Page 19 of His Secret Santa
“No,” he said. “But still, if everyone goes around telling everyone else who they got, nothing will be secret anymore.”
She eyed him. “Is it a girl?” When he didn’t answer, she asked, “A hot girl? One of my squad? You better not give out any naked pictures of yourself—even if that’s what any girl would want from you.”
Lincoln closed his locker. “I’m not giving anyone naked pictures of myself.”
“Good thing.” She squeezed his butt. “Because this ass is all mine. And this, too.” She grabbed his crotch.
“Hey!” Lincoln jumped a little and shoved her hand away, looking around. “Jesus, McKenna.”
“What?” She laughed. “No one cares. In fact, they probably get off on watching us.” She pressed closer, a dark smile forming. “Bet I know who definitely gets off just watching you.”
Lincoln didn’t need clarification; he knew who she meant. He didn’t reply to the cheerleader.
“Come on,” she cooed. “You got to know it’s true. The little queer is always staring at you.” She snickered. “I bet he’s in love with you. Probably has all kinds of dirty dreams about you packing his hole—”
“Shut up,” Lincoln hissed and shoved past her, walking away.
She caught up to him. “I was just joking. Fuck. What’s your problem?”
“Just stop fucking saying those things, all right?”
“I’m not saying them about you. I said he probably has those dreams.”
“I don’t care. Just knock it off.”
McKenna frowned. “Do you think if people hear me, they’ll start thinking you’re…?”
He didn’t answer.
She rolled her eyes and laughed. “No one will ever think that about you. Trust me. As much as we fuck, your hetero reputation is rock solid.”
Lincoln veered into the boys’ restroom. “I’ll catch up with you later,” he tossed absently at McKenna as he disappeared into the bathroom.
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The restroom door shoved open, and the quarterback strode in.
Fuck.
Holden stood at the urinal, shaft in hand, only half finished doing his business. His heart beat furiously against his chest wall, making it hard to breathe. Holden kept his head down, willing himself to finish up, but suddenly, his system didn’t want to work.
The quarterback hesitated for a brief second then stepped up to the urinal just down from Holden and unfastened his pants.
Oh, shit—don’t look—don’t look!
He swallowed hard and forced his eyes away from his crush. It was never okay to look at other guys while taking a leak—but especially not okay for him. Problem was, he couldn’t turn off his peripheral vision and, from the corner of his eye, saw the quarterback take out his member.
No… no… no… you didn’t see it—you did not!
The swell of his shaft insisted otherwise. Thank God, there was no one standing next to Holden who might notice his reaction. Only one other guy occupied the restroom besides him and Lincoln Pratt. And that guy left moments after the quarterback entered.
It was just the two of them.
Holden had a few fantasies that started this way, but he didn’t want to think about them just now. He had enough issues with his current reality as his erection grew in his hand, impeding his ability to urinate.
Fuck it. He shook off and hurriedly fastened up, washed his hands record fast, and fled the restroom, willing his body to cool before he walked into his first-period class.
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