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smiled. It was Chet hoisting the shiny bowl trophy over his head, surrounded by his entire team.
    Despite his sour mood, Bobby couldn’t help but smile. He’d recorded the bowl game and had watched it close to a hundred times. It wasn’t the game itself he’d been interested in, but the proud and confident coach who had stepped in to fill Coach Nelson’s shoes at the last minute. It had been the highlight of Chet’s career and Bobby hadn’t been there to share it with him.
    Setting the picture down, Bobby undressed and sat on the edge of the bed. He methodically unwrapped the elastic bandage from around his left knee and tossed it to the floor. He rubbed the sore and slightly swollen area and wondered again if he was making the right decision. Since injuring his anterior cruciate ligament, or ACL, ten weeks earlier, his recovery hadn’t been what the doctors’ had hoped. Without surgery to repair the partial tear of the ligament that helped stabilise his knee, Bobby would be in for weeks of rehabilitation. However, with surgery, he’d be out for the season for sure. It had been a hard choice, but opting for rehabilitation had seemed the most sensible choice.
    After talking it over with his mom, Bobby had decided to continue with physical therapy. If he resorted to surgery, there’d be no way he could play football in his senior year, and getting the full-ride scholarship was imperative to finishing his education.
    He lifted his bag onto his lap and searched for the bottle of massage oil. Coming up empty, it dawned on him he’d left it in the truck. “Shit.”
    Instead of redressing, Bobby scanned the room, looking for lotion or something. When he didn’t see anything useful, he slid open the top drawer on the bedside table. Just as he’d suspected, he found lube. It took him several seconds to gather the nerve to remove the bottle from the drawer, but once he had his gaze landed on something even more interesting.
    Bobby set the lube on the table and reached back into the drawer. He moved aside the flesh-coloured dildo and retrieved the picture. His hands started to shake as he stared at the photograph taken of him on the day of his high school graduation. It was obvious from the well-worn picture that it had been held often. The fact that it had been in the same drawer with the lube and dildo gave him hope.
    He squashed the urge to run across the hall and question Chet about the picture, knowing Chet would only deny he still had sexual thoughts about him. “I know your secret,” he whispered to the photograph on the dresser. Coach or not, Chet was still a man, and Bobby had seduced several of them in the previous three years.
    After carefully replacing the photograph, Bobby picked up the lube and went to work massaging his knee. He needed to come up with a plan of action, and what better place to do it than Chet’s bed.

Chapter Three
     
     
     
    Chet glanced at the closed bedroom door. It was nearing three o’clock in the afternoon and Bobby had yet to emerge. He hated to wake him. It was obvious the man needed his sleep, but they were going to be late. Lifting his hand, Chet rapped his knuckles against the door. “Bobby?”
    When he received no answer, he opened the door. Before he could call the name again, his gaze landed on a nude body tangled in the sheets, his sheets. Chet bit his bottom lip. Knowing it was wrong, he tried to step back and shut the door, but his feet wouldn’t budge.
    Chet’s eyebrows drew together when he figured out what was so different. Bobby hadn’t merely slacked off on his training, he was downright thin. His worry overrode everything else. He tossed the blanket over Bobby’s bare hip, hiding the tempting ass from view before sitting on the bed. “Time to get up,” he said, eyeing the bottle of lube on the table. Had Bobby gone through his drawers? “Bobby!” he said with heat.
    With a groan, Bobby rolled over and opened his big brown eyes. Spotting Chet beside him,