The sixteenth day of the month found Chris and Emery on the bench again.
Coach Evans was on a leave again.
Chris' father had proposed to hire a different coach who came regularly but Chris had firmly objected saying that this coach was extremely good despite how much he secretly loathed him.
Now the smiles and blushes were back.
The lips moved to form words and information was exchanged.
Chris was aspiring to be a footballer.
Emery was aspiring to be a lawyer.
Chris was 19.
Emery was 20.
Chris lived in the Northern Block.
Emery lived in the Southern one.
Chris was gay.
So was Emery.
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January [BoyxBoy]
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