After transferring colleges before his junior year, Marcus is definitely ready to put his past behind him. He's just not so sure about the whole "moving on" part. His fears about the future increase as his past issues start creeping back into his present.
When the school's star wide receiver takes an interest in him, Marcus attempts valiantly to snuff out his own happiness, but Sebastian's never been one to back down from a challenge, for better or worse.
Tempers run high as the two struggle to own up to their emotional baggage. Will Marcus and Sebastian be doomed to repeat old patterns, or can they move forward together?
The boy standing in front of him is tall and lean, with wiry muscle tone that Marcus can note in detail, seeing as he's one of the players who has forgone his shirt in the heat. His short black hair and stormy grey eyes are set against a smooth complexion, and he's got sweat running in rivulets down the curve of his neck, across his sharp collar bones and firm chest, all the way down to his abs that are too defined to be anything other than spray-painted on, gathering in the cut lines of his hips and working their way down.
Shit. Marcus tears his gaze away from the newcomer, looking at Blair and Ajay expectantly, praying that no one has noticed his temporary lapse in brain function. Blair narrows her eyes at him suspiciously, but Ajay seems oblivious as he punches the newcomer on the arm playfully.
"Shut the fuck up. Just because you can't charm anyone for shit." Ajay is grinning as he moves to ruffle the newcomer's hair. The hot dude ducks, shoving Ajay in retaliation.
"I'm plenty charming when I need to be. Just never need to be, is all." The hot dude turns to look back at Marcus, a slow smirk spreading across his face. "Who're you? A new recruit?" His eyes flicker up and down Marcus' frame briefly.
Marcus raises his eyebrow skeptically. "Yeah, that's right. I'm the new wide receiver. I heard your current one can't catch for shit."
The hot dude's eyes widen as he barks out a burst of laughter. "Where'd you find this one, Blair? He's an asshole. I like it."
"You would." Blair rolls her eyes. "Marcus, this is Sebastian Lockwood, the team's wide receiver, Ajay's best friend, and the worst Call of Duty player in the state." Blair pays no mind to Sebastian flipping her off as she continues the introductions. "Seb, this is Marcus Williams, Boston escapee, snare drummer extraordinaire, and seeker of chem assistance."
"Oh, right. You mentioned him. Nice to meet you." Sebastian nods at Marcus briefly before turning back to Ajay. "Let's run some plays now before it gets any hotter. I don't feel like hearing Anderson bitch about his pit stains again."
Sebastian doesn't wait for Ajay to reply, instead heading over towards the other players, shouting out some sort of commands that Marcus doesn't bother trying to understand. He does, however, allow himself to surreptitiously watch Sebastian's ass out of the corner of his eye.
"Alright, I've gotta go before Seb stages a mutiny, but it was nice meeting you." Ajay holds out his fist so Marcus can reluctantly bump it again. "Text me so I have your info and we'll set up some tutoring sessions. Blair's got my number. Obviously."
"What?" Marcus blinks in confusion. "I don't think I need tutoring, I just ..."
"Yeah, you do." Ajay says bluntly. "Seb is right, Mitchell doesn't do much teaching. Leaves it all to the TAs who don't know what the fuck they're doing. I've got you though, no worries."
"I ... thanks." Marcus isn't sure what to say as Ajay drops a quick kiss on Blair's cheek and runs off. He's a little overwhelmed from all the questions and enthusiasm and abs, but as Blair leads him out of the stadium, chatting about which combination of ice cream flavors she's going to order and snickering at the picture Sebastian just texted her of Ajay getting Gatorade poured down the back of his shirt, Marcus can't help but think that maybe his bravado isn't all an act.
Maybe things could be different here. Better.