Tyler sat beside Allan in the car and watched the world blow by in a blur of blues, purples and blacks. He couldn’t help but be excited. Usually he had to walk the fifteen minute trek to Lorne’s, but tonight he had a ride. And from Allan! Holy moly! He never would’ve thought Allan would look his way. Granted, he’d ogled the newly minted punt returner plenty of times. Who wouldn’t? The guy was a study in perfection. Like he could work in fashion handsome and was a triple threat on the field. He ran fast, dodged and weaved through tackles with ease and had a sixth sense about when to make a move.

Then there was his looks. Allan reminded Tyler of a model. From his inky black hair cropped close to his head, his chiseled chest with just the right amount of hair to be sexy without going overboard and his sculpted legs, he made Tyler crave him in so many ways. He’d covered his arms in tattoos, but the ink didn’t spill over to his chest or back. He worked the rugged look while staying sexy at the same time. He reminded Tyler of someone trying hard to keep restraint while still wanting to buck trends and be his own man. Was that right? He didn’t know.

Tyler sighed. The man was hot, but for all he knew, Allan was great with the girls, too. He’d heard rumors about Allan and one of the cheerleaders, but he’d never been one to believe gossip. He stared out the window. The hot guys were always taken and usually not gay. Allan didn’t strike him as out or even gay. Oh well. A man could drool and fantasize.