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Tanner smirked. “No threesomes or foursomes or moresomes?”

“No. That wasn’t what I meant anyway, but … no.”

“I think they’re fun.”

“You would.”

Tanner shrugged. “Honestly, we don’t even have to talk about what happens after this tournament is over. Let’s just have fun while we’re here and go from there. You’re single right now, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Leif said.

Tanner stepped closer and hooked his finger in the waistband of Leif’s trousers. “So let’s not overcomplicate this. Tell me, Princess, do you want this or not?”

CHAPTER EIGHT

As Tanner waited for Leif to make up his mind, he couldn’t get over how hot he looked.

He was dressed simply enough in a pair of black trousers and a black sweater, but he wore some genuinely cool-looking suede boots—bright teal against the boring black—and a gold bracelet next to a vintage-looking gold watch with a black leather band.

Tanner wasn’t really a fashion guy, but Rafe was, and Tanner had picked up some stuff from his roommate.

Leif’s style was always sort of … effortless. With those cheekbones and jaw and slightly tousled hair, Leif totally had that “I just rolled out of bed looking pretty” vibe.

He’d probably inherited that from his fuckhot supermodel mom or something, Tanner decided.

And then Leif groaned and stepped forward, grabbing Tanner by the hips. “This is a bad fucking idea,” he muttered against Tanner’s mouth.

“Duh,” Tanner said, smiling, because he was pretty sure this meant Leif had decided to go for it. “That’s what makes it hot.”

“But we?—”

“Don’t like each other? Shouldn’t be fucking when we’re on rival teams?” Tanner guessed.

Leif nodded, frowning. “Yes. All of that. Won’t it be weird if we’re playing against each other?”

“Ugh, stop already.” Tanner took Leif’s face in his hands and looked him straight in the eye. “What did I tell you? I’m tired of the stupid excuses. They’re bullshit and you know it. If you don’t want this? Fine. You can leave. But stop lying to both of us.”

“This ismy room, Clayton.”

“Fine, then tellmeto leave. Tell me to leave or fuck me through the mattress. Those are your choices.”

“I …”

Tanner sighed, seriously getting annoyed now. “Do you think I’m hot?”

Leif shrugged. “You’re okay.”

Tanner grinned because Leif was trying so hard to pretend he didn’t want him and he was a terrible liar. “Do you wanna fuck me?”

“Yes,” Leif croaked, like he was a little embarrassed by this. Hilarious.

“Then,c’mon, dude, let’s do this!”

Leif scowled. “You’re so annoying when you talk.”

“Then shut me up.”

So Leif did. He tugged off Tanner’s beanie, stuck a hand in Tanner’s hair, then yanked him close, sliding his tongue into Tanner’s mouth.