed, shaking his head slowly.

“Alright, both hands, ten fingers!” Devon called out and I sighed, grabbing my pizza and taking a few big bites. My cheeks were puffed out as I gnawed at it, holding my hands out in front of me. Clay mirrored me, smiling cutely.

“This should be interesting,” he muttered and I could only nod, my mouth full.

“I’ll start!” Devon insisted, clearing his throat. “Never have I ever broken a bone,” he breathed and I sighed, shaking my head as I put my finger down. “Who put fingers down?” he called out. I raised my hand and a few others did too. “Alright which bone, go around from here,” he pointed to Chris who smirked.

“Three of my fingers, fell off my bike when I was 11,” he shrugged. Devon nodded, pointing to the next one. As they made it around I was shocked to know it was all just simple things like fingers, clavicle, or nose. He finally got to me and I sighed.

“I broke my neck,” I breathed, everyone’s heads snapping toward me. It looked like I electrocuted the entire room, Clay included. “Jesus, it’s not that serious. Obviously I’m ok!” I gestured to myself and Devon shook his head.

“Now this requires a story time,” he insisted, everyone agreeing. I took a deep breath and sighed, clearing my throat.

“I was in like elementary, maybe early middle school? Was just jumping on a trampoline and between me and the other kids something went horribly wrong,” I started, a few people cringing as they imagined the ways that could end. “I went flying off and landed weird on my head, shoulder area I guess? I don’t really remember. I mean I remember being on the trampoline, and then I remember being in a neck brace for a while,” I shrugged, everyone seeming amazed.

“Guess mardin escort bayan it was good it was when you were a kid and your bones weren’t fully developed,” Clay offered and I nodded slowly, sipping my drink and taking another bite of my pizza. We went a few more rounds and then we got to Zack.

“Never have I ever been fucked in the ass,” he snorted, looking proud of himself.

“Zack what the fuck?” Tyler demanded, but a few people chuckled. I sighed and glanced at Clay, unable to help but smile. I put my finger down and looked at Zack.

“Before my current relationship I never had either. But now I know what I was missing out on,” I sighed, looking at Clay then. He smirked, lowering one of his fingers.

“No fucking way, Clay you too?!” Devon demanded, seeming shocked as he looked at me. We couldn’t help but laugh then.

“Yeah, it’s great! That’s where a guy’s g-spot is anyway,” he chuckled, his ears a bit red as he smiled at me. “And with the right person it’s just incredible,” he muttered. The room got quiet, and a bit awkward, but I couldn’t help but beam.

“Moving on!” TJ called out with a laugh.

“I have one!” Clay called out, smiling boldly. “Never have I ever kissed a girl,” he breathed. I laughed, putting my finger down. I was two away from being out. A few people were already out. He glanced around and we heard a surprising uproar over by Chris.

“Noah?” Devon demanded seeming shocked.

“What?! I’ve just never really dated before, or had the opportunity! It’s not that crazy, I’m only 19!” he defended himself and Clay chuckled.

“Men are better anyway,” Clay breathed and I felt my face and neck get hot as he eyed me. “In so many ways,” he mused and I shifted nervously, unsure how to handle Clay like this. I mean I was used to this when it was just us, and I had asked him at one point to try and make public Clay as similar to real Clay as possible. But this was overwhelming and abrupt it was hard to adjust to.

“I find that hard to believe!” Zack started up and I rolled my eyes.

“Considering I’ve been with both, I might actually agree,” I offered then, Zack looking disgusted. “Of course it’s not everyone’s cup of tea. But if you’re even remotely interested I say fucking try it,” I laughed with a shrug, smiling at Clay then. “It can be pleasantly surprising,” I mumbled, his cheeks pink as he bit his lip and laughed smugly.

“Goddamn faggots,” Zack grumbled. Clay and I both shot up so fast, the room a flurry as guys hurried over to hold us back. People were trying to diffuse the situation, Zack getting up and backing up as well.

“Zack what the fuck is your problem?” Devon demanded as I grabbed Clay’s arm and pulled him back to the window. I had calmed down a bit, but he was still seething, his neck strained as he closed his eyes and took deep breaths.

“How does this not gross anyone else out?!” he challenged. “They’re fucking flirting with each other, being all touchy, talking about fucking, it’s, it’s-“

“What people do in a relationship,” Devon finished bitterly. “Do you have a problem with people being in a relationship?” he pressed.

“That’s not fucking normal!” he snapped and I cringed, Clay laughing sinisterly. He stood up then, people watching him nervously as he walked toward Zack. The frantic look on Zack’s face as he tried to stand his ground while he squirmed had me amused.

“If I hear one more fucking thing come out of your mouth about how wrong my existence is,” he started, his tone piercing as he shoved his hands into his pockets. “You will get to experience every single ounce of hatred I have been holding in my heart. I will happily beat you within an inch of your fucking life and not even lose a lick of sleep over it,” Tyler walked over, putting his hand on Clay’s arm. He didn’t flinch, didn’t move, just ignored him. Zack looked shocked, annoyed, and a bit terrified.

“Clay man cool it, it’s not worth it,” Tyler started and Clay glanced at him, his eyes narrowing.

“Not fucking worth it? I am losing my parents because of something I can’t even control. I am going to lose my family man! And I have to listen to ignorant, homophobic pieces of shit for the rest of my. You want to tell me beating the piss out of just ONE of them wouldn’t be worth it?” he barked, the room quiet. “I don’t think you quite understand how any of this feels. Or how your words affect me,” Clay turned to Zack, who visibly swallowed.

I felt a nudge on my arm and saw Devon gesturing for me to go intervene. I hesitated, not really wanting to, but I knew I was probably the only person who could help Clay calm down. With a sigh I pushed up from the window, walking over and easing Tyler out of my way. I put my hand on Clay’s stomach, his body scalding hot and trembling. He glared at me and I sighed, studying him.

“I’d offer to take turns and get a few good swings in myself, but I already got my chance to beat the piss out of him. And you guys stopped escort mardin me before I really could,” I teased and his lips twitched like he wanted to smile. “Are you really angry at Zack?” I asked and he grimaced. “I mean, he’s a terrible fucking person. I’m not arguing that!” I chuckled and Clay’s lips curled into a slight smile. “But in a weird way this might be satisfying for him, ya know seeing you get all riled up because of his words. But they should mean nothing to you. He should mean nothing to you,” I shrugged, noticing him starting to relax.

“Just after today, with my parents,” Clay started looking both enraged and broken. I nodded slowly, reaching down to grab his hand. He sighed, shaking his head slowly. “If you don’t like it, you can fucking leave,” he turned to Zack then as he held my hand. “No one is telling you that you have to be around us. Remember what we agreed on? If you can’t stand it, then stay away from it,” Clay nudged him and he stepped back, glancing at me then.

“This is just as much my team,” he started then. “Why do I have to leave?! Why can’t you two just stop being so disgusting?” he pressed and I tensed up, Clay’s hand squeezing mine roughly.

“Because you’re the only one on the team with the problem. And in most cases, majority rules. If you’re the only one bothered by it, then you should be the only one who has to either put up with it or remove yourself,” Chris jumped in and I was taken aback.

“Honestly,” Noah chimed in, the team starting to agree then. Clay looked smug as he studied Zack, his hand relaxing in mine.

“You should have heard what some of them were saying behind your backs just a week or so ago!” Zack started then, nothing but desperation and rage in his eyes. “Two-faced bastards just won’t admit they agree with m-“

“You’re not wrong,” TJ interrupted him. “But we seem to be capable of something you aren’t. The ability to come to terms with something we don’t understand, accept it as it is, and just move the fuck on. Their relationship doesn’t affect anything. The fact they’ve been going through everything they have and yet we’re still able to function as a team, shit even win a fucking game?!” he snorted and some of the team muttered in agreement.

“My pizza is getting cold,” I grumbled then, turning away and dragging Clay with me back toward the window. He sat down and I did my best to ignore Zack’s dumb face as he processed the realization that no one agreed with him.

“Alright where were we?!” Devon called out. Everyone held up their hands and we continued playing, Zack choosing to sit quietly and just play along until he was out. My phone vibrated and I hesitated, pulling it out and noticing my dad on caller ID. I hurried out of the room after showing Clay, answering.

“Hey dad, is everything ok?” I demanded, a bit worried about the late night call.

“Oh yeah of course, just wanted to check in and see how the victory celebrations were going!” he insisted and I sighed heavily.

“Well, uh, hmm,” I cleared my throat, not sure how to explain to him exactly what happened. “You know how, well, after we won, Clay and I-“

“You two kissed, yeah everyone in the stands saw too,” he laughed and I blushed, covering my face as a new wave of embarrassment washed over me. Every time I thought about it I got so shy.

“Yeah, well apparently his mom and dad wanted to surprise him for his first game,” I started. There was an air of uneasy silence between us before I sighed and shook my head. “They followed him in the parking lot and confronted him in front of the whole team. We couldn’t really hear anything but some subdued arguing. His mom even slapped him,” I shook my head slowly, still in awe and disbelief.

“Jesus,” my dad sighed heavily.

“And Clay’s been a mess. Crying non-stop. He had to take some fast acting anxiety medication to hold off a panic attack. Every chance he gets to think about it he spirals. And I don’t know what to do,” I mumbled, pacing the hallway slowly.

“There’s not much you can do for him kid. What matters is that you’re there for him. Are there people who still support him? Any family? Friends?” he pressed and I nodded.

“Oh yeah of course. Like almost the whole team, except this one fucking prick,” I sneered and he chuckled. “His roommates too. Like most people he’s around at school are supportive or indifferent. We just don’t know about his family,” I insisted quietly and he cleared his throat.

“Well, keep me posted on what’s happening. Does he still live at home?” he asked and I sighed.

“Not really no. I’m sure he still has some stuff there for when he visits. But he’s currently living in a rented house with his roommates,” I admitted.

“Are his parents paying for that?” he demanded and I froze, my eyes going wide.

“That’s a great question,” I exhaled, glaring at the wall at the end of the hall. “I sure hope not. A part of me thinks he uses money from grants or scholarships to take care of his boarding. I know he has academic and athletic scholarships. I don’t think his family is that wealthy,” I insisted, not entirely positive though.

“Well, whenever he’s comfortable talking about it you should ask him. But I’ll let you go, don’t want to keep you. Go enjoy your time with your team!” he cheered and I smirked.

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