Chapter 78

“Sorry I don’t have the shoulder pads or helmet though.”

“That’s okay.” Rory began to trace the large numbers on Zane’s chest with a finger. “Fifty-two. What position did you play?” Rory wasn’t as knowledgeable about high school squad numbers as he should be, but he remembered reading somewhere that often school players were just given jersey’s that fit their size, rather than what position they played.

“Offensive tackle. Me being so big and—”

“Beefy and brave and bad ass and strong and powerful,” Rory interrupted before Zane could say anything negative. “Makes sense, yes.” He nodded.

Zane smiled and blushed. Rory was pleased when again Zane didn’t contradict him.

“Guess I could go to a sports equipment store and get pads and a helmet if you want the full package.”

Rory cupped Zane’s dick and balls through the tight uniform pants. “I already got the full package right here.”

Zane laughed. “God, Ror, you’re so good for me.”