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The Halloween party thrown by the team's defensive tackle, who was the most extroverted person Ja'Marr knew, was packed with people. Mike the Tiger, LSU Tigers' mascot, rushed to a bathroom in the corner of the second floor. As soon as the bathroom door closed, Ja'Marr Chase took off the head of the mascot. The face in the mirror was flushed with heat. What did I just see? Before he could finish asking himself, the man in question walked in on its own.
Justin Jefferson, wearing a college cheerleading uniform, leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. Ja'Marr, still wearing the ridiculous tiger costume from the neck down, stared blankly at Justin.
"What—"
"Why is everyone avoiding me? And you, too?"
"Just look at yourself!"
Justin sighed.
"I lost a stupid bet, that's all. And what's even wrong with wearing a skirt?"
As he spoke, Justin moved closer to Ja'Marr. With each step, Ja'Marr backed away further.
"Is it..."
"Huh?"
"Is it that bad?"
Justin's eyebrows drooped as he asked. Ja'Marr couldn't tell the truth. If he started telling the truth, he would end up confessing like this: Justin, it's not bad. It suits you so damn well. I wish you'd wear skirts all the time, do you know how I really feel about you?
So Ja'Marr Chase's inappropriate feelings for his teammate began like this. It was the day that Justin somehow lost his cleats.
"I definitely sent them to the laundry, but I can't find them," Justin said, wiggling his sock-covered toes. Ja'Marr silently held out his spare cleats.
"Wear mine."
Justin giggled at his words.
"They're not smelly, are they?"
"Fuck you, give them back."
Justin's hands, as large as Ja'Marr's own, stopped while tightening the shoelaces.
"What's wrong?" Ja'Marr asked, and Justin laughed.
"Your feet are really big. There's so much room."
Ja'Marr couldn't say anything back. As the silence grew, Justin looked up.
"Did I say something wrong?"
Ja'Marr shook his head. The only thing wrong—
The only thing wrong was that Ja'Marr Chase had to admit that he had fallen in love with Justin Jefferson, his teammate and rival, at that very moment.
Therefore, it was unacceptable that Justin Jefferson himself, who had been appearing in all the inappropriate clothing in Ja'Marr's dreams for the past few months, showed up wearing an impossibly short skirt.
"Alright, I'm leaving now."
Ja'Marr grabbed Justin as he tried to leave with those words.
"Where are you going looking like that?"
Justin laughed as if he'd heard something ridiculous. Ja'Marr, already slightly drunk, finally said something close to the truth.
"Do you know how many guys out there will come at you just because you're wearing a skirt?"
"Oh yeah? What about you?"
As Justin spun around, the purple hem of his skirt moved with the motion. Ja'Marr stared at the sight, unable to think about something else.
"I..."
"Would you come at me, just because I'm wearing a skirt?"
'No, it's not because of a stupid skirt, it's because it's you,' Ja'Marr wanted to scream, but couldn't say anything. He didn't want his feelings revealed in this setting. But Justin, who didn't know about Ja'Marrs feelings nor care about it, lifted his skirt. Ja'Marr had to stop thinking. If he hadn't seen wrong, a clear outline was visible beyond the shorts.
"I'm letting you do this because it's you."
Ja'Marr didn't ask back. He knelt before Justin. Ja'marr could feel the mascot costume's knees getting damp, but that wasn't important right now. Ja'Marr grabbed Justin's shorts with his teeth and pulled them down. Under Justin's skirt, Ja'Marr buried his face and thoroughly suck the already half-erect member of Justin.
'Ah, fuck,' Justin gasped. With his back against the wall, he closed his eyes. Justin couldn't see Ja'Marr's face, but he felt that Ja'Marr swallowed the aftermath. Soon after, he felt large, warm hands pulling his shorts back up. Then Ja'Marr's face emerged again. Still kneeling, Ja'Marr looked up at Justin. 'I want to run away,' Justin thought for a moment.
"...Let's pretend this never happened."
And Justin actually ran away. Like running to the end zone while avoiding the opposing team's defense. Leaving behind a speechless Ja'Marr, Justin sprinted down the hallway. "Your panties are showing, cheerleader!" Someone's mocking voice came from behind, but he didn't care. He could do anything to get away from here right now.
Here's the truth. Justin had known for a long time that Ja'Marr liked him. But he didn't want to think about the possibility that he feels the same way. Justin didn't want to give up his emotional advantage. 'This shouldn't ever be revealed,' Justin thought.