After an hour in the court the fatigue was already taking a toll on Noah. He was not a big fan of sports, as he'd rather spend his time on the lab, but he was no couch potato either, so he stayed fit enough to withstand a match or two. He even was quick-enough on his feet to outplay Scott in some situations.
Both of the guys were overly competitive and shared a childish rivalry, so the points were even out fairly. The truth is that Noah was having a nice time but with every passing of the shuttlecock, Scott's game became more aggressive. He hit harder and harder putting Noah on a tough position to catch up. After what seemed to be the longest volley, he saw Scott miss the birdie on purpose, stopping in the middle of his tracks.
- I need to take 5 buddy - He said, walking slowly to the bench at the side of the terrain.
- Really? - Replied Noah panting - Cuz I can be here all day ...
Noah also approached the bench and cleaned the beads of sweat dripping from his forehead.
- Cut the crap - Said Scott as Noah sited right next to him - I would have crushed you already if it weren’t for these damn shoes ...
Scott kicked his sneakers by the heels and pulled them out swiftly, letting out a sigh of relief as he did.
- ... my feet are killing me man. I guess they are pretty worn out from all the running I’ve been doing lately.
Noah was a bit taken aback when he saw Scott's feet. They were big and hefty, and as he flexed his toes a bit in order to relieve some pain, the movement managed to strain his socks in a really sexy way. They must have been easily size 10 or 11 and as soon as Scott put them back in the floor, Noah quickly realized they looked, indeed, bigger than the white sneakers they were previously confined in.
- Any excuse is good to refuse defeat, I guess ... Denial is just the first phase you know? - Said Noah trying to pick up the banter and hide his previous moment of distraction.
- I will take your word, as you've been living in denial for years regarding who's best between us ... you must know your shit man - Said Scott with a chuckle.
He stood up and started picking up his bag, before turning to Noah and offering his arm as an invitation to stand as well.
- Wanna call it a day? I don’t want you to be late for wrestling practice - Added Scott with a soft smile.
Noah took the opportunity to closely observe Scott. The truth is he looked amazing. The white spandex shirt was hugging his sweaty buddy in all the right places. His broad shoulders and meaty pecs were on full display. Was he always this buff ? From the other side of the cort he couldn’t notice, but up close we could easily spot some differences in his friend’s body.
His right sleeve rolled up a bit when he flexed his arm, allowing Noah to see a decent mount of a bulging bicep and just a hint of hair coper on the underside. Scott had already a nice body to begin with, so Noah could only imagine what he'd become in the next hours. He felt his cock stiffen a bit just to think about it.
- Sure, let’s take a shower and grab a bite. We still have some time - Said Noah as he pulled himself thanks to Scott's grip. Lunch was a perfect opportunity to extend his time with Scott. As he himself said it earlier, any excuse is good …
- I am in - Answered Scott as he picked his shoes from the floor, his bag hanging from his other arm - Now that you mention it, I'm starving.
With that, Scott headed to the court to pick up the remaining birdies on the floor, but as he did, Noah could see as he fiddled with his shirt several times. absentmindedly pulling it down, unable to fully cover the underside of his navel.