infect me with your love~ [Harry]

[WESTON REID]

West was beginning to get use to the mellow pain that ran through his legs, feet, and back. It was like he'd drilled every play in the playbook that required him to play a special part. Being tight end meant blocking and catching the ball on offense. West knew from the beginning that coach was going to make Harrison and him drill and drill until that were even closer to being perfect. He even felt kind of bad for Harrison since he had to do it twice in a row, now. Because the day before Harrison had to drill with Will.

Alright, alright! We are done for today. Go home you two, I've got somewhere to be, so don't get stupid here alone, you hear?

West nodded quickly to the coach not wanting to piss him off further and started his way towards the field house and locker rooms, not once looking over to the boy next to him. He wasn't going to be a fagot tonight, that was for sure. Or that's what he kept telling himself as he entered the locker room.

"Man, I really do feel bad for you..." West said as he pushed the pads from his bare shoulders and dropped them on the bench next to him before turning around and continuing what he had began saying. Instead, his eyes trailed down the other boys back side. Look at the muscles...STOP Blinking rapidly, West jerked himself back into the right mind and looked now at Harrison's face as if he had no interest. "..Cause you know, you have to be out there most of the time with the offense, it's gotta suck."

West turned back to his locker pulling out his sweat pants mentally snapping at himself in the process of replacing his football tights with them. Alright, you got one look. Enough. Immediately West tried to fill his mind with the passed down playboys he had back at his dorm. Anything would be better than Harrison.

Fuck. It. Isn't. Working.

notes: I'm kind of high, hope this is okay.

[HARRISON KINGLY]

Harrison let out a heavy sigh as he followed his teammate (but not quite his friend - West wasn't anyone's friend, really) off the field and back into the locker rooms. He shrugged the bulky shoulder guards over his head, letting them drop heavily to his feet. He was used to the intense practice sessions and he was used to putting in double the effort of the rest of the guys, but that didn't mean he was impervious to the strain. At least all the practice allowed him to vent some of that day-to-day pent up frustration and anger.

Harrison ruffled his hair, pale eyes looking vague and distracted as he opened up his locker. He blinked in a startled manner when he heard West address him and looked over, offering one of his dynamic half-plastic smiles and his signature modest shrug. He pulled his jersey over his shirt, hissing as his shoulders ached sharply in protest.

"It's not so bad," he said. "Keeps me busy, I guess..." He glanced over his shoulder at the other boy and immediately regretted it (specifically, the way his eyes followed the sharp sculpted lines of West's shoulders and back). He caught himself - perhaps a little late - and averted his eyes, bending to pick up his jersey and toss it without enthusiasm into his locker. "Anyway, lately you've been the one working the hardest, you've really helped pick up the slack lately." He shrugged, feeling awkward in his own skin, and turned to face his locker.

ooc. no worries man this is a pretty shitty post soOooOooOoo sorry bout that itll have to do

[WESTON REID]

It was kind of pathetic if a college football team counted a lot on their tight end. Mostly they counted on their quarterbacks, wide receivers, or running backs, but a tight end? Sure they blocked the quarterback still had time to catch and run the ball, but lets be real. Most people only pay attention to the QB, WR, and RB. West wasn't going to argue, though. He liked the fame and being called the beast of the team. So, he'd let Harrison praise him.

Picking up a nearby towel he patted his face lightly, trying to cool himself down from the hot beads of sweat that ran down his face and neck. Even half naked it was still hot. "You have to work hard to be noticed, and I'm not really good at anything else but football, so...I have to be noticed. And losing games isn't going to get me noticed." West replied in a dull tone nonchalantly looking over his shoulder at the boy. At first, West didn't catch it, but at the last second he took a double take to make sure he wasn't over thinking himself.

Harrison's eyes were clearly below West's eyes. Is he checking me out? West thought as his face twisted in disgust. The way Harrison's eyes darted away from him answered his question. Blinking rapidly, he turned to look at Harrison his eyes dark and angry. "What the fuck?" he said under his breath, but it was noticeable in the quiet locker room.

West then began closing the distance between them, his muscles tense, and his body burning with anger. Everything seemed to slow down as his hand wrapped around his team mates neck and slammed him back into the lockers with such ease that the adrenaline gave him. "What was that Harrison? And don't even think about lying to me."

[HARRISON KINGLY]

It had been a moment of weakness.

And in fact, it had almost passed by unnoticed; he'd even turned slightly away, he was about to reply that yeah, he understood, it was tough when all you've got going is the football scholarship because what the hell else could you think to do with yourself in the big wide world after school?
But he had overestimated West's skills of observation, clearly, as was evident by the furious pressure on his windpipe.

For a moment he was stunned, freezing up against the cold metal of the locker behind him in a mixture of panic and confusion. "What - " He frowned, recovering himself and shoving the other boy away from him when he noticed that West was too close which was almost as terrifying as the hand on his throat. "What the hell, man," he said in a mutter, looking at West skittishly. "I don't know what you're talking about."

He'd try to bluff his way out of it.

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