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stripped out of the rest of his wet practice clothes. Deciding that a shower here was just too dangerous , he dressed and changed his shoes, throwing everything in his gym bag to take home. When Kevin came out of the shower, he was dressed in just a pair of shorts. He rubbed the towel over his head and tossed it in the hamper.
    “You’re not showering?”
    “At home. Give me your wet stuff, no sense in both of our bags getting soaked.” He held out his bag to take Kevin’s practice gear and waited for him to finish dressing. “How about pizza for dinner. Delivery. I can call…Oh, wait I don’t have the card so we’ll have to wait until we get home.”
    “Sounds good. Meat lovers.” Kevin finished packing up his gear in the locker and secured everything. “Ready?”
    “Yeah.” Kyle swung his bags over his shoulders. He itched to touch Kevin. The heavy bags kept him too busy to act on that urge. “You feel like driving?”
    “It’s your turn. But if you want to swap out, I’ll gladly take the job.” They were almost out the door when he stopped and pulled Kyle back to look at him. His hand warm on Kyle’s face. “Are you feeling okay? You look a little flush ed.”
    Kyle bit his lip to stop the moan that filled his throat at the simple touch. He leaned over and whispered, “I’m horny. Let’s go home.”
    Kevin looked as if someone had shoved an icicle up his ass. He froze, his shoulders and back going rigid. He closed his eyes tight and bit his bottom lip. Kyle could tell that he’d heard exactly what Kyle had said. When his brother opened his eyes, fire burned in those brown depths. Kyle had to turn around and start walking to keep from doing exactly what he wanted, which was to lean over and kiss him. His brother. In public. Worse than public. In front of their team, their friends. Oh, God. He was fucked.
    Kevin didn’t speak as he took the keys from Kyle . They threw their gear in the back of the SUV and sat next to each other, the only sound the radio and Kevin’s breathing. When they pulled into the driveway they carried everything into the house and locked the door behind them. Kyle dropped his bags at the foot of the stairs and almost as if they’d choreographed the dance, he moved into Kevin’s arms and plastered his lips to his brother’s.
    “I’ve wanted to do that all day ,” Kevin mumbled against his lips as he held him, his hands on Kyle’s hips. Kyle wrapped his arms around Kevin’s neck. They stood breathing heavy and staring into each other’s eyes. The first kiss became as series of soft quick kisses in the mostly dark house.
    “Me too,” Kyle whispered between kisses. He’d never kissed anyone exactly his height before . He’d always been the one leaning down. “What are we doing, Kevin?”
    “We can stop. We don’t have to do this ,” Kevin said, but it was too late. Maybe. Stopping would hurt too much. He could hear it in Kevin’s voice, feel it in the way Kevin’s hands clenched and unclenched.
    “I don’t want to stop. It’s like you flipped some switch on in me , and I can’t turn it off now.” He dropped his hands down to Kevin’s waist and pulled his shirt up and over his head. “I can’t think of anything but you.” His own shirt hit the floor, too. Kevin walked him back towards the stairs. Kyle lost his balance and landed hard on the third step. Kevin came down with him catching himself on his knees on the second step.
    “We’re not doing anything wrong. This isn’t sex.” Kevin’s kiss was desperate. He leaned over Kyle , crawling over him, his dick pressed hard into Kyle’s leg. The thin material that made up their practice shorts wasn’t thick enough to hide Kevin’s erection.
    Kyle braced himself with his elbows , and spread his knees wide for Kevin to fit between. He arched his hips, lifting himself off the step while Kevin hovered over him in a suspended push up.
    “This is sex, Kevin. We’re having sex. And, my God, it feels so