Head to the locker room

The locker room air was heavy with the smell of sweat, cheap body spray, and the sharp tang of bleach from the janitor's mop bucket. Jamal leaned back against the metal lockers, his phone held high as a group of players crowded around him. The gold chain around his neck glinted under the fluorescent lights as he chuckled, replaying the video.

"Check this out," Jamal said, his voice laced with amusement. The video showed two blonde girls, likely from the recruiting trip last month, on their knees in a hotel room,as they worked in tandem. Tavon let out a low whistle beside him, shaking his head in awe.

"Damn, that's wild," Tavon said, rubbing his jaw. "They really went all out for you?" Jamal smirked, adjusting his compression shorts as his eyes gleamed with pride. "They begged for it, said they wanted to see if a D1 QB could handle two at once." He paused the video, freezing the image of one girl struggling to take more than halfway. "This one here? Couldn't quite keep up."

Laughter erupted around him, with some players high-fiving each other in excitement. Bryan, lingering near his locker, caught a glimpse of the screen as he toweled off his hair. The girls' nails dug deep into Jamal's thighs as they fought for space, their lips shiny with spit. Bryan's gaze lingered for a moment before he turned away, his expression neutral.

➤ He ask Bryan what he thinks, and askes him if he wants to come on the recruiting trip this weekend

Jamal's grin broadened as he caught Bryan sneaking a glance at the screen. "You seem intrigued, Reach," he said, tilting the phone to give Bryan a better view. The video resumed, the girls' muffled cries and the sound of their fingers digging into Jamal's thighs filling the air.

Bryan's ears flushed pink as he quickly looked away, clearing his throat. "Just trying to get changed, man." His voice remained steady, but his cheeks betrayed his embarrassment.

Jamal chuckled, nudging Tavon with his elbow. "Playing it cool, huh?" He stretched, his muscles rippling beneath his skin as he scratched his chest. "So, you coming on the recruiting trip this weekend? Coach said you've earned a spot."

Bryan paused, his fingers hovering over his locker combination. The metal door creaked as he swung it open. "Yeah, I'm in." His tone was casual, but his pulse quickened at the prospect.

Jamal's eyes sparkled with amusement as he leaned in. "Good. Those Alabama fans can get pretty wild." He clapped Bryan's back, making him stumble. "I'm guessing you've never had girls competing for your attention like that before."

The locker room erupted into laughter. Bryan's jaw clenched, but he **** a smile. "Guess we'll see about that." He kept his tone light, but his eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of a challenge flickering to life within them.