“Why is the faggot here?” Davey demanded, glaring at Tommy.

                “Coach said Tommy could practice with us,” I said, glaring at Davey and stepping in front of Tommy protectively. “He’s not a faggot.”

                “He’s also not on our team. But fine. Coach would pick favorites with a poor faggot,” Davey said and snickered.

                Tommy sighed. “You’ll go for anything, won’t you? My parents’ income, my genetics, my sexuality…Do you have any actual reason to hate me, Davey?”

                “You’re gay. That’s just disturbing,” he growled.

                “Obviously you don’t own a mirror,” Tommy mumbled, taking my hand and pulling me away and over to Trace and Kory.

                “Tommy! Are you and your cool eyes practicing with us?” Kory asked in excitement.

                Tommy nodded, wrapping an arm around my waist. “Yea, I am. And seriously Kory; I have this fear that you’re going to jump me and rip out my eyes. They’re really not that amazing.”

                “Tommy, how many people do you know that have golden-purple eyes?” Trace asked, raising an eyebrow. “I have to admit, you do have some really cool eyes.”

                “And they’re mine, because Tommy’s mine. So hands off my man Kory!” I said and stuck my tongue out, wrapping my arms around Tommy and kissing his cheek.

                Tommy nodded. “Zeke’s right. They’re his,” he said with a slight grin at me.

                Coach blew his whistle and we all gathered around for warms up and a jog. We got to doing some drills together, Tommy and I partnering up.

                “Okay, we’re going to do a shooting drill. I want Davey and Phil to defend, and Trace, get your ass in that goal,” Coach said, pointing.

                Trace, Davey, and Phil got in their positions while we formed three lines. I made sure I was near Tommy so that I could partner with him.

                When it finally got to me and Tommy, we were partnered up with another kid named Chris. We started off, Chris passing to Tommy and me sprinting forward towards the 18 yard box.

                I stopped when I reached it and prepared myself for the pass Tommy would send me. He dribbled up towards Davey, waiting for Davey to commit so that he could pass it.

                Davey committed and Tommy moved to shoot the ball up. Davey slammed into him, catching Tommy’s chest with his shoulder and thrusting his elbow into Tommy’s stomach painfully.

                Tommy flew to the ground, landing on his back and clutching his stomach. My eyes widened and I hurried over to him.

                Coach hurried over as well. We knelt next to Tommy as he choked for air, clutching his stomach with his eyes squeezed shut.

                “Easy Tommy,” Coach said, gently rolling Tommy onto his side.

                Tommy coughed and managed to wheeze in air. “I’m…fine…” he managed before going into another coughing fit. “Fine,” he repeated shakily.

                I put my hands under his armpits and lifted him to his feet. I released him slowly, making sure he wouldn’t fall over.

                He bent over, putting his hands on his knees and breathing slowly. “Fine,” he repeated yet again. I bit my lip.

                “Davey! What the hell? Ease up,” Coach snapped. “One more dirty trick like that and you’re off this team!”

                Davey shrugged. “Sorry Coach,” he grumbled.

                I led Tommy away to the back of the line. “Tommy, you’re not okay,” I said nervously.

                “Shut up Zeke. I’m fine,” he growled, rubbing his stomach and wincing slightly. “He caught me off guard. That’s all. I’m fine.”

                The rest of the practice went without incident. Davey eased up on Tommy, only using his shoulder. Tommy kept his game mostly clean, like he did for every practice. He rarely played super dirty during practices.

                “Be back tomorrow boys,” Coach called as we gathered our stuff.

                Tommy slung his bag over his shoulder and grabbed my hand. “Come over,” he said, kissing me. “We can hang out.”

                I nodded and we got in my car. I drove us back to his house and we went inside and up to his bedroom.

                “I’m going to go take a quick shower. Feel free to do whatever. And make sure my brothers stay out of my room,” he said, kissing me before leaving his bedroom to shower.

                Bored, I went on Tommy’s laptop and brought up facebook. I grinned when I realized that Tommy was signed into his. Hello boyfriend, time for me to fuck with your shit.

                The door opened and I jumped and looked over. “Mikey!” I cried, rolling my eyes. “Don’t scare me when I’m creeping through your little brother’s stuff.”

                Mikey grinned and came over. Hm…Tommy told me not to let them in his room…Aw well. What he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

                “Go through his messages,” Mikey said, pointing.

                “Aw Mikey. That’s a complete invasion of Tommy’s priv- WELL OKAY!” I clicked on his messages and searched for anyone interesting. I frowned as I scrolled through. The last time he had messaged Juliet was back when she and Trace were still dating. He had never messaged Kory. And his last message from Davey was before he had come out as gay.

                “Damn. He doesn’t do anything interesting with his life,” Mikey said in disappointment.

                I shrugged and moved to logout, when the little “ding” alerting a message sounded. I looked and raised an eyebrow. “Hello Davey,” I grumbled, clicking on it.

                From: David Harrison

                Quit coming to our practices. You’re not making the team, you fucking pathetic faggot. Get back on your knees where you belong.

                I moved to reply to the message but Mikey grabbed my hand. He had a furious expression on his face, but he smirked at me.

                “Print it. I think we just found out how to get Tommy back on the team,” he said smugly.

                I grinned and clicked print. We watched as the page printed out. Mikey grabbed it, folding it up and shoving it in his pocket. “I’m showing coach tomorrow. I’m sick of this fucker picking on my little brother,” Mikey said fiercely.

                I logged off of Tommy’s account and shut his laptop. “I hope that’s enough to get him back on the team. Last I checked, that constitutes as bullying,” I said with a sigh. Mikey nodded.

                “Mikey? The fuck? Get out of my room.”

                We both jumped in shock and Mikey spun to face Tommy. Tommy raised an eyebrow at Mikey and pointed. “Get out. Zeke, I told you not to let either of my brothers in,” he said, coming over to me.

                Mikey raised an eyebrow. “Put some clothes on squirt,” he said, ruffling Tommy’s wet hair so that it stood up at awkward angles. He smirked before leaving Tommy’s room, shutting the door.

                I stood up and ran my hands through Tommy’s hair until it was back to normal. I pressed my lips to his gently, suddenly excited.

                We could really get Tommy back on the team. Once Coach saw that message, he would have to kick Davey off. Then Tommy could have his spot back. It was almost too easy, but I couldn’t find any flaw with it.

                We sat on Tommy’s bed together. Tommy smirked. “I’m not wearing shorts this time,”
 he said with a shrug.

                “Oh really? That’s tempting,” I said with a smirk, pushing Tommy back and crawling on top of him, kissing him roughly.

                Tommy pulled my shirt off and threw it on the floor before letting my tongue slip into his mouth. I let my hands eagerly explore his chest as his hands tangled into my hair.

                I began to massage Tommy’s nipples with my thumbs, earning a slight moan from him. Loving that sound, I grinned and began to trail kisses down his chest. I stopped and flicked my tongue over his right nipple, massaging his left with my thumb still.

                I kissed down his stomach to the edge of the towel. I smirked at Tommy as he eagerly pulled my jeans off. I grinded my lower half against his and he bit his lip to hold back a moan.

                I bent forward and caught his bottom lip with my teeth, nibbling it playfully. Tommy grabbed my boxers and yanked them off of my body, throwing them to the floor, leaving me exposed. Wanting him in the same condition, I yanked his towel off.

                Tommy took me into his hands and I groaned, releasing my hold on his lip. He crashed our lips together as he began to stroke me, skimming his thumb over my tip.

                “You’re evil,” I moaned.

                He grinned and worked his hands faster on me. I pressed my forehead against his, squeezing my eyes shut. Tommy brought his lips back to mine and I kissed him desperately as I felt myself reaching peak.

                “Tommy,” I whimpered as I came in his hands.

                Tommy connected our lips again before shifting us so that he was on top of me. I braced myself, knowing what was coming.

                I couldn’t help but cry out as he thrust himself into me. Tommy thrust in again and I bit my lip against the pain. He thrust in yet again, this time earning a pleasured moan from me.

                Tommy began to thrust into me harder and faster as I moaned his name. Tommy groaned as he came in me. He pulled out and rolled next to me, both of us breathing heavily.

                “Damn. I just showered,” Tommy said.

                “Really? That’s all you could think to say?” I asked, rolling my eyes.

                Tommy shrugged, getting up and going to his dresser. He grabbed some clothes and threw them on. I copied him before going over and kissing him gently.

                “I love you Tommy,” I said with a light smile.

                “I love you too Zeke. Let’s go outside and ride bikes or something,” he said. I nodded.

                I took his hand in mine and we left his bedroom after fixing our hair. I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face, realizing that I could actually get Tommy back on the soccer team.

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A.N.- Okay, so there's another new cover for this story! Thank you so much to  SanjotRai_ ! And just because I loved both covers so much, I'll probably change them up every couple of weeks :)