"Yeah, sure. But I don't want you staring at me like that. It's fucking creepy," Jeff said.
"Got it..."
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They agreed to meet next to that wishing machine again. Paul felt himself get a little giddy at the thought of spending more time with Jeff. He never really felt this way before. It was almost like when he first started dating Suzy. There was a bit of a pit in his stomach, but it's not like this was that. Jeff was a guy. Paul was a guy. And they were both straight.
But still, the longer he was around Jeff the weirder he started to feel. Those thoughts just kept invading his mind. He even went through Jeff's timeline on Instagram, looking for any photo that would show more of his skin. "Stop it," he scolded himself, shoving his phone back in his pocket. His walk had turned a little funny as blood was rushing to the member between them. Paul did his best to get it to stop sticking to his legs, but for some reason it just seemed to be more annoying than usual.
Paul saw the wishing machine in the distance. To his surprise it was already in use. Ross from the football team was standing right in front of it and it started moving. "YOUR WISH WILL BE GRANTED, SOONER OR LATER." Even from the 100 or so feet Paul was still away from the machine he could see a smile fill Ross' face. The hot football player didn't have many things not going for him, so it was hard to know what he could really wish for. Maybe it was finally a girlfriend. Yet, so many women had been throwing themselves at him since he started high school it was hard to believe that was it.
"You making a wish?" Paul asked.
Ross' body tightened up, but quickly relaxed. He wasn't one to get startled. His 230 ripped pound body could easily take anyone in a fight. "Hell no," he laughed at it. "Just seeing what this shit does."
Paul rolled his eyes. "I wish you wouldn't be so uptight about this shit."
"YOUR WISH WILL BE GRANTED, SOONER OR LATER."
The two jumped. "Shit! Things fucking creepy as fuck," Ross cursed at it. "Fine. If you're going to be so nosey about it. I just want there to be more guys out there like me. That's all."
"Yeah?" Paul said a bit confused. "You want more competition out on the field?"
A wry smile filled Ross' mouth. He seemed to want to avoid the question, but the words were going to come out anyways. "Just wish there was more guys on the field." His head tilted back like Paul should understand what he meant. However, Paul just stared at him skeptically. "Ehh, whatever. Don't fuckin worry about it."
"Yo! Ross!" Diego called out to him. He was holding two ice cream cones. "Sup Paul!" he added, doing his best to wave.
"Sup!" Paul called back.
However, Ross took that as his sign to leave. "See ya around big guy," he said, adding a tap to his belly. He quickly jogged over to the other man and grabbed a cone from him. Paul couldn't help but think the two were awfully close together for two straight guys.
A text message diverted his attention from the two jocks and back to Jeff. 'On my way.'
"Asshole," Paul muttered. Jeff was leaving at the time they were supposed to meet. "Whatever," he groaned, leaning his weight against the wishing machine. With his phone in hand he went back to Jeff's Instagram. The soccer player had so many pictures of himself running, but so few without a shirt on. Paul wanted to see those lean muscles on full display. He finally got to one with a pool party. "Damn," he smirked. "I wish that Jeff would let me act out all my fantasies..."
"YOUR WISH WILL BE GRANTED, SOONER OR LATER."