Jeff gave him an odd look.
"You want to go back to the fair? You were talking about how lame it was last night."
"Y-yeah," Paul couldn't take his eyes off Jeff's ass while they racked the weights, every time he bent, squatted just a bit to lift with his legs--"Umm, I mean, yeah. It was pretty lame but..." Jeff was almost finished straightening up. Paul scrambled for a reason to go back to the fair. All at once, he felt his posture begin to stiffen. The fullback's bulky muscles stretched over his big frame, as if Paul had been slouching his whole life and finally stood up straight. There was a throbbing in the back of his mind.
"B-b-but," Jeff mocked, rolling his eyes at his big stammering friend. "I mean, take Suzy or something, huh? That place creeped me out last night."
The throbbing in the back of Paul's mind became a roar in his ears, and before he could think it through, he stepped up to Jeff, his big chest right in the leaner boy's face.
"I'm going back to the fair tonight. I'm taking you," he clapped a hand on the smaller man's shoulder. "Not Suzy." He could practically envision it right now: Jeff hanging off his arm, hot little jock-boy arm candy. What would all his football buddies think, seeing Paul with the sexy boy they were all (apparently) dreaming of fucking. Paul would reach down, grab Jeff's perky ass rough in one big hand. God, he felt like he could just pick--
No! He shouldn't be thinking like this. It was the wish he'd made, this wasn't him. Jeff wasn't into that anyway. He had to get back to that wishing machine.
He could wish for anything...
"Um, Paul?"
Paul blinked, he'd been lost in his thoughts, staring Jeff dead in the eye, big chest heaving in the running back's face.
"Hmm?" Paul grunted, but it came out pitched like a demand.
"I... I said I'll go with you to the fair." Jeff spoke in a quiet voice, all the more apparent as the weight room had cleared out except for the two boys. He couldn't break eye-contact with his big friend. Paul had never talked like that before, he was as cocky a jock as any of them on the team, but he'd never heard him talk to anyone like that--especially not him.
"Good," Paul smiled, the forcefulness of his gaze softening again. "I'm looking forward to taking you."
"Fuck, man, it's not a date," Jeff murmured. Why did this keep happening? The way Paul demanded, though, that was different from the other team members hungry stares and flirtatious advances. He'd been dreading running into a few members of the team today with big enough egos to think they could push him around, but he didn't expect Paul in that group.
"No, no way man," Paul chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck "Just us hanging out, dude."
"Okay," Jeff narrowed his eyes, in the intensity of the conversation, he hadn't noticed that Paul's shirt now exposed a treasure trail of hair and the defined adonis belt that framed it above the low-slung shorts. "Sounds good." They stood there for a long moment. "Umm... can I--I mean, wanna head out?"
"Yeah, man." He jutted his chin at the door, "After you." Paul watched as Jeff turned on his heal and made for the locker-room. That ass was so small, Paul thought, but so fucking juicy. Watching it bounce as Jeff walked, he wanted to just wind up and give that jock-butt a slap. Bet Jeff would love it once Paul got him used to it. Catching up to Jeff with two big strides, arm around his neck, press that squirming jock into his chest. Put one hand down the back of Jeff's shorts while he held his friend, Jeff would moan when he played with that pretty hole, right there outside the locker-room, right where all the guys would see--
Paul had almost walked into Jeff's back when he stopped suddenly in front of the locker room door. There was no sound from within--probably they were the last players still around once enough of them had caught sight of how close the hulking Paul stayed to their new object of fascination. Jeff turned around, startled for a moment that Paul was once again right in his personal space.
"Hey, actually man, I don't want to shower in there and risk more of the guys... you know," he grimaced.
"Dude," Paul laughed, "Something change? You weren't shy about saying it before: you're worried they're going to want to fuck your ass."
"Fuck off, man!" Jeff groused, but still didn't move. Something had changed when Paul first ordered him to join up at the fair tonight.
Paul smiled when he realized Jeff was waiting for his approval--or his permission--to shower at home and skip the locker room.