[Chance]

Zak noticed...oh he noticed all right. The large, prodding tent forming on Zane's pants was practically staring him in the face he felt like...He felt his own start to harden but quickly looked away. It didn't help at all, his erection only strengthened. He tried to conceal it with his water bottle...didn't help much. "Yeah, you're probably right. Mike's an ass," he commented quietly, making sure Coach wasn't around.

He stared at Zane's shorts again, his eyes unable to resist. He felt Zane's large hand on his shoulder and liked it there...his heart beat just a bit faster. Feeling time pass faster than usual, he felt as though several awkward minutes had already passed yet it had been only seconds. This was the last thing he wanted between him and Zane - awkwardness. "Want to come to my house tomorrow?" he blurted out, trying to smooth away the silent pause that had lasted mere seconds. "I'm having a party," He explained, trying to recover from his verbal blunder. This was news even to Zak, he hadn't planned on having a party at all...but he needed an excuse to get Zane over to his house. He'd have to call a lot of people tonight, invite them for the party so as to keep up his ruse. He parents - hardcore detectives - were out of town anyway, working on a murder investigation.

"Alright, back to the field!" Mike ordered, gesturing for the boys to get up.

"Good luck," Zak said. Then, he slapped Zane on the ass encouragingly as Zane stood up, like football players often did. He couldn't resist...that nice, round butt was practically making him drool in those short, tight shorts. It was quite a sight...