The Soccer Team’s Secret Boyfriend

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I became the soccer teams specially hired assistant, responsible for handling every need they had.

After all that time with everyone slinging arms around shoulders and calling each other baby, youre only now telling me Im supposed to satisfy even that kind of need for them.

Omg?

Do homophobic straight men not count as human beings?

The star player climbed into my bed in the middle of the night.

I clutched the blanket tightly. Wait! I sleep naked!

He burrowed in even harder.

Rowan Blake! I pressed down on his head with all my strength, refusing to let him crawl under my covers. Get out.

His breath spilled over my waist and stomach, making my whole body go numb.

A little farther down, and it would have burned right into a forbidden place that could not be spoken of.

The position isnt quite right, baby, he said in a muffled voice from under the blanket. Or do you want me to help you, baby? I can, and Im pretty good at it. Want to try?

The straight man froze.

The straight man was shocked.

The straight man was terrified.

The straight man screamed!

No thanks! Get out! I reached under the blanket, wanting to grab him by the collar and yank him up.

Then I realized this guy wasnt wearing any clothes.

Rowan crawled out from beside me, his fair cheeks flushed bright red from holding his breath.

He panted, his voice sexy and teasing. It smells so good under the blanket.

I gritted my teeth and covered his mouth. Damn it, what the hell is wrong with you? Are you losing your mind?

We used to make harmless little jokes too, but never anything like today.

I am losing my mind. Rowan grabbed my wrist and tugged, pulling me into his arms. I have PTSD, and theres a thunderstorm outside, so Im scared.

Our burning, naked bodies pressed tightly together, and he held my waist while his sharply defined abs pressed against me.

My mind went completely blank, and the sexy man stared straight at me like a male leopard in mating season, casually yet wildly radiating charm as he seduced his prey by any means necessary.

He pinched the flesh at my waist and winked at me. Baby, arent you going to comfort me?

I completely bristled and shoved him away. Comfort your ass.

Why was he acting like some damn gay guy!

Judging by his calm and effortless expression, he did not look even the slightest bit scared.

Sigh He let out a defeated sigh, and his affectionate, peach-blossom eyes lowered. Im done messing around. I really havent slept well for days, and my body feels awful.

There were faint dark circles under his eyes, and there were bloodshot streaks in the whites of his eyes that could not be ignored.

I barely believed his nonsense.

Fine, Ill go put on some pants. I clicked my tongue and had just gotten up to get out of bed.

Rowan reached out with his long arm and scooped me back into his arms, wedged his knee between my legs, and hugged me tightly like I was a giant stuffed toy. No need to put them on. It feels better holding you like this.

Baby, this is my need, so dont reject me.

I had to satisfy every need they had.

That was my duty as the soccer teams specially hired assistant.

They had defeated many school soccer teams along the way and had already been chosen as the state representative team.

Soon, they would be taking part in the national college league.

The pressure was no small thing.

I existed to share their life burdens and ease their mental, match, and training stress.

Even so, being hugged by Rowan like this while sleeping was truly uncomfortable.

Heavy male hormones slowly invaded, carrying the scent of Rowans body wash, completely wrapping around me.

His even breathing brushed over the back of my neck and my ear, and I could not help shrinking my neck.

A thick wave of drowsiness hit me, and my body went soft.

When I woke up, the situation was extremely awkward.

After all, men all had morning reactions.

Our bodies were squeezed together, and his thing was already poking against my butt through a thin layer of underwear, so I could fully feel its size and energy.

Rowan was still asleep, and his whole body was unconsciously rubbing against me, pressing us even tighter together.

Not to mention that as his knee moved around, it touched the most fatal part of me.

He made my whole body burn, so I lifted my leg and shifted position, wanting to pull myself free.

At some point, Rowan woke up, and not only did he refuse to let me get out of bed, he even turned me over and held me in his arms.

Our breaths tangled together, and my mind was filled with the sound of my heartbeat.

Let them say hello, baby. Rowan smiled and pulled the blanket over both our heads.

I cried out in panic. No!

But my arm could not beat his thigh, and Rowan trained year-round, so I was no match for him at all.

My whole body trembled, my forehead rested against his solid shoulder, and my breathing grew heavy.

Dont be shy. Its just mutual help. Rowan chuckled, his chest vibrating slightly. Straight men helping straight men.

Dont help like that!

I could not get my rebuttal out, because once I opened my mouth, strange sounds would definitely spill out.

Extreme pleasure climbed up from my lower abdomen out of control, and my toes curled tight, the roots of my thighs trembled, and my nails sank into Rowans arm until the aftershocks finally faded and my strength drained away.

Ha I gathered my strength and pushed him away. Go away.

We got out of bed, and while I was still sitting on the edge of the bed trying to recover, he had already taken off his underwear right in front of me.

The fabric covered in traces was balled up by him and stuffed into my hand.

We got it dirty together. He lifted the corners of his lips. Baby, remember to wash it clean.

Then he walked out of my room completely naked and swaggering.

Five people lived in this house in total.

Aside from me, the other four were all indispensable key players on the team.

If they saw this, I would definitely faint.

Breakfast was a little later than usual today, but thankfully, none of them pressed me about it.

I had just let out a breath of relief when I heard Rowans smiling voice.

I made little Avery wake up late this morning and delayed everyones breakfast time. Im really sorry.

In an instant, the dining room went so silent that even a needle dropping could have been heard.

My face flushed red, and I warned him in a low voice. Shut up.

Everyone else had different expressions, but they all stopped eating.

Captain Shane Miller stirred the soup in his bowl indifferently. Dont joke around with Avery too much. Hes homophobic, so dont make him overthink and take you for a gay guy.

Rowan narrowed his eyes and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. How could that happen? Little Avery and I are good buddies.

I kept feeling like the atmosphere was off, but I could not say exactly where it was wrong.

At the end of breakfast, Shane told everyone to clean up together and not delay training time.

Their physical training was brutal, and under the scorching sun, they kept going for hours without stopping.

I prepared their cooling supplies at the rest area, my eyes following them lap after lap.

When Shane slowed down and came over, I clearly saw the sweat beads on his face.

Trails of moisture curved into his collar, and his honey-colored skin shone with an appetizing glow under the sunlight.

His shirt was already completely soaked with sweat, clinging to his body and wrapping around every muscle line, making it clear that he was a thoroughly power-type man, tall, strong, and well-proportioned.

He took off his shirt right in front of me, his muscle shapes shifting, his abs tight and hard, and my gaze wavered for a moment.

I sweated a little more today. Facing the sunlight, every drop of sweat on his bare upper body reflected light. Ill have to trouble you to put in a little more effort washing it.

I did not know what was wrong with my brain, because I actually started comparing his body with Rowans.

It scared me so much that I quickly shook my head and threw that terrifying thought away.

When I took his shirt, my palm also became damp.

The scent of sweat rushed into my breath, and I uncontrollably tightened my grip on the shirt in my hand.

Its fine, I said quietly, my voice a little hoarse.

Is Captains shirt already so wet that he cant wear it a little longer? Rowans voice drifted over from far away. What a pity, though. Little Avery has to wash the one we dirtied this morning first.

As the two of them looked at each other, they met each other head-on, their gazes colliding with intense sparks.

Neither one gave an inch.

Ill wash them together!

I said with a headache, I dont know whats going on with you two, but dont let it affect your relationship or teamwork.

Was this guy Rowan unhappy that Shane was captain?

Did he want to be captain himself?

He was always the one who provoked first every time, and he wanted to compete with Shane over everything.

Also, Rowan never used to call him Captain, and he always called him Shane.

Rowan looked dissatisfied and lifted his chin. Together is together. I can accept it, but I just dont know if Captain can accept his shirt being washed with under

Rowan Blake! I cut him off loudly and shoved the water into his arms.

Drink water, and go back to training immediately after you finish!

Rowans gaze darkened, and after taking two sips of water, he went back.

Before leaving, he even glared at Shane.

Shane rubbed his temple. Dont worry. Ill have a good talk with him.

He did keep his word, and Rowan behaved for quite a while.

Just as another player fell sick, my attention stopped being on them.

The flu had been running rampant recently, and Sebastian Hale accidentally caught it.

When I discovered he was sick, he had just returned from a social dinner with his parents, and his fever had already reached 102.2 degrees before he fell straight onto me.

He belonged to the type that looked slim in clothes but had muscle when undressed, and his shirt was stretched tight by his bulging muscles, while the sleeve garters had even left rings of marks in his flesh.

When he crashed down like that, my legs almost shook so badly that I dropped him onto the floor.

After I finally got him back to his room and started stripping off his clothes, he cooperated very well and was quickly stripped completely bare by me.

But he resisted taking medicine very strongly.

Even though the temperature of his body was already burning hot to the touch, he still refused to take medicine, so I had no choice but to wipe down his body first.

The wet towel passed over his clearly defined muscles, leaving fine beads of water that shook as his chest rose and fell.

I diligently and responsibly wiped downward, and the towel soaked the edge of his underwear.

Sebastian opened his eyes slightly and propped himself up to sit on the bed, his upper body bare, the black blanket piled at his waist and covering the dormant beast.

At that moment, I accidentally glanced at it, and it was simply terrifying.

He pinched my wrist and pulled me over, his scorching breath spilling over my face.

What, youre wiping so carefully because you want to try me at 104 degrees, Avery?