Cordero elbows him aside with a grin. “Man, you all up on my jock. What’s Barrett want?”
With a dismissive wave, Sean growls, “f**k Barrett.”
“He gonna take you up on that if he hears you.” Cordero nods past Sean, who leans back against the wall beside his friend and turns to see the coach heading their way. In a soft voice, Cordero wants to know, “What’d he say?”
“Same s**t he said to you, I guess.” Sean’s arm rests easily in the gap between Cordero’s back and the wall behind them, his hand cupped around Cordero’s ass. As Barrett approaches, Sean rubs his fingers down the crack of Cordero’s butt cheeks, the motion hidden by the press of their bodies together. It thrills him to know he’s copping a feel right here where anyone can see.
When the coach is close enough he nods at the two p
