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“Yes, sir,” Tyler said, giving a mock salute.

“Congratulations, gentlemen.” Carver extended a hand and shook both of theirs. “All for one.”

“One for all,” they said. Tyler opened the door to go.

Outside the office, Vicky reached out to squeeze both of their hands, her face aglow. Outside the school, the police had cleared a path for the students, who for their part seemed downright amused by the pushy press. If anything could drive the buzzards off, it would be a steady stream of ripe adolescent ridicule.

Nearly eight o’clock now. A group of kids hunched over textbooks raised their hands in greeting. “Hey, Coach.” When they noticed Tyler, their eyes got wide, but they tried to play it cool.

Good job, Josh thought.

Mrs. Grappo waved hello from the door of her classroom.

As Josh and Tyler walked toward the athletics office, there was a crackle between them, a sense of relief and possibility after the tumultuous events of the past weeks.

“You did it,” Josh said, glancing over at Tyler as they walked. “Nobody else could have.”

Tyler smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “We did it. We make a pretty fantastic team, Coach.”

He reached out and took Josh’s hand, intertwining their fingers. The simple touch made the tiny hairs on Josh’s neck stand up. After being apart for so long, that brush of connection meant everything.

“I’m so proud of you,” Josh said. “Walking away couldn’t have been easy.”

Tyler nodded, his expression growing serious. “The hardest thing I’ve ever done. And the smartest. I felt so alone. But I knew if I stayed, I’d never make it back where I belonged.”

Josh squeezed his hand tightly.

“I swear I wanted to call you or say something,” Tyler continued. “But it was such a mess. I couldn’t drag into it more than I already had. I needed to sort everything out on my own first, but it kept getting bigger and stickier.” He shook his head. “Maybe I’m done leaping without looking. You taught me to take a look, weigh the options.”

“Well, a little looking and a little leaping make a good combo,” Josh replied with a smile. “From what I can tell.”

Tyler chuckled. “Mixed properly.”

They reached the office then, and Josh unlocked the door, ushering Tyler inside with a hand on the curve of his lower back.

As soon as the door closed, Josh couldn’t wait another moment. He pushed Tyler up against the desk and claimed his mouth without apology, kissing him hard and lifting him up to sit on the scatter of pages.

“Mmf. Hi.” Tyler grunted in pleasure and kissed him back. “Golly, Coach. This is so sudden. I haven’t even started working under you and you’re already sexually harassing me. Please continue.”

“I missed you. I don’t ever want to miss you like that again.” Josh licked his lips and ground against him, savoring the heat and strength of the big body.

“Me either.” Tyler dropped his head back, giving Josh access. “I think I might have a serious injury. Some kind of big swelling.”

Josh took a handful of the thick erection between them. “Tell me about it, jerk. Do you know how much I’ve whacked off the past month?”

“Is that so?” Tyler nipped at his lips. “What if you go blind, Coach?”

“I’ll learn to use my hands.” He reached inside Tyler’s waistband and took a juicy handful of Tyler’s slick stiffness.

“I don’t think you need practice there. Oh. Oh God.” Tyler hissed and pulled his hips back. “Easy. You’re going to make me make a gooey mess all over your nice office.”

“Promises, promises.” The heat and hardness were not helping Josh’s self-control any.

Tyler rose up to kiss him hungrily, his hazel eyes glimmering with heat. He spread his thighs and tugged Josh closer to the desk. He wrapped his legs around Josh’s hips and pulled him close. “You taste so goddamned good.”

Josh drove himself against the hunk of meat stretching Tyler’s sweats, rutting and pushing the swell behind his nut sack. He grunted, wondering how it would feel to split Tyler open and take him entirely. He groaned in frank appetite, unwilling to let Tyler get any farther away from him than this.

Tyler responded in kind, sliding his hands down to grip Josh’s waist as their erections jousted through the bunched fabric. Tyler whimpered and shook under him, against him. He reached back to cup Josh’s flexing butt and drove their hips together, riding the full hard length of Josh’s erection like he wanted it inside him, like he could take as good as he gave.